The Source of Miracles: 7 Steps to Transforming Your Life Through the Lord's Prayer - Softcover

McGowan, Kathleen

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1439137722 ISBN 13: 9781439137727

Publisher: Atria Books, 2010

Synopsis

The real secret to happiness and abundance has been hiding in plain sight, and you already know it by heart.

New York Times bestselling author Kathleen McGowan’s transformative new book unlocks the hidden power of the Lord’s Prayer in seven simple steps.

In this brilliant handbook, Kathleen McGowan reveals the true secret to a joyous and fulfilling life: using the Lord’s Prayer to create real and lasting change in the soul. Each chapter in The Source of Miracles is a guide to one of the seven steps in the process, corresponding to a primary teaching of the prayer:

FAITH: Understand that you are part of God’s plan

SURRENDER: Find the ultimate liberation and peace

SERVICE: Create heaven on earth through your own good works

ABUNDANCE: Attract joy and fulfillment through gratitude

FORGIVENESS: Release anger and resentment

OVERCOMING OBSTACLES: Know that you can master temptation

LOVE: Tap into the greatest power of all

Featuring meditations, affirmations, and other activities designed to help readers work through life’s challenges.

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About the Author

Kathleen McGowan is an internationally published writer whose work has appeared on five continents and in at least fifteen languages. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and three sons. You can visit her website at www.theexpectedone.com.

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The Mystery of the Rose with Six Petals

LOS ANGELES: AUGUST 17, 200I

Our beautiful baby boy would be dead within an hour.

That's what the doctors said. And had I believed them, he likely would have died exactly as they predicted. But I didn't believe them, and I didn't because of what I learned from the rose with six petals.

The youngest of our three sons, Shane Francis, was born on an August afternoon in 2001, perfect and healthy. Or so we thought. He appeared to be having a little trouble breathing after a few hours into his life here on earth, but we were told that this was not uncommon with a baby born via cesarean section. At this stage, no one was too worried. He was placed under an oxygen tent and observed in the nursery for a few hours.

And then he turned blue -- before turning an ashen shade of ghastly gray. He was no longer able to breathe on his own. His lungs simply ceased to function. We would discover later that he had been born with a deadly condition that made it impossible for his lungs to inflate. But this wasn't even necessarily the most immediate concern. The crisis came from the realization that he had essentially been deprived of oxygen for several hours before anyone realized it. There was, at this stage, permanent damage to his newborn organs, including his brain.

While the suburban hospital Shane was born in had a neonatal intensive care unit (NICU), they were not optimistic about his chances of survival when he was transferred into their ward. He did not respond to any of the respirators he was hooked up to; it was simply too late to save him.

The NICU doctors thought I was in an understandable state of maternal denial when I told them they were wrong. As a result, a mild-mannered social worker from the hospital was sent to "counsel us." In other words, his job was to make sure we understood that our baby was about to die.

"This isn't your fault," the well-intentioned man assured me as he patted me on the back. "You didn't do anything to cause this. It's just one of those things that we can't foresee. But if you have a priest, minister, or other spiritual adviser, I suggest you call him or her now to help you get through this. There are only a few minutes of life left in this baby."

I knew that he meant well, but I really just wanted him to shut up. I was furious that they had all given up on my baby, that they were taking the position that he was already dead, when he was still alive in the same room with us.

But I also knew something they didn't know. I knew that my baby would live, no matter what they said, because I had seen it while praying in the center of a labyrinth three months earlier. I had, in fact, caught my first glimpse of the miracles that were to follow a full six years earlier, over six thousand miles away in a cathedral in France.

CHARTRES, FRANCE: MAY 1995

There is a legend that when Napoleon stormed through the doors of the Cathedral of Notre Dame de Chartres for the first time, the glory of the place stopped him in his tracks. He grew very silent -- a rarity -- as he looked around, taking in the majesty, the artistry, and the sanctity. In a choked voice he announced to his entourage, "Chartres is no place for an atheist."

I beg to differ. I think that Chartres is a perfect place for an atheist. The glory and grace of the structure have the potential to convince even the most hardened skeptic of the presence of God. If ever there was a monument that was divinely guided and inspired to illustrate the concept of "on earth as it is in heaven," it is Chartres Cathedral.

I had my first look at Chartres from approximately twenty miles away while driving through France, "coincidentally" on Mother's Day in 1995. The mismatched yet magnificent spires pointed to heaven from their place on a hilltop that has been sacred to mankind for thousands of years. To describe the majesty of Chartres in detail is beyond the scope of this book; it just may be beyond my ability to ever find the right words to do it justice. Orson Welles, who knew a few things about genius, said Chartres Cathedral was "the premier work of mankind...a celebration of God's glory and the dignity of man." I find his description perfectly fitting now that I have seen the miracles that emerge from such a place.

