Reclamation
By Vicki Goldston
They called me, "Minister;" the interpreters from the Casa de Dom Inacio in Abadiania, Brazil. This was the culmination of my first journey to visit the healer, João Teixeira de Faria, better known as John of God, in 2004. The journey began on a whim. Diane and Denise, invited me to travel with them to see this renowned medium, and my decision was based upon another invitation resulting from prayer.
I was taking a course on the history of New Thought. Upon asking in prayer whether or not to travel to Brazil, I was sent to my studies. I was invited to reclaim my mystical self. I could not think of a better way to take on this self-renewal than to visit Brazil -- Brazil, the South American hotbed of culture infused with influences from African spiritual practices, as well as the mystical Catholicism that I grew up with in Chicago. I currently live in Florence, Alabama, but my spiritual awareness was christened by the four years that I spent on the Caribbean island of St. Maarten.
Planning the trip to Brazil beckoned to my senses of St. Maarten. I was ready to feel the familiar essence of people taking the time to feel heaven on earth; to see the array of colors signified by people, local and visiting. I wanted to hear the sound of sporadic showers blessing the animals and pedestrians who share the streets and smile at the rainbows and to smell the cushion of local cuisine, which usually emanates from every street corner. I was to be introduced to the local practices of cultural and spiritual rituals. My yearning brushed with apprehension, and both told me that I would be embarking upon a spiritual awakening in Brazil like none I had ever known - one, which would change my life. Little did I know I would make a second journey to Brazil, which would take me to my current daily reflection of the magnitude of energy taking place not only there in Brazil, but within me.
My intention is to share my personal experience, embraced by this spiritual journey made in two parts. I hope to illuminate what I believe about Spirit – there is no limitation in the eyes of love and how Spirit works. I do not claim to be a scholar on John of God and his ministry or any other spiritual practice or religion. I am a practitioner of Christ consciousness, and I have been humbled and empowered by the frequency of love I encountered in Abadiania, Brazil.
John of God
Abadiania is home to John of God, who is said to be one of the foremost mediums in the world. As Marge Cuddeback ascertains:
João De Deus, who is commonly referred to as "John of God," is the most powerful healer alive today! People come to his healing center in Abadiania in central Brazil (about an hour and a half drive from Brasilia, the capital of Brazil) from around the world to experience the miracle healings that happen there. Abadiania is built on a crystal bed, which amplifies the healing energy. João provides free treatment in his center, known as Casa de Dom Inacio. The Casa is open three days each week: Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
The medium, João, allows designated spirit entities to work through him ( St. Ignatius Loyola being one of the main ones) to do visible and invisible operations, cures and treatments of the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies. Many who flock to João have run out of medical options. At the Casa, there is a whole room full of discarded wheel chairs, walkers and canes.
Most will feel profoundly changed by this experience. All "cures" are not instantaneous. The majority takes time to affect a cure. As with orthodox medicine, there can be no guarantee. But the majority of people, depending on the gravity of their illness, respond favorably with time.
Google the name, John of God; check the chronicles of The Discovery Channel and Primetime Live, and you will come to know his constant mantra, which constitutes I am only a man. God does the work. This work is common practice in Brazil, and there are a number of houses for healing called casas. As a medium, João de Deus, or John of God, incorporates over 33 entities, which are spirits that perform works of healing, including spiritual and physical surgeries. Amazingly, João, the man, has been a vessel for healing others over 40 years. He finds his way to the world renowned Casa he built, (Casa de Dom Inacio,) three days a week. There, he engages in two healing sessions a day, which last up to three hours. After the last session on my most recent visit, he was scurrying to catch a flight to another part of Brazil, where people needed him. He charges nothing, and every work, including the service of many volunteers, is compensated by love. The Casa is sustained through donations, the bookstore, the pharmacy, and João himself. (They say, the entities told him to build his house on a bed of emeralds.) All who enter this profound world of healing sustain the frequency of love.
