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MIRACLE IN THE
OLIVE GROVE
Once
upon a time there was an
ancient and beautiful
olive grove growing
peacefully on a hill
near a settlement so old
that no one could remember
a time when it had not
been there.
Mohammeds
grandfather, and his
father, and his father
before him
had carefully tended this
grove with love and
adoration for the
Creator.
The olive trees
had provided food, oil,
and sustenance for the
families of the village
as long as
anyone could remember.
Children were
allowed to play there.
They took
good care of the trees and
enjoyed a place of their
own
for a retreat
away from the seriousness
of the adult world.
They had special
little hideaways, little
playhouses under
outcroppings of rock.
The trees
had seen the laughter of
generations of children.
People
prayed there too. Many a
night saw a solitary
figure climbing the hill
to pray out under the
stars.
Many a miracle was
attributed to this place.
The olive grove exuded a
gentle aura of sacredness
and peace.
Then it
happened!
On a
terrible and fateful night
a group of soldiers from a
foreign army
had come
rumbling through the
valley and up to the
grove.
The soldiers
tore up the trees in
bitter heartless cold
rage.
The army was
under the control of a
dark and scheming leader
who had much to gain from
promoting war.
The leader had
used his power to create
situations of fear,
confusion and pain on
every side.
It was a dark
and mysterious fear that
shone out of the soldiers
eyes.
This dark
menacing presence provoked
soldiers to perform
horrendous acts,
acts that caused
pain and outrage to fuel
the conflict.
The magnificent
giant olive trees gave up
their lives to this force.
They lay tangled
and broken, their soil
ravaged and pitted.
Mohammeds soul
went into shock. His hands
trembled as he turned
within to seek inner
guidance.
He strove with all his
might to deal with his
grief and the devastation
that had come upon him and
his people.
He tried to
remain spiritual and pure.
He tried to not
give in to the rage and
despair
that threatened to
envelop him and carry him
away like a vast tidal
wave.
He
tried to comfort his
family and the neighbors
in this disaster that had
come upon them all.
With eyes closed
he prayed deeply, asking
for strength.
He prayed harder
and longer than he had
ever known he could pray.
He
pleaded with God to give
him and his loved ones
strength and peace and
healing,
to see them
through this terrible
crisis,
to heal their hearts so
they would not be brought
down into creating more
pain and havoc
through
terrible emotions of
revenge.
As he prayed
through the night, a great
spiritual presence
enfolded him.
He saw minds and
hearts of everyone touched with
wings of all
encompassing love and
faith.
He saw a
divine light shining with
the power to transform
adversity.
As the miracle
unfolded, peace returned.
There
was a beautiful glow as
angels ministered to even
the most upset of the
villagers,
and transcendent
understanding, tolerance
and forgiveness bloomed.
The healing of
their souls had begun.
Love and bonding
and courage united them
with Divine Being, with
each other, and with the
Earth.
Hour by hour this
profound sacred experience
grew deeper and more
profound.
Forgiveness
and understanding took
the place
of anger and
fear of the attacking
army.
With strong
inner knowing, they saw
that the soldiers
had been
manipulated by a cruel and
relentless force.
They knew deeply in
their hearts that now
wings of healing would
bring transmutation.
They felt this healing was
all powerful.
Divine
Being was taking control.
Over the next
few weeks the truth came
out.
An evil
dangerous international
plot to create war for
profit and power was
publically exposed.
Brave people came forward
and testified and the
perpetrators were brought
to justice.
But
still, the olive trees were
gone. What could bring
them back?
For the healing to be
complete, the village
needed the harmony that
the olive trees gave.
What could be done?
Down the road
from the olive grove was a
very small house.
A young man with a crooked
leg, of about fourteen
years, lived there with
his uncle.
As a boy, young
Daniel had often watched
quietly
as his uncle
studied in the wee morning
hours by the light of an
old oil lamp.
On
the table before him
always lay an ancient book
of the teachings of
Quaballah,
the teachings of
The Power of the Word.
His
uncle told him stories
about the ancient
miracles.
