In January of 2006, I took a trip to Abadiania, Goias, Brazil for two weeks to see a man named John of God. I was studying Animal Communication and Reiki with my dear friend and mentor, Rebecca Moravec and Rebecca was offering to take people to Brazil. This was not her first trip, so I was eager to have her as my guide. I am so grateful that I did not pass up this opportunity and I am ever so appreciative that l listened to my intuition and signed up for the trip. Visiting John of God was definitely a life changing experience and one that I am forever grateful for.
John of God is a trance medium healer. He has become one of the world’s most powerful and well-known mediums of healing energy. He has been used by the Spirit to heal millions of people from diseases such as cancer, HIV/AIDS, asthma, paralysis, psychological problems, and more. Not only does the spirit—or “entity,” of King Solomon use John’s body as a medium of healing, but so do more than thirty other entities who wish to continue serving humanity. These entities are the compassionate spirits of departed doctors, herbalists, chiropractors, other healers, and various saints and high beings, who have apparently chosen to continue helping the human population from the spirit realm. These entities say they do not cure the problems—they heal the source of the problems.
The most important gift I received, in addition to whatever physical healing I experienced, is a profound spiritual healing, a deepening or renewal of faith in the invisible world of Divine love.
During the end of 2005, I was troubled by a situation at my work place. I was afraid, angry, and hurt. I felt ganged up on and I felt that I was misunderstood and bullied. And, I felt I could justify all of these feelings because of the way others were treating me.
While in Brazil, I had the opportunity to experience, and learn how to meditate very deeply. I sat in the “current rooms” for several hours during both the morning or afternoon sessions. The current rooms are named because the entities, in conjunction with the people sitting there to receive or offer help, provide a constant and powerful current of healing energy that pours through the rooms.
As a group, one hundred or so people sat “in current” holding space for John of God and healing for the Highest Good of All. During prayer and meditation, the energy vibration would raise, helping John of God to go into the trance needed to incorporate the entities. As a group, we’d sit for three or four hours at a time, meditating, with our eyes closed.
“Sit here and concentrate,” the ushers would say, as they lead me to an open seat. The peace, love and gratitude I felt while sitting in the current rooms was palitable. I felt that I was in the Light of God and that I could, indeed be healed of the fear, anger and resentment that brought me to Brazil in the first place. I was experiencing a true healing and it felt miraculous.
I had insight into several miraculous things during those two weeks in Brazil, two of which were especially life changing and I would like to share those experiences with you here.
One day while sitting in current and holding space I asked,
“How do I find forgiveness?”
I heard a gentle male voice in my head say to me, “Ask for it Lynn.” And without thinking, I heard myself respond, “Please forgive me.” This sentence came from a place deep inside me. It did not feel like a normal thought. It felt like it came from my solar plexus rather than my head. I remember wondering how I knew to ask for forgiveness for me while looking for forgiveness for another? The moment was profound and one that truly healed me physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. A wave of love flowed through me, an indescribable moment of pure joy followed.
The moment after I heard myself say, “Please forgive me,” the fear, anger, resentment, sadness and self pity that I was holding was released from my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies. As I asked for forgiveness a great peace came over my entire body. Tears of relief, gratitude and awe ran down my face. I could hear the gentle “swoosh” from the clothing as people moved in front of me and I felt a deep love for the three women at home who I felt were treating me poorly. Ultimately, I had to feel forgiveness for myself before I could find forgiveness for others. That afternoon I left the casa feeling overwhelmed by love and gratitude for the lessons I learned from those three woman I felt abused by.
Two nights later, my group and I were invited to a healing ceremony performed by an indigenous group of people from Brazil. Performing the ceremony were four young people, two women and two men from the Fulnio Indian Tribe located in the rainforest of Brazil. They came to Abadiania to sell their art so they could buy medicine. The rainforest was being cut down, they were loosing their homes and it was causing illness in their tribe.
The ceremony was amazing. They sang, danced and chanted in beautiful harmony all the while speaking in their native tongue which is Portuguese. They wore their traditional costumes consisting of magnificent feathered headdresses, grass skirts and face paint. I could not stop looking at their feathered headdresses. It was like eye candy. I had never seen such beautiful feathers and craftsmanship in person. As they danced, I was in awe of the beauty of their movement and the sound of their combined voices. A gentleman from England translated the meaning of each dance, chant and song and even though he did not speak Portuguese, he was still able to tell us of the story of their homeland and that they wished us love, abundance, and perfect health.
One of the young men was clearly the leader of the ceremony. We wondered if he was “in training” to be a shaman. As the singing and dancing came to a close, he stood in front of each of us and individually gave everyone a personal message. While he was standing in front of me singing in Portuguese, I heard his voice in English in my head. He said, “You are loved. You are loved by many. Yes, you have been discounted, but you are loved.” I was overwhelmed by the beauty of his words and I felt as though I had been truly seen and understood. Again my heart was filled with love and gratitude. As we departed, they told us that they would not take any money for the ceremony but if we would like to, we could come back and purchase some of their artwork.
The following day, we went back to buy some of the Fulnio’s beautiful artwork. And there on the wall hung those beautiful feather headdresses. While looking at their artwork, I struck up a conversation with one of the women, Petala and the young shaman, Procopio. Petala told me that her mother was very afraid for their safety since they had never traveled this far from home before. She told me that the two girls are sisters and the boys are brothers. Her sister is married to Procopio’s brother. She told me about the birds whose feathers adorned the headdresses. And who in the tribe made some of the items for sale. I chose the items I wanted to purchase carefully.
I took my time as I chose the headdress I was to bring home. Before I could pay for it, the young shaman, Procopio had me sit cross legged on the ground. He placed the headdress around my head and using a condor feather, he cleared the space around me and did a blessing for the work that I do. His family sang along in harmony. I felt that a tremendous honor was bestowed on me. My mentor Rebecca and another woman also bought a headdress but I was the only one in the group to receive a ceremony.
When it was time for us to go, Petela told me that they pray for everyone they meet. They hold space for healing the environment and they pray for peaceful resolve for all conflicts. I told her that I do the same thing and we giggled as we promised to continue to send love back and forth from the United States and Brazil…..I think of my Fulnio Indian friends often and I continue to send them love.
Meanwhile at home, my husband, Paul and our cat, Boots awaited my return. The first thing Paul said to me when he picked me up from the airport in Green Bay, was “I’m happy you are home.” The second thing he said was, “We have to go straight home because there is something really wrong with Boots.”
Intuition told me that Boots thought I was dead. When we got home, Boots was very, very lethargic. He did appear to be in mourning. When I picked him up, his body was limp in my arms. I had been away for two weeks at a time before, and he was fine during those trips. I couldn’t help but wonder what was so different about this trip? It took him a day or so to recover, I apologized for not letting him know where I was.
A few months later during a conversation with Boots, I told him that I was concerned that I was not home enough and afraid he might be lonely. “Oh,” he said, “I always know where YOU are, except for the time you were in Brazil, I saw so much White Light around you I thought you walked through to the other side.”