The Journey Begins
My first encounter with this frequency was upon entering our pousada (inn) Luz Divina, which is on a side street about three blocks from the Casa. Nestled within a gate and stucco wall, this sanctuary included modest accommodations; small but beautiful grounds; a meditation room; a labyrinth, and a courtyard, which served as our dining and meeting place. As the gate opened, I felt the welcoming warmth I remembered from St. Maarten, but my new sense of Spirit started with the aura and glow of the loving staff of Luz Divina, who enhanced my experience daily as they met the needs of the 16 people within our group.
There were only four of us from Alabama. The rest were from all over, and there were many healers among the group. (It is important to note that while I have been a seeker of Truth for many years, I had abandoned my mystical past of Catholicism, along with the religious practices of fundamental worship. I subscribed to New Thought and the recognition of conscious living, but no "airy- fairy" stuff. Therefore, I welcomed my friends to relish the New Age/energy type endeavors, but considered myself to be more practical in my beliefs).
Our guide, Marge Cuddeback, who was ultimately accommodating, met with a flight delay, which put us on our own for half of our first day in Abadiania. We barely settled our bags before we donned our white clothing to make our way to the Casa for the afternoon session with John of God. (Since white is high in frequency, all seekers and workers wear white to the Casa on the days of sessions to better transmit the healing energy). As God would have it, we had a seasoned veteran at the pousada who guided us to the Casa and started us on our first encounter with John of God.
The initial walk to the Casa is breathtaking. The roads are dusty and unpaved, and the tiny shops and restaurants, while closed this early, meet the expectation for local color. But the color of white walking, wheeling, limping, biking – a sea of hope and faith -- is precious to my sight.
The Casa was a meticulously kept compound in blue and white, with various stations, rooms, and corridors, and before I could get a good observation, our friend urged us to fall in line to see the interpreters. What we learned was the interpreters translated, from English and other languages to Portuguese, the questions and concerns you wished to convey to John of God. It was best to write down what you wanted the interpreter to translate, before going to the Casa.
While standing in line, a beautiful woman with white hair walks right up to me and says "You look like someone I can give a hug to." (Do you think she might feel my apprehension)? I receive the hug, with gratitude, and make my way to the interpreter, where I write down the various ailments I want healed – knees, asthma, blood pressure – of course nothing about self-renewal, my real purpose for coming.
After the interpreter station, we were introduced to the sanctuary, where all assembled before going to see João. Maybe one to two hundred people gathered there from every country, every race, and every spiritual family, from Hindu nuns to Baptist ministers – all to heal and/or to support healing. Here, on a wall to the side, the surgery video ran, which featured work done by the entities. (To date, these surgeries do not require anesthesia and there is little bleeding. There have been no reported infections). Artwork was hung on every wall in tribute to the many entities, such as Dom Inacio, Dr. Augustus, St. Ignatius Loyola, and King Solomon. Art depicting Jesus, Mary and other religious figures also donned the walls, as well as letters of praise and thanks from spiritual leaders, such as the Dalai Lama.
While sitting in the sanctuary waiting, I see people from every culture, and the energy is so dense, the love can be seen and felt in every crevice of the compound. Then, a small, local woman holds a small leaflet in her hand; and she begins to walk from left to right to determine whom she should give it to. She looks straight at me, and she gives it to me. It is only a leaflet received by all upon leaving the sessions, but again, why single me out? I must wear my fear like a wrinkle on my white shirt.
The session began with a welcome and The Lord's Prayer followed by The Hail Mary, which all said in their spoken languages. However, before the session, those who were chosen or who chose to consciously hold and receive the healing energy/current had already made their way to the Mediums Current Room, the Entities Room, and the Operations Current Room. There, these light workers meditated and prayed for 2-3 hours to support John, the entities, and all who came in to heal, including themselves. Then, all those who were to have surgeries were called; the second time visitors were called, and finally the first timers—us.
Walking past the 60 or more people in the first Current Room, I see people engaged in meditation and hear a woman's mellifluous Portuguese to English voice, as she soothes the workers and guides them in their purpose of holding the light of healing energy. Next, comes the room where João sits, and there are about 60 workers in chairs more comfortably spaced. I hear something that sounds like a snake and see a woman jutting her hand out and gliding it in snake-like fashion. (Later, I learned people have their own ways of channeling energy.)