Daniel dreamed of the
great masters and teachers
of days gone by.
He longed with all his
heart to understand more.
One
bright sunny morning soon
after the tragedy,
the lad stopped where the
olive grove had once
stood.
Listening
to his inner voice, he saw
what had to happen.
He
ran home to his uncle and
shouted,
"We must go to the olive
grove, we must try our
prayers and get the trees
to grow!"
In his heart
Benjamin felt that the boy
was right.
Knowledge
without action was barren;
they must take
the wisdom that had been
entrusted to them and make
use of it.
He quietly
picked up his prayer
shawl, his book, and his faith.
Benjamin and
Daniel slowly approached
the hill of the olive
grove, praying for the
help of the heavenly
hosts.
Sitting down on
the torn earth of the old
orchard amongst jagged
felled trees,
they closed their eyes
and settled deep into deep
courage,
concentration, feelings,
emotions, and prayer.
Into eternity.
Into infinity
they soared.
On
wings of faith they
soared into unity with
the OMNIPOTENT WILL AND
HEART OF THE BELOVED,
THEY BECAME ONE WITH
DIVINE WILL AND THE
HEART OF THE ONE.
They
saw that DIVINE
JUSTICE MANDATED THAT THE
OLIVE TREES BE RESTORED!
Thrilled with flowing
feelings of great joy
and reaching into his bag,
Benjamin pulled out
handfulls of olive seeds.
He spread them
on a sacred cloth.
Man
and boy, alone on the
hillside, prayed over the
seeds while attuning to
Divine Providence.
At
sunrise, without speaking
a word, they put the
seeds, one by one, into
the earth.
They spat into each little
hole that they made with
their fingers, and
carefully placed a seed.
With each seed they
placed powers of
omnipotent divine will,
visualization of the
mature tree,
and flowing feelings of
the splendor of the
miracle happening.
A beautiful
presence shone over the grove.
A vast silence,
feelings of antiquity,
slight fluttering
movements played with the
light in the quiet warm
air.
With
every breath Benjamin and
Daniel attuned to the
heavenly host of Hagos.
They attuned
to Wisdom, to
transformation, to
Grace, to Justice, to
Power.
With every
breath, Benjamin and
Daniel aligned their
wills with Divine Will.
With
every breath their
emotions were filled with
the feelings of Divine
Being.
The entire
planting was done.
A few moments
later, a dark cloud
appeared over the olive
grove.
Rain fell.
The seeds
quickened.
The little seeds
began to sprout.
Benjamin
and Daniel watched as
flowing electromagnetic
power
of
Divine Consciousness
performed the ancient
miracle!
The tiny olive
trees grew and grew and
grew, and in about an
hour,
mature trees were gleaming
in the new day, bearing
fruit.
Later
that day Mohammed passed
by the grove on his way
to village,
he
looked up, and THE TREES
WERE THERE!
He
gasped!
Grabbing
his robe, he ran all the
way back to his house in a
state of awe.
He roused the
family and the neighbors,
who came and stood in
utter amazement at the
bottom of the hill,
looking up at the fully
grown trees.
Gentle breezes
ruffled their leaves;
plump ripe fruit hung
heavy on each bough.
Mohammed and his
brother Alim fell down on
the ground,
weeping
with joy and love for
God.
Others huddled
together in states of
wonder and happiness,
love and sacredness.
Little children ran up
and touched the trees to
make sure that they were
real.
Muhammed and
his brother Alim lay
prostrate all that
night, crying in
gratitude, wonder and
relief,
their shoulders heaving
and shaking
uncontrollably as tears
of joy flowed.
A most
beautiful outpouring of
gratitude, reverence,
and awe
poured forth
from their souls into
Heaven.
Such depth of
gratitude, such love for
the Divine poured forth
that the very
ground radiated with the
splendor of it.
Finally, they
fell into a deep restful
healing sleep.
Waking with the
new sunrise, with
amazement and wonder in
their eyes,
they dared to
look up yet again.
AND THE
TREES WERE STILL THERE! ! !
