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Ten Yen True–Miracles?


Mandy Armstrong, my co-author at a book-signing in London, for our novel, Ten Yen True.  I am very proud of what we wrote together, and two more books are underway.  Ten Yen is a prequel I wrote about how the monk becomes a monk and is due out next year.  Ten Yen Forever is a sequel, written by Mandy Armstrong who is just now doing final edits…

Ten Yen True is about how people need one another:

For many years, the monk sat beside the Ajiike pond as he did today in the early morning, breathing in the peaceful settings of the Pure Land gardens……..He was angry at the awful atrocities so recently bestowed upon his people….

Caitlin was ambitious to the point of ruthlessness………

JJ was counting on getting a job at Johns Hopkins……he had to get out of Ashland KY and his fathers house before he blew his stack……

Little Tommy….He glanced again at the coin beside his hospital bed and felt suddenly peaceful…..Like maybe everything would be ok…….

Paul Somerville….Tommys father, former Hollywood actor, wannabe political star…….

Four people….four ten yen coins….

and a miracle………?

It would make a great Christmas gift.

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More Life

veiled woman

I am constantly amazed at the richness of the Bible and how it is so often trans-cultural and timeless in its spiritual message.  The New Testament written 2000 years ago still speaks today in many ways.

Here is the scripture from Luke 8: 40-49 (NIV) Verde (Ashland/Huntington Contemplation Group) used for our last session in an Ignatian technique called Application of the Senses:

 Now when Jesus returned, a crowd welcomed him, for they were all expecting him.  Then a man named Jairus, a synagogue leader, came and fell at Jesus’ feet, pleading with him to come to his house  because his only daughter, a girl of about twelve, was dying.

As Jesus was on his way, the crowds almost crushed him.  And a woman was there who had been subject to bleeding for twelve years, but no one could heal her.  She came up behind him and touched the edge of his cloak, and immediately her bleeding stopped.

 “Who touched me?” Jesus asked.

When they all denied it, Peter said, “Master, the people are crowding and pressing against you.”

 But Jesus said, “Someone touched me; I know that power has gone out from me.”

 Then the woman, seeing that she could not go unnoticed, came trembling and fell at his feet. In the presence of all the people, she told why she had touched him and how she had been instantly healed.  Then he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace.”

Several different people read the Scripture out loud.  It is surprising the way a person reads can effect what one notices.  After the reading, there is a 20 minute time of silence where each person tries to vividly imagine actually being in this scene as one of the people–one tries to notice smells, sounds, feelings, and so on.  Each person journals their experience, and then there is an opportunity for those who wish to share their experience and insights, while the others listen silently and deeply without interrupting.

There were so many things I–even though I am not very visual– noticed and received from the group:

The woman touches Jesus’ robe: we must let go of fear and trust the healing power of God.

Jesus asks who touched him, even though Peter is trying to move him along: many people are standingpressing against him, he is called to help a little girl who is dying, and yet he does not immediately rush along.  He stands his ground, not subject to the expectations of anyone else.  He takes care of the immediate needs within the moment.  In Buddhist terms, he is mindful and fully conscious.


Twelve years is a parallel between the dying girl and the woman who’d been bleeding: both are females in a culture where they are rendered invisible, and yet there is love from the father of the abundant-life-tree-2little girl, and also from Jesus whose presence has healed the woman, and who is (in a subsequent scripture) going to restore the little girl’s life.  This might well be applied to the women of today who are rendered invisible economically, culturally, and intellectually–and are in essence “bleeding.”  Women are important.  They will be restored to community as equals.

For me personally, I have been poignantly aware of the need to stand my ground and not give into insecurity, vacillation, and self-doubt but to trust the process of the strengthening wisdom of Christ through scripture and from people around me.  As one member of Verde said–this Scripture was about More Life!

Miracles of Healing: Blog 1 Early Beliefs


This is a photo of Camden Cottage (photo credit: http://forum.sydenham.org.uk/viewtopic.php?t=1342), the house in Sydenham where I was raised.  I remember it well and the many times I hiked up the stony road which was the nickname for Round Hill, the street where this house was situated.  It was a grand house. I don’t remember it looking so decrepit and have wondered just when this photo was taken.  There looks like a modern street light which surely must have been recent.  In my early days, there was a street light outside my bedroom. Indeed, the window looking onto this light must be the very one I used to look out from when I was a teenager.

The house has been demolished so perhaps this was a photo taken right before it was torn down.  I’d been gone for many years but remember how upset my Dad was to lose his home.  It was rented, but he loved the place.  They moved to county council flats.  My mother liked her new modern warm apartment in Lee. It was no doubt much cozier.

I didn’t always sleep in that room.  My family, the Davis’s, lived in the Upper Flat. We entered around the back, and went through a common hallway that the Adams’ who lived downstairs, had to go through to enter their bathroom.  We went through a steel door off this common entrance into what might have been an old coal cellar.  It was where my two brothers and I kept our bicycles.  Then we went up stairs to the top into the sprawling flat that was full of rooms, hallways, alcoves, and cupboards.

When I was a little girl, perhaps seven years old, I used to sleep in a small room on the other side of the house.  It was painted pink–a proper little girl’s room.  Outside my room was a central room, like a portal to the other rooms in the house. A window overlooked our garden, a grassy weedy area where we used to play cricket. 

For many nights, I’d look out that window and I’d see a man come and stand below and look up at me.  I remember feeling very frightened.  It wasn’t just the idea of a strange man–in those days, London where I lived, was very safe.  No, I was frightened because this man, who was so very real to me, was not visible to anyone else in my family.

I’d run to my mummy and daddy for comfort. They saw no one.  But I did.  They told me it was my imagination.  Perhaps.

It was not until my brother looked with me and comforted me by telling me there was nothing there that the apparition went away.  Perhaps he’d helped shut my third eye that could see across the veil.

To be continued…

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Prayer and Healing

Excerpt from Ziggy, a Little Book of Healing

Three Signs

After Ziggy was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor when he was only about seven years old, I became incredibly aware of the preciousness of his life. I did all I could to make it enjoyable and to appreciate every living moment we shared. It seemed to me that by living in the now of our time together, his passing would not cause me sorrow. I have no doubt there is an afterlife for all God’s creatures. I expected to breeze through Ziggy’s dying and move on sprightly, feeling joyful. How wrong I was. Henri Nouwen once remarked about the agony of loss. Even though I had buried my parents, and many other dogs and cats, I had not understood. Until now. Perhaps, the reason this loss is so painful is because now my heart is more fully open than it ever was in the past.
In the Bible the rainbow is God’s covenant, God’s promise of abundant joy and life for his people. The night when Ziggy was put to sleep, I prayed to see a rainbow as a sign of Ziggy’s well-being. The following day, on my way to the Wednesday evening Bible study at the church where I was the pastor, I saw a rainbow flashing across the Industrial Parkway. I was not comforted, nor satisfied. That night at 3:00 AM, I awoke. My mind filled with torment. How long, I wondered, had I hung onto Zig? Had I been in denial?

This is a true story about my dog who received a miraculous healing. I adored him, willful wretch that he was.
When he was given a death sentence, I was devastated. I couldn’t bear for him to die so young, so I began praying and doing Reiki on him, and I asked friends to pray, to send healing, to visualize him healthy. Thus began a journey to wholeness for both the dog and also for me.
This account is the story of Ziggy intertwined with memoir.
Anyone who loves dogs and cats, is interested in healing and the power of prayer, might find this book helpful.
It contains an Appendix with seven touch healing prayers based upon Reiki and Lectio Divina for individuals or groups.

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