But in May of 1995, I was a tourist more than I was a pilgrim. To call myself a pilgrim would indicate that I knew how sacred and special the place was when I set out to visit it. I did not. While I knew that the cathedral was a heritage site for its glorious eight-hundred-year-old architecture and hundreds of magnificent stained glass windows, the extent of my knowledge at that stage came from a couple of paragraphs in a Paris guidebook.

I entered the cathedral for the first time through the majestic western portal, beneath a grand relief of Christ enthroned. I gasped at the sheer enormity of the place, at the overwhelming abundance of awe-inspiring beauty contained within.

Like so many other tourists before and since, I rarely looked down after entering the cathedral. The stained glass marvels are several stories above eye level, causing visitors to bump into each other as their focus remains directed heavenward. I did not know then what is so integral to my life now: that as much glory awaited me beneath my feet as above my head. Sadly, most visitors never discover that life-changing secret.

But an unusual design on the floor had caught my eye ever so briefly when I first entered the cathedral. It niggled at the back of my mind -- something about it was important -- and I went back to take a second look. Embedded in the center of the floor was a large mosaic in stone, large enough for at least ten adults to stand within it. It was a type of flower, a rose with six rounded petals, and a circle in the center. Much of the ancient design had been covered with rows of chairs and was therefore difficult to see in its entirety. The rest of the pattern that surrounded this flower spanned a huge portion of the nave's floor, but this was also covered with chairs, which made it impossible to identify. What I could see of the design was beautiful and elegant but also curious. I went to stand in the central circle, at the heart of the rose, as this was the only area that was not covered with chairs.

I stood there, took a deep breath...and fell to my knees. A heated surge of energy flooded my body and pulled me to the ground with its force. I was dizzy for quite a while afterward, forced to sit down in the wooden chairs that covered the rest of the rose mosaic. When the dizziness wore off, I was consumed with utter fascination.

Long after my return to the States, the rose in the floor of the cathedral haunted me. That fascination became an obsession which led to a great and unexpected spiritual quest. It would become the journey of a lifetime, a journey that continues to this day.

Along my path to understanding the mystery of the rose with six petals, I discovered that the image was the central point of a huge labyrinth that extended over forty-two feet across the floor of Chartres Cathedral. The great Gothic cathedral builders in France had installed labyrinths in the floors of many of their monuments, although only a handful have survived. These are elaborate patterns built with geometric precision by master architects. They are sometimes referred to as mazes, but that is a misnomer. Mazes are places where one gets lost. Labyrinths are places where one is found.

The purpose of the labyrinths in the French cathedrals has never been definitively agreed upon by scholars or theologians. Some say that they represented a metaphorical path to the Holy Land for those in medieval times who were unable to make such a pilgrimage. Others, myself included, believe that they were created as a prayer tool, a path that could be walked while praying, toward a center where God awaits. The labyrinths all have one single path that leads in to a central place, a holy of holies reserved for prayer. I learned that Chartres Cathedral is unique in that it contains the only medieval labyrinth where the center is represented by the six-petaled rose.

In the early Middle Ages, and perhaps long before, there was a great spiritual school at Chartres. It was a center for both theology and mystery that is now the stuff of legend. The school counted saints, mystics, philosophers, politicians, and even a few infamous heretics among its eclectic group of graduates and teachers. While much of what was taught there is lost to time and history, there are some powerful remnants of the more mystical Chartres teachings available for those who dig deeply enough.

My own search was relentless.

Thus, along my path I was fortunate enough to find teachers who invited me back in time through the ancient doors of the Chartres mystery school. They instructed me in the way of the labyrinth and showed me that the rose at the center is a portal that leads to the ultimate and most priceless treasure: spiritual transformation.

I will share some of Chartres' most potent, life-changing lessons within the pages that follow, but the essence of what I discovered is this:

The secret of the rose with six petals is its perfect correlation to the Lord's Prayer. Each petal represents a different teaching found within the prayer, and the central circle represents the essence and wellspring of LOVE, as love must feed into all aspects of our lives in order for us to achieve true fulfillment. The rose is the symbol of the perfect spiritual practice as left to us by Jesus. It is our map to the source of miracles.

The rose at the center of the labyrinth in Chartres Cathedral is the heart of an unmatched temple built to honor the power of prayer. It was central to the teachings of the medieval mystery school, and to this most powerful and sacred Christian tradition that has been nearly lost to us in modern times.

During my studies, I learned to use the Lord's Pr...

Edition details

• Publisher: Atria Books
• Publication date: 2010
• ISBN 10: 1439137722
• ISBN 13: 9781439137727
• Binding: Paperback
• Language: English
• Number of pages: 224