On early July of 2010, in my darkest and lowest hour, I paid a visit to the St. Pio Chapel in Manila, Philippines. I have failed in almost every aspect of my life, and with a heavy heart I prayed. I didn’t asked for anything, for I did not know what I wanted. I just prayed for a miracle.
On July 27, I woke up with a strong desire to write about one thing: LOVE. I decided to open an account on Twitter as “The_LoveGoddess” and spoke to the unknown millions. That’s how random it was. I could have chosen some other user name. I couldn’t be bolder with my intentions. One by one, these quotes were read, and re-broadcasted to not only hundreds, but thousands of people all over the world.
On August 13, I was spending too much time on the internet, it became a bit draining on my part. I prayed to God once again to “please give me a sign that I need to continue this.”
On August 14, I got a private message from none other than Paulo Coelho, author of The Alchemist, telling me that he is “following” me. Out of more than almost a million followers, he only follows less than a hundred people, I was exhilirated to be part of his timeline. I caught the eye of my favorite author in the world. I took this is a strong sign. Coelho, the Warrior of Light has been a guide to millions of readers all over the world, including myself. The moment was truly humbling.
A month passed and I began to feel restless again. I needed another sign. I wanted to make certain that this was my true calling. For 11 years I worked in the I.T. industry and had worked my way up and became one of the youngest female senior executives in my division. And since we provided support for Western countries I had to work nights… for 11 years. On the side, I also worked as a feature writer for a local lifestyle and entertainment magazine, and as if I wasn’t crazy enough to handle two jobs I also did PR for club and radio events. It had taken its toll on me early May of 2010, my whole life went up in smoke. I left my job, my media circle, the money. I gave up my lovely house, and my extravagant lifestyle. I turned my back on everything that weakened my soul.
On September 23, in prayer, I asked for a stronger sign that I should keep writing, and maybe find work that would allow me to continue this passion.
On September 25, while moving in to my new, smaller house in the city, I met a debilitating accident. I fell from the stairs while carrying a heavy load and tore a ligament. I was in extreme pain and paralyzed for almost a month. I only started to move my right leg mid October. I started to walk mid November but I still need to undergo therapy until such time it is safe to jog and run. The whole time I was bed-ridden, I did nothing else but write. I wrote twice more than what I used to write in a day. I just had to write for my wellness and sanity.
One day in the hospital, it struck me that what had just happened was something I had asked for ~ A STRONG SIGN. Since then, I never doubted the signs that were given to me, and I learned to follow my intuition, for intuition really is the voice of my faith… the spiritual reflex of my heart.
I have close to two thousand verses all written in a span of 6 months… and I continue to write new ones and re-broadcast the old. My Twitter, an account I once thought wouldn’t grow more than 100, has now close to 12,000 followers, sharing the love and the words of Love and Light. My friends and followers continue to grow everyday. I am simply overwhelmed by the feedback, and by those who reach out to say how much my I have helped them. Some of my followers even took the liberty to translate my quotes to their own language. I have also crossed over the genres of prose and poetry, and novel writing.
Today I have the full understanding of what God has in store for me, when I thought that He had forsaken me. All the trials, were blessings in disguise, for I would not be able to pull healing words from my heart unless I was given the chance to experience them.
I do not know what the future lies for me, all I know is that it is SPOTLESS BRIGHT. I am in my element when I write and at this point, nothing can stop me from chasing a dream. In my heart, what I had prayed for was there all along, and when I did not ask for anything, He gave me the gift of HEALING through words… the best gift anyone has ever placed on my hands, for it does not only lift the grief of others, but it lifted my own grief too.
It is with great pride and joy that I share this Miracle with you.
(Photo by Justin M. Rand)