The Power of Prayer

It starts with a pure heart

I am a believer in the power of prayer. I wasn’t always this way. I grew up in a household that had no faith and no belief in a higher power. My mom was and is an athiest. My father used to believe in something. He just wasn’t sure what.

I learned about the power of prayer through a shock and awe campaign. I watched my wife perform a miracle. What I saw was impossible and absolutely destroyed my understanding of reality. All of a sudden, everything I thought I knew about life was proven false.

At age 25 I watched my wife bring my dead puppy back to life. I look to this event as the peak transitional moment of my life. It’s when everything changed for me.

At age 30, my wife healed my thyroid disease. She did it with a prayer. 10 years of incurable thyroid disease and struggle was gone in an instant. A few words spoken in her native tongue. A gentle touch. A few tears shed. A miracle in the grocery store parking lot while sitting in our green pickup truck. I felt my neck relieved of all discomfort and pain. I was healed. I asked what she had said. She couldn’t remember. She just said that the power of love worked. Later she said that the nerves had some dust on them and she just cleaned them off.

At age 35, my wife brought my daughter back from deaths grip. She did it with a prayer. Our daughter had gone into shock from a high fever in the middle of the night. She was barely there. Eyes rolled up. Not breathing. Unresponsive. I ran to turn on the lights and we rushed her to the shower. My wife held her limp body in the shower and prayed and prayed, calling her back. I prayed too. I begged. We both cried. She started breathing again lightly. After a few minutes her eyes rolled back down. After 20 minutes she was responsive. After about 45 minutes she could talk again. She spent the next two weeks with scarlet fever.

By now, I am a firm believer in the power of prayer. I have learned to use it. In fact, I use it every day. There are more stories than the previous 3 accounts. Many more. When you marry a magic person, life changes and you change and the whole world changes too.

When I first met my wife, she seemed to be glowing. It was as if a spotlight was on her. When I went back home all I could think was that I must go and ask her out the very next day. There was only one problem. I was painfully shy and had never asked a girl out like this. All of my previous girlfriends had made the first move. I did go back the very next morning and asked her for her number. We went out and within 2 weeks she asked me to marry her. I said no. I said let’s wait and see how it goes. Well, we eventually did marry.

I taught my wife English. She barely spoke any when we met. She learned to talk with a dictionary. So after some time, we could finally share stories and she would tell me stories about her father. I didn’t believe the stories. They were impossible. I thought that she must be mistaken or perhaps her words were miscalculated due to her being so new to the English language. I thought of her as superstitious.

After I saw her bring my dead puppy back to life, I asked her to tell me all those stories again and this time I listened and asked a lot of questions. I had discovered the world of magic and I was hooked. It became my new fascination. The regular world and my job and the day to day seemed so gray and boring compared to this new world I had discovered.

You see, my wife had grown up the daughter of a very powerful shaman in northern Thailand. He was a renowned healer. He was a miracle worker. Everyone knew him. His name was Moon. He was like a local celebrity in his area of rural Thailand. People loved him and many feared him. He was a force of Nature. The stories were and are fantastic. So you can see how I would have trouble believing the things she told me. I had to see it to believe it. Seeing it was undeniable.

We had a sweet little puppy named Lola. We had gotten her at just 6 weeks old. When Lola was just 9 weeks old, there was an accident. I was blowing the sawdust off of her with compressed air and she tried to bite the air nozzle. A stream of air went into the corner of her eye and a big bubble grew in her head. She yelped and ran a few yards and collapsed on the ground. I ran over to her and she was not breathing. She was unconsciousness. Her tongue was out. She was lifeless. Her tongue was blue.

In shock and not knowing what to do, I ran inside to my wife. She was cooking in the kitchen. I frantically told her what happened. She was very angry. She had told me not to use that air nozzle to blow sawdust off of myself or the dog. She had warned me that it was dangerous. I had not heeded her warnings because I had grown up with my dad using the air compressor to do the same. He would use it to blow off the sawdust, and sometimes he would play around and blow air in his mouth, puffing up his cheeks. So I thought, it was harmless and did the same.

She yelled at me and then we both ran out the back door to our lifeless puppy on the grass. She picked up Lola and started saying something. By this time, Lola had been dead for a few minutes. My wife closed her eyes and said her own special words. She blew onto Lola and the puppy sprung back to life. She started yelping and took off running and I looked at my wife in total shock. She said- go get her! I ran and scooped up our puppy in my arms. She had a huge bubble in her head and her right eye was swollen closed. I couldn’t believe she was alive. The only thing I could think was that she would have one eye and a big bubble in her head for life and it was all my fault because I didn’t listen to my wife’s warnings. I felt awful and sad and confused and I couldn’t understand what I had just seen.

I had just watched my wife pick up a dead dog and say something and blow into the dog and bring it back to life after being dead for a solid 3-4 minutes. I had held my dead dog in my hands before I even ran inside. How? How could this be?

I had questions. As we cared for our puppy, I asked my wife what she had done. What had she said? How did she do that? I was so confused. My wife had used a prayer that her dad had given her. Words of power. She was as surprised as me that it had worked. She had only done it once or twice before on chickens as a little girl.