Following within the first-time line, I see John of God sitting in his chair. His face is peaceful as I approach him, and the interpreter takes my note of questions and concerns. Before I can digest the enormity of what is going on, the interpreter reads my concerns to the incorporated João/the entit(ies), and the entity looks at me and says in Portuguese, "Surgery!" I am also given a prescription, written in a language of spirit and am sent to the recovery/surgery room for a blessing. After this, I am dismissed, and I file out to meet another interpreter, who tells me I have surgery the next day at 8:00 AM and to go to the pharmacy to get my herbs. Needless to say, I am outdone and the brunt of laughter for all my Alabama travel mates, who know me as the practical one among us. Surgery! Me?!
After the session, we walked back to the pousada to properly unpack and meet our surroundings. By dinnertime, Marge arrived and immediately began preparing us for our experience in its entirety. Those of us who were given surgery, she cautioned to be quiet, reflective, and to practice forgiveness. She also told us to know we are worthy of healing. Following our nightly dinner session, we went to our rooms and reflected upon what we saw and what we expected. I don't believe I had one full night of sleep, as I remembered it. I always started in a twilight sleep. We were told to turn off lights and to keep our arms and legs uncrossed so the entities could work on us. My first night was revealing.
I see, in this sleep state, a mandala of sorts in vibrant colors with a flowering green in the middle. This symbol visits me every night. I am on my back, and begin to feel my head turn to the right. I do not feel a nudge of any kind. Yet, I cannot stop it from turning. I also feel my chest begin to heave, as though someone is under me gently pushing me up. Amazingly, I am aware of what is happening, but I cannot and do not choose to stop it. I am sure the entities are doing their work. This experience is exciting, but I am allowed to sleep pleasantly until morning.
Surgery
The next morning, those of us who have surgery arise early for breakfast and make our way to the Casa, along with Marge, who guides our every step. It is now when Marge's precautionary know you are worthy of healing takes on its true color -- the color of children who cannot walk or talk; seekers who are afflicted with blindness, or in wheelchairs – we had to know we were all worthy of healing. We sat silently knowing and praying, when the session started and with the Current Rooms in order, we were called.
"I forgive. I am forgiven, and I am worthy," is my affirmation, as I approach the first Current Room. My friends are assigned to sit Current, and I pass one who breaks the "eyes closed" dictate, and I wink at her to signal I am not afraid. I am – not afraid, but apprehensive. We reach the Surgery Room, and we are asked to sit down, close our eyes and keep our arms and legs uncrossed. John of God enters the room, leaves, and we are asked if there is anyone over 21 and under 51 who would like physical surgery. Thank God, I'm over 51! Then, we are told the entities are with us. We are asked to put our right hand on the area where we need the surgery. If there is more than one area, place the right hand over our heart, which I did. I sit here, waiting and feeling nothing. Then, after about 15 minutes, we are told we can leave. When I get up, I feel really drained.
Marge takes us to the lookout spot at the Casa, and I feel as though I have been zapped of all my energy – as though I have had a surgical procedure. We are given the blessed soup, and Marge puts us in taxis for the 3 blocks back to Luz Divina. Once there, I put on white pajamas as instructed, and go to bed. I sleep, until awakened by Marge to ask if I want some dinner, which I decline. In the late evening my roommate asks if I am OK. I respond, "Yes," and I am out again.
I had surgery. I was not as specific as others in determining what part of my body received this attention, but I knew I had surgery. I felt worked over! One woman from our group received physical surgery when she was pulled from the line and had forceps inserted up her nostrils to remove tissue. She was a cancer patient with thrombosis, and the thrombosis had diminished. She was ecstatic. (She also quit smoking, while there.). The rest of the patients had spiritual surgery, and we were all in recovery the next day, with little or no energy to do anything but what we were advised to do – rest.
