Miracle Healing Ministry ®

Greetings and good morning from the beautiful Bitterroot Valley!  I have just returned from a two-week trip to Nebraska.  It feels good to be home!  I have been home for three days and still haven’t unpacked the car yet.  I have been a little busy.

            The day I left, I had an interview with Simon Parkes, the Founder of “Connecting Consciousness” in London.  I was applying for a position as Event Host here in Stevensville.  The position called for nothing more than who I just am.  I was approached by the Montana Coordinator a couple months ago to apply for the position, in fact.  She thought I would be perfect for the job.  FYI, if you have never heard of this organization, you can find it on the internet by going to:  www.connectingconsciousness.org.

            During my interview, I happened to blurt out, “Oh my God, Simon, I LOVE YOU so much!”  I am sure I immediately blushed.  I have never told a prospective employer that I LOVE them!  The words came out so passionately, it surprised even me.  He giggled and thanked me.

            I had to bite my tongue to not say, “I have always wanted to meet someone famous, besides JUST JESUS.”  It isn’t that I wanted to meet him “just because he was famous.”  I am a fan, but not for that reason.  He is an independent journalist I listen to, because I don’t listen to Mainstream News to get information.

            When I am listening to Simon, his voice in relating what is going on in the world isn’t delivered in a fear-based tone.  His voice is soft and gentle, reassuring a listener that things are under control.  He is spiritual in delivery of his messages to humanity.  I resonate strongly with his delivery, his spirit, his intention, and his goal to help humanity.

            A year ago, Simon provided a thread to apply for a humanitarian project.  Wanting a Center to expand what I already do through my home on a small scale, I put in a request for the Bitterroot Valley to have a healing center created.  I am awaiting word that my request has been granted.

            The day after my interview, while driving towards Nebraska, I was informed that I had been hired to be the Stevensville Event Host.  Trish, the woman who had suggested that I should apply, said she was probably more excited than me that I had gotten the position.  My only reasoning to substantiate her feelings is because, for me, nothing has changed – except that I am now doing it under the Connecting Consciousness banner.  I have hosted thousands of dinners/meetings/events.  It just comes naturally to me.

            It was requested of me to write a blurb that would be sent out to members in order to RSVP a meeting invitation.  I submitted it this morning to Trish.  It reads:

Greetings and good afternoon!  I am Dr. Gloria D. Benish, the Stevensville Event Host.  I am cordially inviting you to join our fantastic members and me for the upcoming Connecting Consciousness face-to-face gathering.  (My nickname is “Dr. Glo-bug” – just here “to lighten things up.”)

            From my perspective, these meetings are a breath of fresh air amongst the woes in the world or in family/friend situations who don’t share the same perceptions.  This group gives you a place in your head and heart to come in order to feel loved, relaxed, share without judgment, and to voice your thoughts and feelings.  A place to be wholly accepted just for being the wonderful you that you are.  Everyone I have met so far in CC is extremely gifted, open-minded, and open-hearted!

            I will give you fair warning:  I am a “food pusher.”  I love to feed people spiritually and physically, so bring an appetite for spirit and physical food.  My personal goal (as your CC Event Host), with you as my guest, is to have you feel filled full and full filled.   I want you “armed for bear” with your departure hug … that you are so satisfied and filled to the brim that you burp love wherever you go, until we meet again.

            I am looking forward to spending time with you … or perhaps meeting you for the first time!  Hope you can join us!! 

            I love meeting new “like-minded” individuals!  It gives me an opportunity to love more people.  JOB SECURITY! 

            I look forward to having many more face-to-face gatherings in my home and hope that it will expand to having a Center big enough to hold all of us.  The current group ranges from 12-15 people at present.  Just enough seating on my covered back porch and to fit into my tiny kitchen space.  We are packed in here like sardines, but no one is complaining about the space.  I receive gratitude for providing such a peaceful, safe environment to talk freely and no one wants to leave.

            Yesterday, two women showed up three hours early, thinking they would arrive early to help me because I’d been on an extended trip.  I was organized, however, and we got to enjoy each other’s company before the others arrived.  Two women at the end of the day ended up staying three hours after the others left, comfortable on my patio becoming new friends.  For me, my first face-to-face gathering as “Event Host” became a nine-hour day with guests.  Is this Heaven or what?!

            JOB SECURITY.  Could anyone be more blessed when your “job” is loving people and uniting with others who are seeking it and a place to experience love? 

            Sometimes, my “job of loving” takes me on a road trip.  Eighteen hours of driving to Nebraska was another job opportunity for me.

            Two months ago, my youngest sibling Sheila called and asked if I could help her on a mission in O’Neill, Nebraska to help my Aunt Alice.  My cousin/caretaker Shirley is trying to move to Oklahoma City and trying to downsize Alice to go with her.  My Uncle Sonny was a trucker, with a large diesel shop in the backyard.  They had his parent’s farm, five storage units, and Shirley and Alice’s home/diesel shop to prepare for auction.  To say it was going to be overwhelming was an under-statement!

