Abadiania, Brazil – Many posts ago, I promised to describe the experience central to being a visitor at the Center of the Healing Circle, established by the unique Spiritual Healing Medium, Joao Teixeira de Faria, known all over the world as John of God. Having been here for two months and on the verge of leaving to continue my travels, I have finally written this report:
This quote from The Miracle Man, The Life Story of Joao de Deus by Robert Pellegrino-Estrich, says it very succinctly:
`Joao Teixeira de Faria is arguably the most powerful medium alive at this time and must surely rank among the greatest of the past 2000 years. A medium is defined by the Oxford Dictionary as a person who is a spiritual intermediary between the living and the dead. Joao not only communicates with spirit, he incorporates the Spirit Entity. He is literally taken over by the spirit and in so doing, looses consciousness, waking a few hours later without any knowledge of his actions during the incorporation. Whilst in entity his body is used as a means of conducting physical surgery and seemingly miraculous healing of the sick by spirit entities who work through him.`
For 54 years now, John of God has been operating in the same pattern with the routines still used at the Casa today. In Abadiania, Brazil. On Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, he receives long lines of white-clothed people in morning and afternoon sessions, punctuated by a meal of soup and bread served to hundreds of attendees in a picnic shelter beside the soup kitchen. Anyone who doesn´t speak Portuguese must find a translator to write their brief explanation of why they have come – perhaps healing for themselves or someone else, spiritual growth or thanks for progress made. Many carry photographs of loved ones and some will undergo operations on another´s behalf.
The Main Hall opens on these days at 7:30 a.m. and mediums planning to sit in current enter the two bench-filled rooms where they go into deep meditation to supply the spiritual energy allowing Beings from an Upper Plane to approach the denser earth realm. By 8:00 a.m., the program starts in the central gathering hall. All seats are filled and a line usually stretches far out the door along the covered walkway. People of all ages, with visible and invisible ailments, patiently wait for their line to be called. Primera Vez is the line for first-timers. Segundo Vez line is for everyone who has been seen at least once, in person or by photograph; Operations Line handles those who have been told they will be operated on and Revision Line is where you go eight days after your operation for stitches removal. Everyone holds free, color-coded tickets surrendered at the door, so the Casa can keep count on the various procedures. This is not a rapid process and lines are not always called in the same order, from day to day. Everything waits upon the incorporation of the Entity into the body of the medium and this is done out of sight.
Meanwhile, on stage, bilingual assistants give inspirational talks about the history of the Casa and the protocols which must be followed by everyone receiving treatment. At least half of the success of any cure depends upon the patient´s cooperation, frequently requiring the complete change of a detrimental lifestyle. Everyone needs to develop a spiritual approach and to strengthen their own belief in God. If you attend the Casa for long, you will know these admonitions well while you patiently wait for your particular line to be called and then, to get moving.
At last, you will filter, single-file through two marvelously-quiet meditation current rooms until, at last, you are face to face with the Medium-in-Entity, John of God, who may have one of thirty-three spirits who use his body. Quite often, that will be St. Francis of Assisi or Saint Ignatius of Loyola.
When I first arrived at that large chair at the end of the room, my first impression was `He is sick!`because he appeared too large for his body and his eyes were a pale, radiant blue. I handed him the paper with my appeal: `Strength and continued health for this new around-the-world journey.` He handed me a paper with some squiggley lines and said Òperation`. My translator said it was to be that afternoon. The encounter had taken less than ten seconds, which is typical.
The squiggley writing turned out to be a prescription, so I picked up my bottles of herbal tablets and stood in the long line for vegetable soup, dispensed daily to all who attend. That afternoon, I joined the Operations Line. Suffice it to say, that everyone has ample opportunity to develop the virtue of patience while we sit or stand or lineup as a member of a very large crowd. People come from all over the world and bus in from remote parts of Brazil on trips lasting 24 or 36 hours.
At last, my operation line flowed over the same territory covered in the morning and I wondered what conditions might have been spotted in my auric field but not yet felt in my material body. I was happy to get this solved before symptoms appeared. We wound up in a room filled with church-pew benches. Eyes closed, feet on the floor (no crossing of arms or legs as this interrupts the current), I listened to the spiritual music playing softly in the room. Perhaps I felt light movement about my torso but it´s hard to say. Certainly nothing painful or resembling an operation in this world. After about forty minutes, I heard a man´s voice say something in Portuguese. Later, I learned that this was the Medium-In-Entity announcing to us: `You are all operated!`
We filed outside and waited in areas according to our language where a staff member filled us in about what we should do next: Taxi back to our dwelling and go directly to bed for 24 hours. Arrange for someone to bring us soup from the Casa or any food the next day during this important recuperation. We must eat no chilies, pepper, or hot food; no pork products and no alcohol. No sex, exercise, or lifting heavy objects for forty days. Indeed, I did feel tired and welcomed the uninterrupted bed rest.
