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.  As Braco modestly and effortlessly stands before groups (which sometimes number in the thousands) Nature takes it from there, often creating miraculous results.  Well-known in Eastern Europe, the Balkans, Germany, etc., Braco has been sharing his gift for 14 years.  He has never charged or accepted donations for his healing work.  Once, when asked by a reporter how it all works, Braco replied that he doesn’t have a clue.  “What counts is it works”, he said.

The range of healings that have resulted from this Radiation of The Divine Light (my term) have been medically documented.  There are numerous YouTube videos which tell Braco’s story and the stories of those he has impacted, as this radiation permeates and affects their whole life.  My story is simple, but empowering.

I came upon a poster advertising Braco’s appearance in Hawaii.  “BRACO:  Gaze of Miracles” it said.  He had been a guest at a UFO convention earlier in the month, I read. My immediate reaction was that I would certainly NOT attend a gazing session, thinking, “Are you kidding me?”   I was judging it as another wild performance, in what sometimes appears to me as spiritual circus of gurus, teachers and pundits, who dance through the Islands periodically.  With continued skepticism, I viewed a YouTube video emailed me by a friend.   Again, I rejected the idea of attending, thinking that it might easily be a public relations manipulation.  Yet, surprisingly, at 7 in the morning of the second day of Braco’s visit to Maui, I found myself dressing to drive to the venue where he would be appearing.

I knew that the only way to attend was to be open to receive whatever there was to receive.  That was my only intention.

Seated in the center of the third row, I listened to an introduction to Braco by Angelika Whitecliff who told of her own experience of learning of Braco, flying to Croatia to attend a gazing session, meeting him personally, being invited to travel with him for three weeks, and making the personal commitment to help make him available to the rest of the world.   She authored a book, “21 Days with Braco” describing what had occurred.

Then our small group of 30 or so stood and Braco silently walked into the room and mounted the steps to a platform from which he could see, and be seen, by all.  The gazing session began.  Almost immediately, I observed a clear bright light radiating from Braco, and felt the familiar energy of the One Love causing my heart to joyously expand.  The Energy was clear, direct, enveloping and penetrating, reflecting That which I Am—Braco at once a medium and a mirror.  Through the 6 minutes of this heavenly infusion I felt the bliss of being, and an emotional satiety that I have yearned for recently.  I suddenly remembered that I had requested this very feeling of deep inner peace from Source in recent days.  What a gracious response!

My experience was a timely reminder that I, as a human being, was (and always am) being taken care of.  In truth, all comes from “within”. . .but sometimes a booster shot from the seemingly “without” is very helpful.   This is how it was for me.

I returned for several more sessions on Maui and even flew to the Big Island accompanied by dear friends to be in Braco’s presence for a few more of them.  As I looked around, or listened to others in attendance, it was clear that my experience was not unique.   Many souls were reporting being healed and sustained through the Gaze of Miracles.

Since returning home, I remain profoundly peaceful within in a deep and abiding way.  Numerous insights, revelations, and realizations are arising and there is a calm certainty that there is truly nothing more to be done except, of course, to continue practicing Simply Being Present, moment-to-moment.  (“No hurry, no worry”, says  Chinese Medical Physician, Lam Kong).   Another thing:  physical discomfort that has been a long time companion is abating a bit more each day and I am getting intuitive understanding as to possible emotional causes which I hadn’t contemplated before now.

Dear Reader:  I was compelled to write today to share with you the miracle of meeting Braco, heart to heart.

May all beings have this golden opportunity in the near future. . .

I  know I am Mr. Dreamer but I believe any Miracles and Grace start from a dream.                                                                                                                                                                          I was orphaned in Japan when I was 3 years old.   I was raised by a family friend who was a gambler.   By the time I was 16, he could not support me and I have been on my own ever since.
It took only a week to become homeless from having a normal family.  I had to get two jobs to make $1200 a month to feed by myself. The only way was to work at night clubs or discos.   That is right, I grew up in 70’s.  Disco was super happy music in all of the world at the same time.   I had to work 5 P.M. to 12 A.M. at the disco and 1:00 A.M. to 6 A.M. at night clubs, then went to high school for sleep.

One day,  one of my best high school friends told me he will become a fire fighter.  I knew what firefighters do at a fire scene but I didn’t know how to become fire fighter.    My friend was a very smart guy.   I never had time to study because I was always working.  He called me almost a week before the fire fighter exam. He said he will go find copies of the last five years of the Fire Fighters exam at the Public Library.  Do I want to come?

I went with him. He was copying all the questions by hand, but I had no idea what they were asking about, so I started counting which numbers were the most popular answers in the five years. I found magic number ‘3′ was always a popular answer.   At the day of real exam I marked number ‘3′ more than 90% and I passed!

Second test was the physical exam but I had no problem because I was dancing 6 hours every night and was in great shape.  Third exam was interview but I had no problem communicating with anybody because I was dealing with different customers every day and night and I was very polite to all customers.   It was great way to become a firefighter from King of Night.

I did 2 years of fire fighting, 8 years of rescue squad and 2 years of EMT.  Then, in the 13th year I received an order and I got transferred to a 9 to 5 desk job at HQ dealing with politicians, making up budget meeting scenarios–both questions and answers–and finding the boss’ favorite girls at night clubs. It was a totally different job, compared to working at a fire station.

