Who the Heck is "Miracle?"

Written by Bruce Wesley Chenoweth

Are you wondering who "Miracle" is, and why and how I get these strange messages? Possibly you will be as fascinated by the answers as I have been.

Waaaaaayyy back in the early '70s I studied hypnosis and hypnotherapy. The field of study included "modules," if you will, on integrated peripheral subjects such as "Finger Responses," "Pendulum Responses," "Ouija boards," "Age Regression," "Astral Projection," "Dream Manifestation," "Automatic Writing" and "Automatic Typing." Quite to my surprise, I discovered that I was quite adept at most of them. My two favorites were finger responses and automatic writing.

The finger responses were immediately useful. I learned to ask which fingers would be moved to indicate the answers "yes," "no," "I don't know" and "I won't answer." I could tell that the answers I received were very accurate, and enabled me to glean information from deep within my subconscious mind, but this process relied on my formulating meaningful questions. It obviously would not be useful for obtaining any repressed information, since I would have no knowledge in my consciousness that any of the repressed issues existed, and therefore I would not be able to form any questions about them. The idea of Automatic Writing seemed to be the solution to rooting out the deep, dark stuff that I assumed was preventing me from "floating with the angels."

In the beginning the automatic writing was perplexing and frustrating. I would go through page after page of paper watching swirls and squiggles and 'L's and waves cover the pages. From time to time a word would appear in the flow. I would become so excited to see it that the 'flow' would be interrupted, the pencil or pen would stop, and I would have to wait until I was calm and relaxed again for it to resume---usually back to the swirls and squiggles. The occasional appearance of those random words was enough to keep me sitting there for long periods of time, watching my hand generating meaningless lines on page after page.

Eventually words began to dominate the page, but they didn't necessarily produce anything meaningful---just seemingly random words joined together without spacing, punctuation, dotted 'I's or crossed 't's.  Then, finally, my mind began to race with joy as I saw the first complete sentence filling out across the page. I quickly took a deep breath and calmed myself so that I would not disturb what I expected to be a great revelation of wisdom to repay me for my patience and perseverance. As I eagerly watched, my hand wrote out something on the order of "the three tom turkeys traveled the trepid truck trails …"

So much for patience and perseverance! My highly anticipated message from an internal messiah was just drivel! With an intense feeling of frustration I asked "Why are you writing out this CRAP?" To this my hand immediately and clearly wrote out the message "because you are such a stupid f---ing jerk!

As the pencil was emphasizing the exclamation point at the end of that mortifying message, I crushed its point into the writing surface, broke it in half and threw it across the room. I wadded up the paper into a tiny ball and slammed it into the wall. I swore that I would never try that again, and stormed out of the room, astonishing my wife who had witnessed my response, but not the message that I had received.

As I think back, my behavior pretty much proved that the message I had just received was true …

Several days went by during which time I kept my vow. Not only did I not attempt any more automatic writing, I intended to never try it again. I also lost all interest in finger responses, not trusting that whatever vindictive and evil aspect of my subconscious that had communicated to me would not use that medium to further freak me out. Fortunately, my wife did a little research about the incident, learning that it was not all that uncommon. A book that she was reading suggested that the practitioner say a prayer of protection before ever undertaking any inner world or outer world communications. She finally encouraged me to recite what the author had suggested, and to try it again, only giving permission that the "highest and greatest good available to me would be allowed to control my right arm and hand for communicating with me." Although still confused and a little frightened by what had happened, I decided to give it another chance with "the highest and greatest good."

Actually, I will admit to being more that a little bit frightened. My biggest fear was that I would learn that the previous communication already had come from the highest and greatest good available to me … Fortunately, that did not turn out to be the case.

Enter, Miracle! The writings were positive, insightful, challenging, revealing and loving. What a wonderfully different experience!

Actually, the identity "Miracle" did not come until after many years of automatic writing. I always assumed that the source of the writing was my subconscious mind. I was frequently "blown away" by how much wisdom I had stored in there, but I never really questioned the source, having come from the background of hypnosis training where pretty much everything was "blamed" on the all-powerful but relatively robotic subconscious mind.

I received the name "miracle" because my second wife was having a little trouble wrapping her mind around this mysterious source of stunning wisdom. She began challenging the subconscious idea, probably based on the observation that I wasn't really that smart on the "outside," so I probably wasn't that smart on the "inside" either. She suggested that I ask the source of the writing if "it" had a name. Solely to appease her, I did so. I fully expected the writing to say "Bruce" or "Bruce's subconscious." I was quite startled when the reply came back "miracle."

Adding to my astonishment was a level of denial of that particular term. At that time I still equated "miracle" to some benevolent act of God. I somehow felt offended that what I still assumed to be a part of my subconscious would have the gall to make that sort of claim. I was very uncomfortable addressing the source of writing as miracle for quite a long time, until I began to recognize evidence that some of the information could not have come from the limitations of my own life experience. When I finally opened my mind to the possibility that the source was, at least in part, outside of me, Miracle became my accepted name for this mysterious flow of unbelievably useful information.

Since that time I have been educated about the existence of the "Superconscious"---the gateway opposite the subconscious that seems to connect us to a greater, composite mind. With my very, very, very limited knowledge of this, I now assume that Miracle is some sort of channel through the Superconscious that also has complete access to my subconscious. I hesitate to ask Miracle about this directly, as I have experienced the mental acrobatics that have been undertaken in an attempt to convey a level of understanding into my mind that is still incapable of understanding.  It tends to leave my head spinning for a while, challenging my perceptions of reality. Even though "reality" may not have anything to do with "REALITY," to believe in it is comforting and stabilizing.

So, with all that, I hereby introduce you to Miracle through a few of the thousands of writings that have happened through my hand. I hope that you find something of value in the pages that follow.

Offered with love (and the permission of Miracle),
Bruce Wesley Chenoweth