She had seen her father do this before. Most notably on a baby. The baby was dying. There was nothing the doctors could do. The family was sent home. In a desperate attempt, a last ditch effort, the family came to my wife’s father. He made his preparations. The people gathered round. He lightened the mood and told them everything would be okay. The baby looked almost dead. It was completely purple and barely breathing. Completely unresponsive. Death was so close.

Moon picked up the child and whispered his special words into the baby. He guarded these words. Nobody was allowed to hear them. He said these words and he blew into the baby. When he blew, the baby sprang to life and black goo shot out of the babies rear. It began to cry and breathe and the baby was alive. This moment left an impression on my wife. She and others who still live in the village recall it vividly. The baby grew up and that man still lives in the village. There are many stories that the villagers still tell about Moon. Uncle Moon as he was called. Father Moon. He was kind and warm and funny and full of magic. Moon is with God now and he is with us too. I feel him with me every single day. I feel his heart.

The power of prayer can be unlocked by anyone who wants to do the work. I admit that I have been a slow learner. It took many years and seeing many things happen before I began to actively practice prayer. It just seemed to foreign to me. It seemed like something that I just couldn’t do. My path was a long circular and roundabout path to the use and practice of prayer.

More recently, I have been taught by two other people about the power of prayer. These Men are Christians. They are part of the online community of anons and I came upon their presence through my research. Praying Medic and Pepe Lives Matter. Maybe you know of them.

I studied Praying Medics teachings and found that his style and grace was solid and unique. I understood each word he spoke and was able to digest his lessons very easily. I credit him and his teachings for giving me an ability to pray. It all just clicked. I was able to get the right words finally. Words of power. So this was a big turning point for me and this is when I began to actively pray and practice each day. Small miracles. Nothing big. Not yet. But, its only been a few months and I will keep practicing.

Pepe Lives Matter used to repost peoples prayer requests. He has a very large following of believers and those believers would pray for the person in need. I’m not sure why, but I haven’t seen him reposting those prayer requests lately. Perhaps he is called to other things which I totally understand given the changing times and growth that we are all called on to take part in. But, PLM as I call him, did repost a prayer request for me several months ago. What happened was unbelievable and beautiful and completely life changing for me and my family. The power of all those prayers from all of those thousands of beautiful souls lifted up my family in the most magical healing way. Reading the blessings and prayers in the comments had me crying and crying. I have told him that I am forever grateful and indebted to his service. I feel the same way towards Praying Medic. I look at them like brothers now and nothing will ever change that.

My father fell ill after talking the covid shots. Although I had begged him and my mother not to take them, they insisted and within a few weeks my fathers decline began. He had turned very mean and cold. He was angry. We went to visit him and my mom and I was so upset by how he was acting. We fought and he yelled and stomped around. After driving 22 hours to visit them he was screaming at me to get out of his house. It was a tough visit and I could see his decline. He just wasn’t there anymore. Well, our visit eventually ended and we drove back home. It wasn’t long before I got the call. My mom told me that he was in the ICU. Docs were baffled. He was dizzy. Confused. Acting out. Very sick. Rapid onset dementia. Brain lesions. She thought that he was close to dying. The outlook was grim.

On a whim, I tagged PLM with a prayer request. I didn’t think he would see it, but I felt better writing it. Well, he did see it and he reposted it. Thousands of prayers began rolling in. To make a long story short, my father got an IV infusion of antibodies and was discharged from the hospital. He was to live, but for a short time. We went to see them and he was kind. He was softened and gentle. He had light in his eyes for the first time in years. My father reminded me of a child with innocence and a smile. He really talked to me for the first time in my life. He really listened. He looked into my eyes and had a sincerity that I had never seen before. He was patient and sweet with my children. It was as though, he was renewed and reborn completely. This lasted the whole visit. We took my parents to the beach and spent a lot of time together. He was still sick and was weak. He would get dizzy and need to sit down. But there was no anger anymore. There was only kindness and peace in him.

There were so many profound changes that I cannot tell you all of them. I can tell you this one. My dad was attacked by dogs as a boy. His legs were scared up still, but his heart bore the real scars. He hated dogs. All dogs. He hated my dogs too. Well, after the rebirth through thousands of prayers, he loved dogs. All dogs. He asked me to see pictures of my late Lola. I dug up some photos on my phone and he gazed at her with a smile. He said how beautiful she was and how much he missed her. I was stunned, but I understood.

My father had been reborn in the power and glory of Jesus Christ though the miracle of prayer. He lived his last months and passed away soon after. My wife had a dream that he was with Lola shortly before he passed. She dreamed that Lola had come to get him and help him to cross over. She told me this dream in tears about a week before he passed.

Our time here in this life is very fleeting. We struggle to hold on to what is dear. Remember to pray. Learn how to pray. We could all use some prayers every now and then. It is better to give than to receive.

I pray that you find peace. I pray that love holds you close. I pray that God’s people, the gentle people of this earth can heal and grow and find their true connection to source. May God bless you. Whatever your faith or religious affiliation, I am rooting for you. You have me in your corner. Believe that because it’s true. If you ever need a friend, just reach out. I won’t reject you. I won’t say no. I love you.

Your friend,

-MK