That evening, after dinner and our session with Marge, we gathered to talk, and we learned several of our group had experienced seeing a woman who was possessed and screaming, as she made her way to João. She came within eight feet of João before she crumbled to the floor to be carried out. This, along with all the other talk about crystals, other life forms, and energy healing sent me to bed with a full plate of my mystical experience…so I thought.
I am in my twilight sleep with my mandala dancing for my third eye, when I feel my head turn again. This time, my body begins to turn also. Now, this movement is recognizable, and I know it is the entities doing their work. I feel myself falling asleep. Suddenly, I am awakened to my twilight zone, and I look at the ceiling fan and see bolts of lightning. I see my roommate sitting on the edge of her bed, and she nurtures me, telling me all is OK. I can't wait for this happening to evaporate so I can ask my roommate what is going on. The lightning goes away, I snap to full consciousness, and my roommate is snoring. I just toss this experience up to a dream… until another person from our group gives an account about lightning bolts.
On Casa-free days, we took trips to the Sacred Waterfall, which was regenerating and currently serves as a spiritual vision of cleansing for me. Weekend activities took us shopping on the half-mile road down the main street of the Casa. Aside from local jewelry and clothing, we encountered a wonderful shop owned by the Filinio Indians, who are indigenous to the region and who are healers in their own right. A couple of the girls also visited the local massage therapist who became a part of their healing experience.
I could hardly wait for the Casa visits to resume, and when they did, surgery was mandated for almost everyone within our pousada. I had no fear during my second surgery. I was experienced, and helped others prepare, and I felt this time, I would be able to discern what had happened to me. We entered the surgery room and prepared to receive the work. I was ready.
I am in gratitude, affirming my healing, and in the middle of the surgical session, when I feel my head begin to go back and lift my chin up. I am aware of what is happening, but cannot control it, and I remember Sarah telling me she experienced this movement of the head. I am telling myself, Ohhh, this is what Sarah was telling us. My head can go back no further, I am locked into this position, and then my head returns to an upright position. I feel my chair begin to shake, or is it me? I am mildly shaking and wondering why Diane is kicking my chair from behind. (She knows I won't open my eyes). I realize it is not the chair, or Diane, but me in the chair shaking, and now so violently I can't believe it. (The only thing I can think of to describe this movement is the dance, the Hully Gully.) Suddenly, I stop. How can this be? How can this be?
From my standpoint, frequency is the key. This frequency, created by nothing but love from all who were in Abadiania, from the seekers to the shopkeepers, was what commanded Spirit to shape itself as entities, energy, all the work available to those who sought it. We were there connecting to God; to each other; and to this special place, built upon crystals and magnified in healing power.
On my revision session with João, I ask if I am done, and what I need to do about my spiritual calling. The entities tell me I have great faith and when I question what is told to me; the interpreter calls me "Minister."
Mission Accomplished and Renewed
What happened on my first visit? I reclaimed my mystical self. I opened up to a different healing culture and yielded to God working in a miracle mold, which includes mind, body, spirit, and energy. This journey resulted in spiritual awakening and a physical healing, which left me inhaler free and dancing in an African dance troupe in spite of having no cartilage in my knees. My travel group found stitches and removal of stitches, and physical and emotional healing. With the exception of a few, we achieved what we came to do, and we knew the healing would take time to manifest to its fullest. I continued to feel the entities working throughout the year, and I knew I would meet them again.
Another group from Alabama went to Abadiania the next year, but I waited to see João on his first trip to the States in Atlanta, in April, 2006. My husband, Bob, went with this group, and we were both told we were needed in Brazil. By this time, I had assumed the role assigned to me by the Casa as the minister of the church envisioned and created by Bob. With a new church home underway and our personal kitchen renovation started, we did not travel to Brazil that fall, and Bob decided we would wait until the spring of 2007.
In exactly one year after the Atlanta visit, in March, 2007, Bob was diagnosed with stage four, small cell carcinoma of the lungs, which metastasized to the brain. Upon diagnosis and prognosis, I took Bob to Brazil.