One night we were watching the movie “Back Draft” at our fire station.  I decided to go to New York to become a firefighter.  I didn’t know Back Draft was filmed in Chicago.   I just believed that story was about fire fighters in New York because most Japanese still have the image that New York is America.   In a month, I quit the fire department and flew to N.Y.

In New York I stayed with an Italian family.  They were a super great, big hearted family and fed me really well with pasta, lasagna and fat pizza with beer and wine every night.   My weight gained from 165 lb. to 200 lb. in 6 months.

I tried to become a fire fighter in New York, but couldn’t because I didn’t have U.S. citizenship.  I only had a green card.

The secretary at NYFD was really nice to me, and she suggested I become an Emergency Medical Technician in Westchester, NY. because there is a big Japanese community there.  So, I became an EMT in NY, and worked in very cold weather and carried very heavy patients day and night. But my wage was only $7 per hour.

After two years, I was watching the Travel Channel having Crazy Horse Beer and baby carrots.  The show was showing the paradise of Waikiki, Hawaii.   Mr. White Shiny Tooth Diving Instructor was showing off his diving skills with his brightest teeth and taking beautiful ladies into crystal clear water.

I was so envious about Mr. Shiny Tooth compared with my life at the moment.  Don’t get me wrong, EMT is a great job but it was not forever for me in N.Y. . .

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After two years, I was watching the Travel Channel having Crazy Horse Beer and baby carrots.  The show was showing the paradise of Waikiki, Hawaii.   Mr. White Shiny Tooth Diving Instructor was showing off his diving skills with his brightest teeth and taking beautiful ladies into crystal clear water.

I was so envious about Mr. Shiny Tooth compared with my life at the moment.  Don’t get me wrong, EMT is a great job but it was not forever for me in N.Y. . .

The Miracle Oddessy continues. . .

So, a week after the TV show, I arrived in Waikiki.  But it rained heavily.  Dark sky and thunder all day.  I went out to one of the traditional Japanese restaurants for Japanese sake, beer and food.   I asked the waitress at the restaurant “Is the weather always like this in Hawaii?  Where is the sun?”  She said, “Waikiki has lots of rainy days.  You should go to Maui, if you want sunshine”.

Next day, I was on Maui.  It was a Sunday sunshine morning– very quiet and peaceful.   I bought a Sunday newspaper and I was just checking what was happening on Maui.  I almost always start reading from the classified section to find good deals, even if I don’t need anything.  But somehow, I was interested to check out people living life in Paradise.  Then I started calling apartment rentals.

It was Sunday morning and nobody was answering calls.  But one guy answered and said “Super Great Deal!  First come first served, because I have to leave in an hour”.      I told him my situation and asked him if I could just look his unit.  I was still paying rent in NY.  He said, “O.K., just come here and you can stay here for a week just by paying $500”.  I had only $500 cash in my pocket.  When I got to his condo in Ma’alaea, I saw his luggage right next to door.  His name was Steve (he was like a Danny DeVito character).  Steve said, “Pay me $500 and you can stay for a week”.   I thought it was a great deal but I couldn’t spend all of my budget.  I asked him, “How about $200?”.  He said, “Deal!”,  shook hands and left with his luggage.

So, my first day on Maui, I got a new ocean front apartment for a week with only $200 cash.  But it was such a filthy room–every single piece of furniture was smelly– bed, sofa, dishes and two tons of rubbish.  I cleaned from corner to corner.  It took me four days to make that room like a five-star hotel room.

On the fifth day,  a lady knocked at my door.  She told me, “I’m the owner of this unit.  Who are you?  Where is Steve?” I explained everything that happened and then I found out Steve hadn’t paid the rent.  He was 8 months behind.  She asked me to leave right away but I showed my N.Y. EMT I.D. and promised her to leave in a week, but I felt I had already made the place like my home and had been living forever.  So I stayed there after that week.

I found my first job with a diving company.  I worked 7 days a week for two years. Then I started translating English menus, brochures, signs and web pages into Japanese.

Today I live in a condo practically on the beach with my lovely wife and baby dog.  We believe Maui is the miracle island.  We have decided live on Maui forever.
Sunny K– Maui, Hawaii

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The need for the “feeling” fuels my addiction
Yet the fire in my vein
Reeks havoc on my body –
Gray skin, sunken cheeks, darting eyes
Weight loss of thirty pounds –
Little more than a shell – “existing”
Empty – searching – lonely Isolation, shame.
The fire in my vein – creating the illusion
Of power and confidence – yet
All the while creating a dependence
On a “feeling” – artificially induced
By the fire in my vein.
The shadows ever so subtly obscuring the Light
Creeping closer to the edge – the precipice – I teeter
Life and death – the fire in my vein demands more!
I gaze into the mirror and see only remnants
Of what I used to be – a shell
A tear lands on my cheek – HOPE!
The fire in my vein demands more –
Another tear falls – LIGHT!
I drop the syringe –
I see like I have never seen before
Beyond “physical” – my spiritual essence –
LIGHT – flickering – waiting only to be fanned,
Igniting purpose and passion, creating LIFE,
Immersed in LOVE.
I have never again picked up a syringe
I have no need of the fire in my vein
For a fire has ignited in my soul
Fueled by the desire to live purposefully…
And love passionately!

David –Grand Rapids, Michigan is a former addict and IV drug user.

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