Miracles Happen Everyday!

About one year ago, my wife, Debbie, decided to take her niece, Kim, who was visiting from the northeast, on a drive to the coast of Southern California. Besides doing some shopping, they also planned to spread Girls at beach1some ashes, the remains of Kim’s mother who had died months earlier, upon the waves of Laguna Beach. Linda was my wife’s elder sister. She was found alone at her home, unconscious due to a sudden stroke. She died a few days later.

The drive along the coast highway took them through a series of picturesque, beach communities. The mood was peaceful, the journey relaxing as well as scenic. At one point, though, they found themselves waiting at an intersection for a stoplight to change. The cross street to the right was an immediate climb up a steep hill and to the left a short descent leading down to the beach. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

They were stopped in the right hand lane next to one car to their immediate left and another in an adjacent left turn lane. As soon as the traffic light changed from red to green, both of the cars to the left of Debbie and Kim proceeded into the intersection. But Debbie’s car would not move forward. No matter how hard she pressed on the accelerator, the car wouldn’t budge. Something was preventing it from moving forward.

All at once, a large, black SUV appeared, barreling into the intersection downhill from the right. The driver of the SUV never slowed, appearing to have either been distracted or lost the ability to brake. The SUV struck the side of the car that had been waiting beside Debbie and Kim, forcing it sideways to then smash into the car waiting to make its left turn. As they witness the trauma of the accident unfold before them, their car was released, and Debbie and Kim were allowed to proceed on their way.

My wife drives a small, economy car, most of which lies well below the bumper of a typical SUV. If they had been allowed to continue unhindered, Kim would have most certainly lost her life, as the SUV would have struck her at eye level first. As they drove way, both Debbie and Kim knew immediately that the power guiding their lives had revealed itself to them directly.


Afterward, while perusing the boutiques of Laguna Beach, Debbie and Kim met a woman who ran a tiny shop downtown. She introduced herself and then shocked both of them by informing them that they were there to spread ashes at the beach! Taken aback by such a surprising comment, they both thought to themselves, How did she know? How did she know? When I heard this, I knew I needed to find out more.

Months later, I went to meet the woman who ran the tiny shop. I really wanted to find out what she could tell me about me! But I found nothing unusual about her and instead went away considering the day to be quite uneventful. I forgot all about her until a week later when I noticed a small business card sitting on the counter in our kitchen. It was a card my wife had taken from the tiny shop owned by the mysterious woman.

The night before I found the business card, and after struggling for many months, I had finally come up with the book’s title, The Primal Contradiction. And as I looked down at the business card, I realized the name on the card was derived from the same words I had chosen for my title. The mysterious woman from Laguna Beach was the one who actually gave me the title for my book.

9 thoughts on “Miracles Happen Everyday!

    1. Daniel St. Clair Post author

      I was reading a bit of Alan Watts this morning. The passage was very clear, “You cannot teach an ego to be anything but egotistic… the basic thing is therefore to dispel, by experiment and experience, the illusion of oneself as a separate ego.” I’ve been working on dispelling this point of view within myself, as you probably know, for a very long time. So much so, that I seem to simply accept the magic I see happening all around as a matter of course. And naturally, I readily expect that others see and appreciate the intertwinement of the powers driving all the episodes of our lives as well. I just prefer believing that we all have the potential of knowing each other at such a level of intimacy. We certainly have the power and use it everyday of our lives, although, mostly without having any control over it! Consequently your curiosity and acceptance of something greater breathes a life of its own and is appreciated by many, including me!


  1. Daniel St. Clair Post author

    I try to rely on believing as often as I can throughout each day. Believing has become so ingrained into my life that I no longer differentiate it from Knowing. Divine Consciousness is a much more satisfying way of experiencing the world and its mysteries than compulsively performing the endless process of analyzing cause and effect that the mind loves so much! We are fortunate when we are able to recognize the unexplainable forces around us, so incredibly fortunate that we step closer to the divine each time we accept them into our lives.


  2. Kathleen Lamothe

    Is there divine intervention Daniel? I need help in understanding spiritual aspects of life. Is our understanding limited as we certainly gain certain small amounts of knowing there is something greater than oneself. Is this something ingrained in oneself since childhood teachings have an effect on our minds of course and you are a prime example . Your very strict Catholic upbringing now is showing as you have reached adulthood. Please explain !!!

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  3. Daniel St. Clair Post author

    I have witnessed the divine altering the course of events, specifically those that I expected to take place. Yes. But if I make such a claim, then isn’t it also just as easy for someone else to say, “They were supposed to happen that way anyway?” Troubling, I know. Even I cannot support my claims when presenting them to those who have been infused with the terrible disease of doubt. Doubt… a normal process? Hardly. We are taught to doubt by the legacy of a human condition, a belief in the individuality of the self and the absurd fear of human mortality. The condition has left us with the inability to remember who we truly are. Harsh words for some? Certainly, but I have learned that being alone with our own beliefs never needs to be accompanied by loneliness.

    It has been a fact for me for such a long time… I wish more than anything that there were others who wanted to be free of such pestilence. The mind causes us far too much trouble when it should merely be the instrument of the spirit. My spirit tells me to do the following every day: think only when necessary, meditate constantly, give more than you take, and listen for the voice of God – It is inside of everyone of us! His words can be recognized and felt! We all know how to be true to ourselves.

    The voice of the Divine can easily be confused with our own. Doubt effectively snuffs out the source of these unexpected messages every time, even when they are from God! – But only if we allow it.


  4. Daniel St. Clair Post author

    Thank you Swati. It was amazing! And she went on to tell me her story too…

    In the 1960’s, she worked as a flight attendant based in Texas. She had an early flight one morning and left her apartment, which she shared with a coworker, to drive to the airport while it was still quite dark. On the way, she was driving through a hilly area and lost control of her vehicle. Veering off the road onto a steep descent, her vehicle began to roll over several times. But just as she left the road, she heard a “male” voice say to her, “Grab the underside of your seat.” After tumbling over and over down the hill, she was able to walk away from the vehicle unharmed, having only a tear in clothing.

    After finding help and resuming the tasks of her day, she was informed that the plane she had now missed had crashed shortly after taking off. Her roommate was scheduled to work the very same flight that she had avoided. Her roommate and everyone else on board died that morning.

    Amazing and Inspiring!



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