I have no feelings of excited anticipation, this trip. I carry only the hope I can get us there safely through the arduous travel. Bob now walks holding my shoulders for balance. The thought of getting him through the airport is frightening. My husband has cancer. My husband has cancer, and I am scared, upset, tired, and faithful. I have heeded the call to start Bob's healing process in this way, and if only I can make it to Miami, Marge and the rest of the group will be there to help me through. They are here and willing, and we go to Abadiania; this time with half the suitcases and only enough white clothing to be washed twice. Upon arrival in Sao Paulo, we board our taxi to Abadiania, which is a 45 minute ride. When we see the dirt roads and colorful shops that define Abadiania, I know we are “home.”
Luz Divina greets me warmly, and Marge advises me to employ a Heavenly Helper, which I do. My angel, Joe, is my Gabriel during Bob's waking showers until late afternoons. As God would have it, we are one of three couples processing cancer in our group – all in varying stages and types—all willing to share their trials and tributes. (Judy, who is processing this dis-ease, is my role model for spiritual strength and Bob's advocate, when he can no longer speak.) Bob's illness has allowed me to be placed at the helm of our finances, which is a tremendous process. As it turns out, there are at least three women who are financial whizzes, who hold my hand and teach me. One of who is Marge's daughter, Lois, who even offers to assist me when I return to Alabama. Between Bob's illness and our financial picture, indeed we both need to be in Brazil.
Our days begin with an early morning shower for Bob, with Joe's help. After dressing us both, I take Bob to have a breakfast of indigenous fruit, yogurt, eggs and bread. (All the food at the pousadas is organic, with no pepper. Pepper, sex alcohol, and pork are prohibited for 40 days, while taking healing herbs). We then head out to the Casa for the session.
Now I am the seasoned veteran. I see and feel what I felt for others who were afflicted with some physical impairment. It is I who intercede for this 6'7" man who needs a wheelchair and who seldom opens his eyes – my man. I make my way to the interpreter; through each station of the session, and finally, with Joe, Marge, and Bob in a wheelchair, to João, who immediately tells us both we need surgery. This time, I know. So, I tell others and my loving Bob what to expect - Surgery.
Bob has his head down and is not asleep, but seems unaware of what is taking place. During the procedure, I feel my head begin to go back, and it continues until the movement stops and my head position is quite uncomfortable. Then, as my head slowly repositions itself, I feel as though I am receiving an adjustment, an alignment. We leave and have the blessed soup, which Bob enjoys. Upon returning to the pousada, Bob is out like a light. I feel nothing like my first visit, after surgery. I cannot sleep. In fact, I feel energized. For the first time, since Bob's diagnosis, I find my smile. I go outside and begin to do one of my African dances, in celebration of my spirit. Then, I walk the labyrinth, releasing any residual negativity. I ask for strength, receive it, and need it.
Most of the time, Bob is sleeping, healing, but the evenings enrapture us in a cadence. He wakes; I wake to walk and wash him and change linen; he sleeps; I try to go back to sleep. I jump up every other hour in response to my Honey. This is our dance until the wake of morn, which I greet warmly – I have my strength. And so it is.
I became the seasoned veteran who learned from my new group. Some had similar experiences to the ones I had my first trip, but what impressed me was their capacity to give. During our after dinner session, those who were sent to the Current Rooms told of their visions they held for the healing of each of our group. This amazed me. A woman, Cathy, who had Hospice at her home when she made her trek to Brazil, led the charge with her famous "Whoopee!!" Then, one by one they gave their visions. I knew when next I sat in the Current Room, I would be strong enough to give in this way.
Sitting Current is a blessing. I see many whom I saw during my last visit, and realize they live here or come back to serve in some capacity. Some folks become Current Room addicts, and I know why. The energy is so intense; and the service of holding the current, with eyes closed, for up to three hours is like none I've ever experienced. It is also where we receive so much of the Entity healing.
