A while ago I went to a concert where Toto & Michael McDonald were performing alongside each other.  

It was a glorious evening of listening to great music that I knew the words to (smile).  But what was touching to me was that these artists obviously not only enjoyed what they did, but embraced working alongside each other.  

Toto being the opening band invited Michael McDonald to join them, then when it was the closing song, Michael McDonald had Toto come back out on stage.  

Michael introduced his band members with admiration, many, including Toto being close friends in the business for many years, which shone throughout the evenings performance.  When he introduced Tommy Sims, one of the co-writers of the song Eric Clapton made famous, “Change The World” it lead into Michael McDonald reminding the audience, as human beings that we need to learn to live together as one, which got a roar from the crowd.  This was followed by lead guitarist Steve Lukather, from Toto, giving an electrical rendition of Amazing Grace.  

As this electrical euphoria filled the auditorium where 5000 people were gathered together, I imagined how each of us could individually change the world we live in with simple acts of kindness and acceptance.  

The Universal shift that is currently happening is about unconditional love.  The vibration of benevolence would evoke a different perception in our world.  We each need to take responsibility for the positive energy we can create in life.  Whether that is acceptance of others and the faith they follow, or helping someone without any expectation of something in return.

Imagine how our spiritual acts would evolve, based on only our purest intentions.  I sense it would be the emergence of sincerity, kindness and acceptance living in total harmony within our world.

So, what are you waiting for..... YOU CAN CHANGE THE WORLD!!!!  

Vibrational Blessings, Debbie A. Anderson

If I could grant one wish to you all, it would be to embrace the Vibrational Blessings that you get given every single day.  Debbie A. Anderson



Every day is Christmas when you have the kind of mind,
That stores up all the goodness and the sweetness it can find
When you don't need an occasion, to spread a bit of cheer,
But just keep on a-giving, of yourself throughout the year.

Every day is Christmas, with a gaily wrapped surprise,
When you've learned to see the friendship in someone else's eyes.
When you try a little harder, and complain a little less,
Holding fast to all the fervor of the faith that you possess.
Every day is Christmas, when you've found that you can be
More concerned with words like 'you' and less with 'I' and 'me'.
When it's fun to do a favor, and to lend a helping a hand,
When being understood means less, than when you understand.

Every day is Christmas, with a beauty deeply cast,
When you find it doesn't matter, if you're first or if you're last
When you can face your conscience, and be glad of who you are,
Then every day is Christmas, for you'll have friends near and far.

~ Author Unknown

 A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.
 
She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.
 
Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to the Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.
 
She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.

Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!
 
'And what do you want?' the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages,' he said without waiting for a reply to his question.
 
'Well, I want to talk to you about my brother,' Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone.

'He's really, really sick....and I want to buy a miracle.'
 
'I beg your pardon?' said the pharmacist.
 
'His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?'
 
'We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you,' the pharmacist said, softening a little.
 
'Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.'
 
The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, 'What kind of a miracle does your brother need?'
 
'I don't know,' Tess replied with her eyes welling up 'I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money.'
 
'How much do you have?' asked the man from Chicago.
 
'One dollar and eleven cents,' Tess answered barely audible.
 
'And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.'
 
'Well, what a coincidence,' smiled the man. 'A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of
a miracle for little brothers.'
 
He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said 'Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need.'
 
That well-dressed man was a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery.  The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.
 
Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.
 
'That surgery,' her Mom whispered. 'was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?'
 
Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents...plus the faith of a little child.
 
In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.
 
A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

Anon

NB Whether this story is true or just an amazing writer sharing the gift of miracles it doesn’t matter.  What does is that you read it, and now will go out into the world and create and share your own miracles.   Debbie A. Anderson