Faith Receives Sacred Blessings
Pot of Beans and fry-bread feeds the masses on the mountain
Proof the basket of fish and bread did feed the masses
A week later, we were still enjoying fry bread, from the same never-ending bowl of fry bread dough. Our cash flow very low and we still had a few days before payday. We had a one-pound bag of kidney beans, a few strips of bacon, three-cans of corn, a half pound of potatoes and three carrots. After some discussion and thought, we decided we wanted beans for dinner, instead of potatoes. When I started to prepare the beans, with the ear of blue corn I hung beside our stove, and had a strong sense of many bellies to fill, so I offered up a simple prayer, filled with strong thought-form vision, expressing the desire of the prayer within my heart.
Prayer words: Here in this pot of beans, it small and it needs to feed and satisfy many different appetites. I have no idea, only you know how many people will come and call upon this pot of beans, to fill unknown number of bellies, which need your blessings to satisfy unknown appetites. The blessing, I seek include all here now and/or the unknown number of people that will come to visit all here on this mountain, until the bread and beans are no more. Father, you know we never turn anyone away and we feed all who come to our home, matters not when our visitors come or how many come, day, or night, we feed them all.
Sacred Father, I ask this pot of beans feeds all, no matter how many times they ask for more, I ask of you we have enough to feed them more. Sacred Father, this pot of beans needs to feed mind, body, and spirit, while it helps to heal those who partake. This I ask in your name, the sacred love, and blessings of our Sacred Mother and the Holiest of Holy Son of Life and Light Eternal. Thank you for all your blessings Father.
My thoughts: A pot of beans, at the half-way level in the pot, and each time I put the ladle in the pot and took beans out below the half-way level, it refilled to the half-way level and did not allow its self to stay below the half way mark in the small one-gallon pot. Mind visualized countless people with bowls in hand, handing me their bowls to fill once, twice, three times and more, and more continue to arrive hungry and leave with a full bellies and spirits satisfied.
Through my minds eye: once I packaged the special prayer and thought-form vision inside a sacred prayer sphere, I released it to the travel to the Sacred Father in a beautiful sacred bright stream of light, filled with thousands of beautiful crystal rainbow chips. I stood in silence for a couple of minutes and went about preparing the pot of beans, for our dinner.
After dinner, there was still a half pot of beans and plenty of fry-bread dough left. Around 2300 hours we decided to go to bed and get some sleep. Around 0220 hours we here the wolves singing to let us know someone was coming and by their song we knew they are welcomed and honored guest. Chief Allrunner, with his family, and a couple more, (nine), followed by a second van of eight and two-cars loaded. We had twenty-four extra bellies, of twenty-men with big appetites, two-women, and two-children. The men each had two-large bowls of beans and two-pieces of good size fry-bread and two-men had three bowls. Plus we ate with them, too.
Forgetting about my prayer during the feed, until I was gathering all the plates and bowls up, when received a flash, which reminded recalled my prayer. I checked looked at the bowls and realized what they had left in their bowls, would have filled my small pot of beans. I looked in the pot and discovered a pot of beans still half-full.
"Everyone, do you remember reading or hearing about the Sermon on the Mountain, when one basket of fish and bread feed the masses, and when everyone ate their fill, what was gathered filled several baskets?" Everyone looked at me with a puzzle look, but each confirmed hearing about the sermon and feed, but not sure, what that has to do with anything this evening. I told them about cooking up one-pound bag of beans, and after dinner, we still had a half-full pot of beans. Before I continued, I asked them to tally up how many bowls of beans everyone consumed, they guessed-a-mated at least fifty bowls of beans and about as many pieces of fry-bread.
Then I asked the women to calculate how much of the beans were left and how much came out of the pot, they calculated a full pot of beans as leftovers in the bowls, and they could have eaten two or three small pots of beans. Then they asked of the fry-bread dough was the same bowl of dough they used at the gathering to feed hundreds of elders. Yes, the same bowl and I have not added any flour either. The men had a good two-hour conversation about feeding the masses.
O500 hours before everyone decided it was time to get some sleep with wall-to-wall bodies inside our cabin, two-tents outside, plus a several others sleeping in each of the two vans. Even with all the wolves singing their honoring songs in the morning, people slept until 1000 hours. In the morning, everyone pitched in food for breakfast.
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