October 2019

Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry30 Oct 2019 08:39 pm

Collision of Milky Way and Andromeda Predicted * 100 million years from now

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Astronomers predict that, about 100 million years from now, our galaxy, the Milky Way, having about 800 billion stars, will collide with a neighboring galaxy, Andromeda, having about 1.2 trillion stars.


A galactic collision does not mean the stars from both galaxies will collide. There is no massive fireworks. It is a slow ‘silent’ collision. There is plenty of space in between stars, so they will merely pass each other. But the resulting massive electro-magnetic maelstrom will result in the birth and death of millions of stars. The collision will take a few million years to occur.


About a hundred billion years ago, there was a super-nova, a massive explosion of all explosions whose light illuminated half of the Known or Observable Universe. Its remnants now form the Virgo super-cluster of about a thousand galaxies, of which, our home, the Milky Way is but a tiny dot. We are of star material, a cosmic brew that gave birth to consciousness.


We are so tiny, a mere micro-dot in the vast Known Universe with a diameter of 93 billion light years. If the Observable Universe were the mere size of our solar system, Earth would be the size of an electron in an atom. Our sun is but one of the 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars found in trillions of galaxies, each galaxy having an average of about a trillion stars. Beyond the 93-billion light years, nothing is unknown because light has not yet travelled to Earth.


Yet we are so big because we have consciousness. When we gaze at a star through a telescope a thousand light years away, we become part of that star and we become that star. We transcend the physical universe with our minds. Every new discovery we make with our puny instruments becomes part of us. Perspective is power. Our consciousness thus sanctifies God’s creation at the mere consciousness if it.


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u01 /u12/ p15 / u11 / u13 / u09
u01 – at the center of every galaxy

u12 – observable universe

p15 – God created us from starust

u11 – our sophisticated instruments

u13 – I feel so small

u09 – I carry the sins of mankind


Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry27 Oct 2019 01:00 am

STARTING LIFE AT SEVENTY * The Secret to Life is in our Stars



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Seventy-year-old Kevin was so bored with life that he started thinking of death. He started getting sick with imagined diseases. In total depression, wanting to die but not knowing how to, he took a walk in the nearby woods, contemplating suicide.


He stumbled and sprained his ankle. Unable to walk, he lay on the grass, and for the first time, saw the panorama of the stars like a million diadems on soft black velvet. Suddenly, he realized that he took many beautiful things for granted, that life was worth living, and it was not too late to start life at 70. His entire life of emptiness and misery flashed back in a split second. He was sad how he had wasted his life.


A deep spiritual transformation emerged. He complained aloud to the Lord in in tears. He vented his anger on the Lord, blaming Him for his misery and pain, until he realized that, for the first time in his life, he was praying for help. There was only himself and the world to blame. Only then did he realize, that he was still alive, that life was so precious, that life was what he made of it


Unable to walk, he was forced to sleep until morning on top of soft summer leaves. Resisting old age and weakness, he wandered aimlessly for two days, wondering what to do with himself. He bought bread in a bakery along the road. There, he met a young lady sitting on the curb, crying. He brought her out to a nearby garden, and asked her to lie down on the grass with him. She meekly obeyed, no questions asked. They watched the clear star-studded evening sky for a whole ten minutes in silence.


SANDRA. My name is Sandra. Hey, look, a shooting star.
KEVIN. I’m Kevin. I was ready to commit suicide two days ago, Sandra. The stars saved me. They made me feel alive.
SANDRA. I have cancer. The doctor said I will die in six months.
KEVIN. How nice. You have six months to start your life.
SANDRA. What would you have me do?
KEVIN. Give yourself to others, that’s the only way to die. Forget yourself in others.
SANDRA. I am not important. Everybody else is. Sounds like a good plan. Yes, I will try it. Look, another shooting star.
KEVIN. A shooting star, in all its grandeur, lives only for two seconds at most. You have six months. You have plenty of time.
SANDRA. Thank you, Kevin. I will never forget you.


Kevin did not fully realize the utter spiritual comfort he gave Sandra. It just came out of him. Now he knew what to do with himself. Going back home, he resolved to begin a life for the Lord and for others. It was not too late. It was only then did he really begin his life. He found his youth in his old age. After seven decades of emptiness, he began to live.


With his last savings, he built a kitchen named “SOUP FOR THE SOUL”, inviting other old people. Every day, they came, about 50 of them, men and women in rags, a noisy bunch who began to discover their youth in their old age in each other. When his money was running out, he told the sad news to all that he had to close the kitchen.


Rebecca, a 78-year-old feisty woman, stood up and said, “No way. We will raise the money.” They had a big rowdy meeting. Everybody was screaming. In the midst of the pandemonium, a beautiful young lady alighted from a black limousine and approached them. All were silent.


SANDRA. Hi, Kevin. I can see your making a mess of your life. I’ve searched high and low for you.
KEVIN. Kitchen mess, yes. Sandra, it’s nice to see you so alive. Let me see, it has been 12 months since we met, right?
SANDRA. Eighteen, Kevin. I did not die after six months because if you live for others, you don’t easily die. You taught me the secret to life, Kevin.
KEVIN. It’s no secret. It’s just that we are mostly blind because we do not want to see.
REBECCA. Hey, Sandra, you know what …….
SANDRA. Hush, grandma. I know. The soup may ran out, but not the love we all share.


