Miracles and Clowns

I was watching a film on miracles.  A woman glider got caught in a storm and went to nearly 10,000 metres (Everest is around 8,800).  There was lighting, hail and temperatures to minus 55 degrees.  The air was very thin as she bordered the outer atmosphere.  The para glider just looped around for 45 minutes as she was unconscious.  A human could not survive for more than 10 minutes at that altitude. Then it collapsed and fell 3,000 metres and the glider shute just miraculously opened.  She then regained consciousness and frozen she headed straight and managed to land in a field.  She was a world champion German pilot. Her male colleagues were stunned at her survival and they said she had incredible mental strength.  She said at points up there she prayed to get through.  It seems her prayers were answered.  The second story was about a Canadian who decided to trek into the Great Sandy Desert, the aboriginals thought him mad.  He was a Christian and he wanted to face his sorrow around his family.  He had wanted to go into the desert since 16.  He survived 43 days in the desert without food and he just happened to find water at critical moments.  He prayed there and faced death.  Apparently a film crew and some American’s specialists in rescue found him.  He walked 400km in the most inhabitable territory on earth.  Where do those inner impulses to turn left right, dig for water come from.  The last story I watched was an Australian who was going for a 3 km trek to a waterfall in Laos.  He lost the track and ended up in the jungle for 10 days.  The great threat to him was not tigers or other animals, it was pathogens from open wounds. He was in monsoonal conditions and was non-stop soaked, the weather was the worst in 100 years and cold.  He was weak and there was a point where he thought to throw himself off a waterfall as he couldn’t handle the pain. He thought of his parents and made a decision to not give up.  He felt to lay near a waterfall in the open (clearing).  Some Australians happened across the village he’d been in and were told of him missing. One of the guys happened to have a partner in the Australian Embassy.  The Ambassador decided to despatch a helicopter, they had one day.  Apparently the villages consulted a sharman who said they would find him within a day. The sharman consulted jungle spirits. He said he was waiting for his people to rescue him.  Sure enough the Australian pilot miraculously found him.  They sent laos villages into the forest.  It took them 4 hours to carry him out.  They were incredible.  They had made bamboo ladders to reach him.  Very resourceful. They couldn’t believe he was alive. Slowly he recovered and he returned to Laos and thanked every person individually who had helped him.  All people had in common a desire to not give up. There was a spiritual dimension to each case.  Made me think about researching miracles for the fun of it.

I found this song by a couple of clown dudes.  Love the lyrics.  Love their desire to live each moment.  I feel the same. This is the kind of news I will look at more intensively.  I am not interested in media that makes people feel powerless.  It is time to know there is indeed power, where it comes from is your job to find out.  I already now.

This was the first film I found when searching for miracles.  Turns out it is a song by clowns.  Given I am a clown, what are the chances of finding it.  I didn’t even think of it.  I laugh … a lot.