I´m running behind in posting my blogs as this town has very few internet computers and I´ve had many other things needing my time. I wrote this future blog post ten days ago, on November 1st.
The easy part of explaining my past week at John of God´s Healing Casa, here in Abadiania, Brazil, is to suggest that you go to YouTube and read about it yourself. There, that´s done. Now you know!
But it´s hard to explain, or even understand, what´s going on with me. Have you ever heard the term, `Drunk with love for God?` Well, that´s me, and getting drunker all along. This place is the Real McCoy. Spirit here is so ever-present that no ceremonies, chants, or any other pose or rituals are needed to drum it up. Spiritual feelings are all around you, bringing to fullness that special resevoir behind the eyes where spirit dwells. It´s in the air we breathe and there´s soft lovelight and kindled eyes in everyone we meet.
I have come home! The spiritual spot on this planet where my little inner gyroscope no longer spins, begging me to move on again, perchance to find where I belong. I´ve only felt this once before … on a midnight train in Romania, of all places!
I´m still prodding this feeling, expecting to wake up and find it gone. But while I have it right here now, available, I want to get acquainted with its edges, perchance I´ll see some more of this elsewhere, or can drag a little with me when I finally tear myself away. For the present though, I´m not going anywhere, having up to five months to indulge myself in this spiritual paradise. However, I do need to cover more of South America and especially travel down the rest of the Andean Mountain Chain in Chile, so I may not be able to sacrifice doing that.
Last night, I quantified this. Did the bus from Brasilia, where I landed, have an accident and I not notice? This is as I imagine Death to be! Far, far, far away, on a slab of memory as two-dimensional as any book page, is the land I left behind just fourteen days ago. It appears to me white and misty. Far, far ahead are the lands I go to next and then a path and plans and plane tickets bought, to take me away around the world. That´s misty white, as well.
Nothing else exists but this small, twelve-square blocks or so of rural Brazilian village…sophisticated enough today to have brightly-painted, enormous tour buses, bringing guests from everywhere in the country for the national holiday, Day of the Dead. Well, Americans call it Halloween.
It´s as if a giant cookie-cutter has wedged down from the sky and cut a round shaped little town out and lifted it some many yards above the normal map-faced, rolled out dough. There´s a Hush up here and I am drawn to spend my free time in quiet, inner contemplation; alone in my little monk-cell-like pousada room. I´m just beginning to comprehend why monks and nuns love the life they lead. Trance comes easily, especially with the ultra-special music here, which I now hope to load into my empty little MP-3.
Friends come easily too, and I have many, many, many now. I make a hobby of admiring love-lit faces, even in the children, for goodness sakes! Nobody tries to make this happen. It just does, all by itself. We walk in dreamtime. John of God, the full-trance medium healer and founder of this place, somehow whenever I slide my thoughts to him, strikes me in memory as `not there,`so self-effaced is he. I see, instead, a great hole in dark blue sky, surrounded by a corona of silvery efforvescence. I realize that this is how a portal looks; a Stargate, through which Beings From Above pour in to heal the humans.
Joao de Deus (as they say in Brazil) is a full-trance medium through which thirty-three different entities might appear, one by one, manifesting in his real body while he `disappears`for the duration. These incorporating entities include St. Francis of Assisi, Saint Ignatius of Loyola, King Solomon, and many others. When the entity is in residence in John of God´s body, he looks different, as do his eyes. People line up and pass before him, spending only a few seconds before being told to do one of several things for their treatment. Hundreds come twice a day.
There are the facts and then, there are the feelings. I had stomach surgery the first day…invisible and painless, while sitting with the others who were getting oerations. I didn´t even know it was happening but in the subsequent 24-hours, I had to stay in bed, as everyone does, post surgery. I found that my whole lower abdomen was tender. My stitches will be removed tonight and something else will be done tomorrow in a session called Revision. All remote and painless. Apparently, hundreds, or even thousands (?) of spirit entities are present, helping all of us.
I´m so healthy, I never expected that operation, especially on my first day, but a staff member said I´d never really know what it accomplished….perhaps it was a future malady; now averted? I feel just great and have no residuals. I loved my 24-hour bedrest since I´m a lazy bum and liked that excuse. I take a prescription made of pasa flores (passion flowre) and drink blessed water; stay out of direct sunlight; drink no wine or alcohol, eat no chile peppers and no pork products for forty days. Piece of cake!