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 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!