Sitting Current is where I am told not to give in to error thinking and to see "True Bob." For his therapy, I am told, "no limitations." I see visions of health for my group. With every experience I have with this healing energy, I now have the Hully Gullies, (my body or hand shaking,) which, I have come to understand, as my way of channeling energy. One of my experiences in the Medium Room where João sits is breathtaking. As a powerful session comes to an end, I hear these sounds,” Whoop whoop, sssssssss, oowipoowip," like sounds from a rainforest of birds whistling, whippoorwills and such. The sound dies down, then it crescendos again. I am so ready to open my eyes, but I know this is some powerful energy; and I do not want to dilute my experience. With eyes open at the end of the session, I see about 40 Brazilians from age seven to 70, dressed neatly in white jerseys and slacks. I learn they are from the Casa in Rio de Janeiro, and they are powerful mediums that visit João to help hold the frequency. 'Talk about holding!!!
Our pousada was buzzing from the experience with the people from Rio and from the surgery witnessed, where a woman's head was cut on the top and some tumors were removed. They said she was recovering well. This was even more compelling than my first experience in Abadiania, but affected me less, for it was my mission for Bob that concerned me, and time was passing. After our dinner session, my “sister,” Kayla, pulled me aside and said, "Maybe you need to get aggressive with the entities and ask what can be done for Bob." I froze in my seat. I'm often assertive, but get aggressive with the entities? The next morning found me heeding Kayla's suggestion.
This is the day I will intercede for Bob. I tell Marge I plan to be somewhat aggressive, and she cautions me not to be offensive. I write down what I will ask the entities. The wording is key. Bob, Joe, and I taxi to the Casa, and while they secure a wheelchair for Bob, I make my way to the right and perfect interpreter –Lillian. I tell her it is important to word my question exactly as I say it. My question reads, "Thank you for asking us to come to Brazil, when you were in Atlanta. My husband is 6'7" and is now in a wheelchair. He has been diagnosed with small cell carcinoma, with brain mets. Can you help him?" These words were meant to signal the entities to see the strapping man they met in Atlanta and to let me know what I could expect from them. (I had been told one man was sent home to make his transition.) The interpreter understood what and why I wanted the strict interpretation. I thanked her and moved on to the sanctuary, feeling empowered.
The power was dense that morning. The people from Rio were there. These loving, spirited people also came with their music, singing their song dedicated to João. That session, they sang for us, while a camera filmed them. Then, the cameraman was solicited to go back into the Surgery Room, and returned, at which time Marge rallied our group and said, "He's (João) going to perform a surgery here. Get up there to see!!" I wheeled Bob to the front of the sanctuary and saw João come out of the back. He began to call all the strong mediums in the room to go into the Current rooms, which meant that the Rio group left. He spoke in Portuguese, telling us he is nothing but a man. God does the work. Every other word was Deus, Deus. When he was done, there was silence. There were two people in the front of the sanctuary, a man and a girl, both with their eyes closed. A pole obscured my view, and I missed João incorporating the entities. However, my eyes caught every bit of the surgeries.
The girl was cut behind her ear, but there was no gush of blood. She fell backward and was wheeled off to recovery. A man was treated with forceps up his nose, and he was wheeled off. This staggered my mind, but I knew there was more to come—the energy was so strong. When they called second timers, I knew I was in sync with the energy, and I told Joe to wheel Bob in; and Bob? I told Bob to keep his eyes open!!
In line, we begin to hear the Rio group channel and we feel a slight shove .Two Brazilian women start moving quickly to the front of the line. One is twitching. She gets about eight feet from the entities, and she falls to the floor. I realize, from my first trip that this woman is possessed and cannot withstand the loving energy emitted from the entities. (Later, in the recovery room, this woman sits about three feet from me, and she begins to cry. Then she wretches loudly, and still, I keep my eyes closed). Whatever was driving this woman had to fall. As it/she fell, I rose in confidence. I saw my interpreter, Lillian, and I knew I was home free. Lillian then begins to leave the room and I begin to panic. Marge reassures me the right and perfect interpreter will be here for me and he is. I hand him my question, all the while telling him how important it is to read exactly what I have written. Bob has his eyes open!
