A few months ago, a friend invited me to accompany her to Brazil to see the healer,
John of God. I had been there 10 years ago when I went down with a bag full of pictures---53 in all---of some of my patients who had severe, chronic illnesses and who had asked me to bring their photos down for a healing. People had come to the little town of Abadiania from all over the world to receive healing. I waited in the long line with my bag of pictures of my patients. When it was my turn to stand in front of John of God, the interpreter asked me why I had come. I said that I was a physician from the States and that I had come to ask for healing for the people represented by the photographs in my bulging bag. After the interpreter exchanged words with John of God, I was told that it is not time yet for those patients, but it was time for ME. I was really shocked. What does he see? I didn't feel any ailments at the time. But still I benefitted a lot from my experience of being there. I felt a deep peace that I had not experienced before. This time, I am aware that I need healing on the physical plane as well. I am looking forward to returning there at the end of this month.
It was challenging getting everything ready on time for the big trip to South America, especially making sure that loose ends were tied up in my medical practice and that patients would not be left hanging. Actually, I had been working on the "to-do" list for weeks so as to avoid the last minute pressures which I try to avoid.
I met up with my patients/friends/travel mates on Sunday with excitement and trepidation. The trepidation came from wondering how I would do after not traveling in almost 3 years---except to the hospital. With multiple residual ailments from the major health challenges which began almost 4 years ago after the snowboarding accident and all the subsequent spin offs from that life-changing event, I felt I was jumping into psychological terra incognita.