My only clue as to the nature of my invisible operation was a distinct tenderness in my lower abdomen which completely cleared by the next day. I´ll never know what was done and why and I don´t particularly feel better now than before. But that´s because I always feel good. Later, I asked for an invisible operation on my eyes, which have needed corrective lenses for years. I still need my glasses now however, but have figured my problems were only due to mere aging and not disease. The Casa does not claim to be a fountain of youth.
Concerning what might have been done within my tummy, the translator could only speculate that it was a future ailment which will now never manifest. At least, it appears that my original request for a healthy, travel-filled life was perhaps adequately looked after.
Concerning my first impression that John of God must be sick, I later saw him outside of the Casa looking normal. When he passed close to me an electrical signal crackled between our two shoulders but that was the only clue that he was different from others. What I saw in line was the way he looks when the Entity is working in his stead.
I´m still in Abadiania, Brazil, the small town where John of God´s Healing Casa is located. It feels like off- season in this holiday period, but I´m now installed in a very lovely solo house, taking care of Gracie, the dog, while her owner is in the States. I´ve wondered how to word the story I´m about to report because I still feel a responsiblity not to use my own unhappy experience to characterize a town known throughout the world for the good that it does. Here´s my diary entry on the subject:
December 21, 2011 – I must compose a blog today to take care of this less-than-happy history of my experience in Brazil during my second around-the-world trip. Some of the petty feelings have evaporated and it will be good to get this behind me. But, my deal with you is that I will tell it like it is, out here on the world trail for a solo woman traveler, age 74. It´s very easy to write about positive stuff but the negative reports are a challenge….until you can see the humor in them. I actually tried to pull off this task by putting the story into verse to the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas, but gave it up as a frustrating time-waster. So, here´s the story in shorthand:
- Ten days after I arrived in Abadiania, I moved into Pousada Martin (November 4) and turned over a stack of 750 Brazilian Reals (pronounced hey-eyes), about $500, for a thirty day stay. My room was in the garden annex and not the main place a block away. I thought nothing of forking over cash and never noticed the lack of a receipt in return. Now, I realize that I´ve grown way too casual about that when I´m out on the world trail. They do clutter a backpack so.
- Just before I extended my stay for the month of December, I was given the chance to rent a lovely house and dogsit for a woman I´d met here; so I paid her the new stack of cash that I had all set to pay the pousada and I moved into a much better, private spot with kitchen and bathroom for the same price. I was given a receipt for this transaction.
- Almost two weeks into December, the pousada owners tracked me down and publically screamed accusations that I had never paid for my November stay. Stunned, I denied this, hired a lawyer and stood my ground. Things then became very tense with friends still living within the pousada, as my name was apparently slandered at every opportunity once the story hit their fan. It was not a fun week, as the owners had threatened to call the Federales. I kept telling them to check their pockets for my forgotten wad of cash but language barriers, caused by hysterics, snapped into place.
- By now, eight days have passed and they have not contacted my lawyer as I had advised them to do, so he thinks that the situation will not escalate. Dr. Paulo Baes (Joan Baez´s cousin) and I have become good friends in the process and I´m keeping him informed of my plans to leave town after the holidays.
Abadiania, Brazil – I´m sure that anyone following this blog regularly must think that I have either fallen off the face of the Earth, or gone blind as a result of my eye surgery, here at the John of God Healing Casa in Abadiania, Brazil. Nope! Nothing like that! I am fine, well, and happy….just incredibly busy loving life….and writing many posts for my other blogsite In Secret Diffusion. The spiritual atmosphere here is so rich that many new subjects occur to me. Plus, I invite questions for The Holy Spirit from friends and that has kept me very busy answering them by taking dictation.
Two days ago, I moved into a beautiful `Casita`(little house) in the lovely back garden of my new dear friend, Z`Eva Singer, to dogsit for a month while she is in the United States. It is pure Paradise and Gracie, the psychic brown hound, is such a delight. We dance together and talk with eloquent eyes, as well as explore the town and surrounds on long morning and afternoon walks. Like I said, when I first arrived….I´m in Heaven! And it keeps getting better all the time.
My pousada San Martin was a lovely place too and I made so many friends, whom I still see if they are still in town. There´s always a turnover. But, now with a little house and a yard and a dog, I feel as if I am really at home.
Now, what about that title? I am making every effort to `Quack Like A Local`by taking Portuguese classes for two hours, three times per week, but I´m not producing a great many results yet, aside from having a laughing good time as our talented teacher, Edeilson Albuqueque Wanderly, leads the six of us in the lovely sounds of this lilting language. Knowing Spanish (not much) doesn´t help at all, because all of us try to throw those words in the mix and nobody here understands them. A few, but Portuguese really is a different language. Mostly, it´s giving me a better comprehension of things going on around me…and a chance to laugh with the locals, who appreciate the effort.
I´m rushing this blog writing now because I am sensitive to the needs of my Gracie child, waiting at home for her afternoon walk.
More soon! Quack, quack!