Sandra winked. She gave Kevin a small bag full of cash. Everyone screamed. Soup for the Soul was alive and well. It became immortal and would never die. Somehow the Lord planned its finances, not Kevin, not Sandra, not anyone.


SANDRA. Tell me, Kevin, do you lie down on the grass with these people?
KEVIN. No grass around here. Anyway, we don’t need shooting stars.
SANDRA. I know, because you are shooting stars to each other, right?
KEVIN. Right. God bless your pretty soul, Sandra.


In an instant, like a brilliant shooting star, Sandra is gone.


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Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry26 Oct 2019 11:14 pm

eastwind posters VOL 01-03 * meditation and inspiration

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If your heart is kind, you can see forever – Sr. Raquel Reodica, RVM
Volume 01 = p165 p172 p178
Volume 02= p197 p199 p231
Volume 03 = p261B p263 p264 p265
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Mother Ignacia Healing Ministry24 Oct 2019 08:15 pm

THE SKATEBOARD PRODIGAL SON * Listen to your kids * A Lesson in Parenting

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parents must be humble enough
to admit that their children
maybe wiser than them
because true wisdom
is in the heart, not in the mind
and millennial kids have plenty of heart
Morning breakfast table.


KEVIN. Guys. I’m going to California to join the skateboard tilt.
DAD. What? You’re giving up school?
KEVIN. Not really. It’s just for the summer.
DAD. No way. You gain nothing from skateboards. It’s a dead end.
MOM. Wait, Dad. Let’s hear him out.
DAD. There is nothing to hear. Case closed.
MOM. I want to hear. Speak up, young man.


DAD. As I said, there’s no career or money in it. I won’t permit you to waste your life.
KEVIN. Waste my life? Dad, I want to build my life.
DAD. Not this way. No. That’s final.
MOM. That’s something – build your life? How?
DAD. It will destroy your life.
MOM. Wait, wait. Hear him out. Build your life?
KEVIN. Yes. I don’t know how to explain it.
DAD. End of discussion. Case closed.


Kevin storms out to his room, bangs the door.


MOM. We must listen. We can’t just impose ourselves on him. He is a grown man.
DAD. He’s a boy, an infantile child.
MOM. He said ‘build your life’. Magic words. It means gain self-confidence. Be your own man.
DAD. He can gain self-confidence in the campus. Case closed.


Next day, Kevin stole money from Dad’s wallet and left for California. Fuming, Dad said he no long had a son. Mom was silent, not wanting to start a quarrel. She turned around to hide a smile, because she knew Kevin could take care of himself. Skateboards could make or break him – that’s the risk, she thought.


In a week, Kevin’s money had been spent. Lisa, a wealthy skateboard champ, who had ran away from home, saw Kevin’s unique style and was so impressed, she took him into her pad. In a week, she was pregnant, resigned to not joining the skateboard tilt, but happy to have a skateboard baby, which was for her, more important than the ramp.


Kevin had a hard time learning the ropes. He crashed into a tree and broke an arm. This encouraged him all the more. In a week, he was back. He was climbing rooftops and diving down pavements. He mastered the triple twirl with ease. He injured his knee, his skull saved by his dented helmet. Lisa was happy to foot the bills because she knew Kevin had a champion’s blood in his veins. His determination was amazing. True enough, Kevin became the California champ, destined to go for the national conference.


TV ANCHOR. So Kevin, it looks like your headed for stardom.
KEVIN. Mmmmm, not yet. I still have a lot to learn. Getting there though.
TV ANCHOR. Tell me, Kevin, what makes you tick. You had half a dozen injuries shown all over the papers. You have been labeled the Skateboard Paraplegic. But you keep going.
KEVIN. Two ingredients, sir. First is love. My girl Lisa and my mom and dad. Love fuels my spirit. Getting a baby made me more resolute. Love is my source of energy. Second is self-confidence, the most important virtue for a skateboard guy. For the first time in my life, I believed in myself. Before that, I was a shy quiet nobody. I hated myself. Now, I love myself.


When he got his trophy, he raised it to the sky and screamed, “Hey, Dad. This is for you.”


Mom and Dad saw the whole thing on TV. Mom was in tears and Dad was still angry because Kevin defied his authority. But the trophy softened his anger.


DAD. You’re right, Mom, skateboards build lives.
MOM. It is very dangerous to mix arrogance and ignorance, Dad. We almost lost a son.
DAD. Yes, I know. But now, humility has replaced my arrogance, and wisdom my ignorance.
MOM. Humility and wisdom? Magical mix.


When Kevin came home, he was scared his Dad had not forgiven him. But when Dad held his arms up, everything melted into an embrace.


KEVIN. Mom, dad, meet Lisa, ex-skateboard champ, and Lawrence, future skateboard champ.


Mom and Dad screamed when they saw Kevin’s wife and baby.


DAD. What’s this?
KEVIN. The $300 I stole from you.
DAD. Think nothing of it, Kevin. Keep it. God bless you.
KEVIN. No, I insist. (He forces it into Dad’s shirt pocket.)
MOM. (Grabbing the money.) Give me that. Steak and salad and red wine, anyone? My prodigal son has returned. Let’s feast and thank the Lord.
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