The interpreter begins. The entity, (they told me later it was Dr. Augustus,) asks if Bob has received his herbs. "Yes." I answer. He then looks Bob up and down. He looks at Joe and says, "He's going to be OK." He looks at the interpreter and says, "I can heal him." He tells us he needs a picture of Bob and then he prescribes three crystal baths, (baths under lights of crystal, which align the chakras). When the interpreter translates what Augustus has told us, I leap in the air and begin to cry. I have my confirmation. Healing is taking place.
Subsequent to our session, Marge told me, the interpreter/entities also cautioned me to watch my thoughts, confirming my revelation of see True Bob. It was all I could do for the duration of our journey to see True Bob, for he was anything but the Bob I knew. He was dis-eased, with all the ramifications of brain swelling and brain tumors. I fought to clear my head of the errors presented and to see Bob healthy and whole. I had to employ this fervent vision of Truth in taking Bob home to Alabama.
The air traffic controllers are on strike, and we are bumped to a morning flight to Miami; we have to spend the night in Sao Paulo. Oh my God, how can I manage this? After two grueling hours, we secure our tickets and get a taxi to the designated hotel. The lobby is filled with people, but God allows us to be tended to swiftly. Marge, my angel, is with us every step of the way.
Finally, I wheel Bob to our room, and put him to bed and other than when I feed him, he sleeps the duration of the day through early evening, when we must ready to leave. I cannot revive Bob enough to get him dressed. I beg him; I pray, crying out loud, thanking Jesus for getting him up, and finally I am able to dress him. “Baby, you are my hero. Every step of the way you do your best to help yourself. Hang in there. The light of God surrounds you…” The wheel chair will not fit into the room. So I have to get him to the chair, and by this time, with all the sleep, he can barely walk. I am not used to the role of carrying the man who has “carried” me for 34 years. The remembrance of the scripture on” faith without works” comes to me. Do the work, Vicki; do the work. Just when I can barely get Bob to the chair, the bellboy comes and helps me, and we make it to the lobby and finally to the cab. Thank you, God for our strength through the Christ within us.
During the duration of our travel home, I was confident that designated angels accompanied and enabled us to arrive in Alabama without a hitch. Bob was my champion who called his own shots in this healing process, and when we arrived in Alabama, our decisions were infused with the echoes of Abadiania.
"No limitations. First things first," I am told in my meditations at home, in Alabama. But our finances…"First things first"…but our business…"First things first." Bob's healing is first. God sends Bob and me to the hospital, which jump starts his conventional therapy of radiation and teaches me how to give him better care at home. He is receiving his herbs three times a day, and the entities, through God, are working, for I am stronger and he is becoming more lucid.
In retrospect, I know the only way that I made my second journey to Abadiania, with Bob, was with God's support and guidance. It has been this same venue for the miracles we have experienced up to now. God sent our family and friends/earth angels to support us before we made our trip and through the physical challenges we met upon returning from Brazil, and God sent the commission of this article to hold me in the Truth of what I see: Bob's CT scan on his brain found no tumors. The following week, he had a CT scan on his lungs, finding no tumors. He has held up well under every form of therapy, (no limitations.) He is active, lucid, coherent, and articulate and is in constant prayer and meditation, engaged in his Truth of health and wholeness. He is renewing. (He sold all his cars and cares little about his GQ wardrobe.)
Although Bob remembers little to nothing of our journey there, Abadiania is a vital part of his Truth process. (During one of our “dances” in the pousada Luz Divina, Bob sat on the edge of the bed and remarked, "They're all around me. They're all around me."). The angels and entities were all around Bob, and I know we were both prepared for the journey we are taking as a family—a journey of renewal. For me, Abadiania has initiated an acceptance of how Spirit works—through expected and unexpected ways. I now remember the miracles of my Catholic childhood, and I embrace every gift of healing available to us, from the prayers of children to entities working. I have but to close my eyes, and I am back in the sanctuary of Abadiania, the place where Truth of unconditional love abounds; the place where I reclaimed the Truth of me.
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