BRACO (photo from YouTube video)

I think that we all yearn to feel deeply loved and accepted –just as we are, right now–and we want to experience a deep inner peace that is not dependent upon external circumstances.  We desire to feel hopeful about our unfolding lives, and to be free from physical pain, or at least be free of the mental suffering that can accompany it.

To this mind, any of the above represents “healing”.   In these challenging times, as things seem extremely out of control in many places on our beautiful but beleaguered planet, the need of healing is very apparent; whether it is physical, mental/emotional or on more refined levels of beingness, of spirit.

I just had the opportunity, privilege and blessing to experience such healing, attending a series of public events that I believe are positively changing the collective consciousness of the world.  All that was required of me was to stand with an open heart and mind and receive “The Energy” coursing through and around a man called BRACO (pronounced Braht-so).

Braco, a 42 year-old native of Croatia, husband and father, and former business man with a master’s degree in accounting, does not speak in public, nor does he give teachings or offer solutions to problems.  There is no need.   Allowing himself to be utilized as a conduit for the greatest Love, he most humbly shares the miraculous gift, which was spontaneously bestowed upon him at age 26, by simply standing and gazing at those who come to be in its presence.  Read the rest

In 1995, after the end of my 2nd marriage, I decided to go to Bali to allow my grieving. My work, then, was healing others but I needed to heal my own soul, and chose Bali because of its legendary living spirituality.  Hindu tradition combined with an indigenous spiritual culture perceives sentience in every form; and that aliveness, not  a usual perspecitive in the West, is enchantingly pervasive.  Birth and Death—the natural aspects of living—are celebrated here.

Everywhere I went, walking or riding, I was aware of the deep spiritual practices of the people of Bali.    There were altars everywhere, tended daily, exquisitely laden with fruits, flowers and rice.  Beautiful Balinese women in traditional dress could be seen almost any time of day carrying trays of offerings to various altars throughout countryside, seaside villages and towns. The sound of gamelan music being practiced or performed permeated the hot, humid October days and nights with magical vibrations. Nowhere else in my world travels had I seen such devotion to the sacred expressed so openly.

Day by day, steeped in this healing environment, I began to let go of the burden of my recent dissolution and felt my heart opening in Bali’s atmosphere of gentleness and grace.

My last week, I traveled to the fairly new Serai Resort in Candi Dasa, situated on the Bali Sea.  I noticed a altar on their lawn near the beach.  It appeared to be very old.  I asked the concierge about it and was told that in Bali, when someone develops a piece of land, they allow whoever had an altar on that land to continue to maintain it and to worship there.  I had made an altar in my room with shells and flowers and a photo of my beloved Teacher at that time, Jean Dunn.

One evening, standing on my patio, I noticed a woman gracefully carrying an offering tray to the Serai’s altar across the lawn, about 30 feet away.  She looked directly at me, and I returned her gaze, and she turned and approached me.  Wordlessly, we went into my room to my little altar.  The woman placed flowers on it, and pressed rice grains at my forehead’s 6th chakra, and as we gazed into each other’s eyes, I “heard” her SILENTLY ask me to heal her.  Without hesitation, I placed my hands on her where Intuition guided me.  When I removed my hands, she smiled, bowed her head and turned and left.  Not an audible word had been exchanged.

This is the miracle language of the heart.

My husband, Christian, is an asbestos consultant who performs building
inspections. Recently he performed an inspection for the demolition of
a nice, but somewhat neglected 1950’s residence overlooking the Pacific
Ocean in Southern California (Pacific Palisades). The house had last
been a rental property until it was purchased (for $1.8 million) by the
new owners who plan to re-build on the site. Read the rest

I am old enough to have known someone who met Abraham Lincoln. I knowingly knew a man who met Hitler, and one who knew Mao. Once, while writing a paper for school, I dialed the telephone number of a German man, in order to ask him how he pronounced his name. He became so agitated, suspicious and hostile, that I realized that I had inadvertently contacted a war criminal. Read the rest

Every place has a special time of year when Nature unveils Her finest.  Cherry Blossoms in Japan or Washington, D.C. might be some of the first images that come to mind.  I think of early spring in Sacramento, California when profuse displays of camellias and gaudy color-clashing azaleas grace the community.
Upcountry Maui offers a spectacular experience in May and June as hundreds of jacaranda trees come into full purple bloom.  The trunks of the wide-branching trees are deepened in color due to frequent showers and the flowers’ purple is enhanced in the diffused light of clouds. Read the rest

Two months ago my daughter Jenna and I were very very saddened when our cat Buddy disappeared while I was away on a trip and he was spending time at another house.   I was very concerned because he went missing 10 miles or so from where we live.  He was already missing four days before I even found out. Read the rest

♥ Life gives us myriad golden moments
which we in our ignorance hail “miracles”;
but the wise know that they are simply love,
and that love is and will always be.

I have had chronic disabling back pain for years. In order to get relief, massage therapy on a weekly basis was a way of life since the 80’s, until I met a healer here on Maui. For four years, she helped me in ways beyond healing the physical pain and now my back has been restored to a full range of motion. My chronic pain is gone.

At the end of Spring this year, my healer moved away. I was in despair because I had come to depend on her for my physical well being. It was difficult for me to look for a replacement because in my experience, no one would be able to do what she does.  I decided that I would purchase a massage chair instead. And it so happened that Costco offered  one on the floor that week and I purchased it.

I must say that I have been able to hold my own since my healer’s departure and I find that my back is getting more supple every day.
With the realization that my back is in good shape now, I have named the massage chair “My seat of Gratitude”, and I sit in it daily thanking God for this Miracle.

Janet–Maui, Hawaii

First Time Among the Bees
I had spoken to Ian several times by phone - a clipped English accent and a fairly brusque manner. He was going to sell us bees at a reasonable price, but we didn’t know what to expect. Was all of this going to be a rip-off, poor quality stock to match the bargain basement rates? Read the rest

In the Winter I choose not to vacuum/clean my car, mostly ‘cuz I’m lazy and don’t want to get cold/wet/etc.  I’m sure you understand how many small pebbles/dirt/leaves collected on the floor.

Finally the weather turned warm enough for me to get the vacuum out and commit to the chore.

When I opened the driver’s side door, I saw that the floor was perfectly clean.  After I got used to the idea of another miracle happening to me my cynical comment was:  “What a lazy angel…The passenger’s side is still dirty!”

Tom B.