            Coco (my house-mate) agreed to go with me to be of assistance.  We arrived and were given our job assignments.  Coco would help Sheila and Shirley.  I would be taking care of Aunt Alice and cooking breakfast/lunch/dinner and taking care of household duties.

            Three exhausted women, after long hours of packing and moving everything to trailers to the farm to be sold at the auction would come into the air-conditioned home and sit down to relax and eat.  They didn’t need to worry about prep or clean-up.  We worked together like a well-oiled machine.

            Before I left Montana, I was working at the computer and printing out a manuscript.  I finished the project and noticed that I only had about 30 pieces of paper left.  My thoughts were these: (1) As soon as I get back from Nebraska, I need to make a trip to Costco and get some paper on hand.  (2)  Judging myself, I thought, “What kind of an author/PUBLISHER has only 30 pieces of paper on hand?!!”

            While in Nebraska, Sheila called and asked me to come to one of the storage units.  They had something for me that Shirley thought I could use.  I arrived and was asked to back my van up to the unit.  I did and three women loaded BOXES, with reams of paper, into my vehicle!  A kiss on the forehead from God, eh?

            On the drive back home, I told Coco, “I have a feeling that I’ll be writing another book soon because we always have everything we need, usually before we know we need it.”

            The day before I left, Shirley asked me to come to the bedroom.  She said, “I would like to give you something in gratitude for coming to help.”   A lump, so big I couldn’t speak, blocked my words from speaking and tears filled my eyes.   Through tears, I slowly gathered the words and spoke, “Aunt Alice took care of me every summer of my youth, it’s been my pleasure to take care of her in her final chapters.”

            When I arrived, I explained to Alice that I am who I am as a result of having her as my role model.  She worked like a dog her entire life, with a smile on her face.  She was tender and loving, she was a fabulous cook and no one left her home hungry, except by choice.  Throughout her life, she lived the principles of Christ – kind, caring, thoughtful, loving, patient, helpful.  She had integrity and said what she meant and meant what she said.  The gift she gave everyone in the family and extended family of neighbors and community was LOVE in all forms of the word, unconditionally.

            I was fortunate to have her as a role model.  I was fortunate to drive 18 hours, one direction, to have that special alone-time with my Aunt Alice.  The thought of being paid anything to be of assistance to her was non-negotiable.  The time together was priceless.

            Our days were spent chatting about our past and watching Hallmark together.  The final movie we watched together was about a woman who took five Hallmark cards and sent them to five people who had made a difference in the actress’s life.  I was inspired to do the same when I got home, to send Alice a Hallmark card and tell her what a difference she made in my life.

            When I returned to Montana, I went to the store and read card-after-card and alas, there wasn’t one that would express what a difference she had made in my life.  I thought, “If Hallmark can’t say it …. I’ll say it myself..”

            From my heart, in remembering daily moments of her watching me as a child, my favorite memory was this.  I had been playing outside with Shirley’s brother Jim who was my age.  We were partners in crime, swinging off the house with Uncle Sonny’s Weeping Willow tree, playing Tarzan (which we KNEW we would be whipped for later with the broken branches.  But it was so much fun, we did it anyway.  Alice wasn’t the disciplinarian … Uncle Sonny was!  Ouch.  Those branches stung!)

            Anyway, called in for lunch, I washed my hands and sat at the table.  Aunt Alice had prepared my favorite meat loaf, baked potatoes, baked acorn squash, sliced cucumbers and onions that had marinated in vinegar, and a Kool Aid in a purple metal tumbler that sweated beads that dripped from the cold/hot air exchange.  You could taste the absolute love she had felt as she probably hummed or sang while she was prepping the food!  To this day, it is my favorite meal, but that day … it was a perfect day sitting at my aunt’s table and being served with her loving hands and heart.

            Every summer, until I was 14, I had Aunt Alice to look up to.  Now, at 90, she is shorter than me – shrunk in stature, but not in admiration.  One afternoon, while I was prepping a dinner, she was walking  S  L  O  W  L  Y  through the kitchen at a snail’s pace without her walker or a cane.  I asked her teasingly, “And where do you think you’re going?”  She smiled and replied, “Honey, I’m just running to the bathroom for a minute.”  I giggled and asked, “That’s running?!” 

            Hallmark is a sweet channel.  But life can be, as well.  With our family and friends, we are all playing roles.  The relationship between my aunt and me or who we are by nature, I can assure you – NONE of it is “ACTING.”  It is all very real.  If you have never experienced having an Aunt Alice/a role model to look up to, I would encourage you to become a member of Connecting Consciousness and RSVP to come to a Stevensville face-to-face gathering here at my home.  I will introduce you to my aunt living very much alive through me …

            Until next month, take care – I care …

Always,

Gloria D. Benish, Ph.D.

(Alias:  Dr. Glo-bug – Just here “to lighten things up”)