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Overwhelmed by responsibilities?  Breathlessly rushing to complete deadlines?  Disturbed by the latest news?  A special relationship stressing you out?  Forgetting to breathe deeply and be deeply grateful for all the Miracles in your life?

Grace yourself with 7 exquisite minutes of peace transmitted by Buddhist monk, teacher, author, poet and peace activist Thich Nhat Hanh

“This wonderful sound brings me back to my true home”.

Homage to Avalokiteswara, Embodiment of Compassion

(If you want to both listen and follow the words- go to the next page)

May the sound of the bell penetrate deep into the cosmos

even in the darkest places,

living beings are able to hear it clearly

so that all suffering in them cease,

and understanding comes to their hearts

and they transcend the path of suffering (sorrow) and death.

The Universal Dharma door is already open.

The sound of the rising tide is heard clearly

And a miracle happens

A beautiful child appears in the heart of a lotus flower

one single drop of this compassionate water

Is enough to bring back the refreshing spring to our mountains and rivers.

Listening to the sound of the bell

I feel the afflictions in me begin to dissolve

My mind becomes calm, my body relaxed

a smile is born on my lips.

Following the sound of the bell

my breath guides me back to the safe island of mindfulness.

In the garden of my heart the flowers of peace bloom beautifully

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. . .

In 1995, after the end of my 2nd marriage, I decided to go to Bali to grieve,  so as not to burden my loving family. 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 perspective 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.

Is this not the miracle language of the heart?

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

This is a story of Grace.  The Grace given to me and my husband to see the beauty of love and it’s healing qualities in all forms.

Our family (my husband, myself and our 85 lb. Labrador Sheppard mix, Fresco) joined a Pet Therapy group at our local hospital.  We were encouraged by a neighbor who recognized our dog’s gentle manner as a perfect fit for the program.    We instantly loved being a part of this important work and landed on visiting the Children’s ward as Fresco was so well received by the kids.

Our usual routine was to check in with the nurses station prior to “making the rounds” to learn of any special requests or rooms to avoid (these were children too sick to receive a visit from a furry friend).  One evening we learned of a three year-old boy that had been mauled by a pit bull.  We were familiar with the case from the local news.  That evening, we made special care to avoid the boy’s room or even going within eye’s distance as the nurses were concerned with the boy’s reaction of seeing dog after such a tragic event.

On our next scheduled visit, two weeks later, we again checked in with the nurses.  This time the nurse looked at us, and then at Fresco and said “let’s try something”.  I’m not sure what she was thinking because we never discussed it with her, but my sense was that her intuition was telling her something.  My mother was a nurse and I learned that nurses have special intuition when it comes to healing.  She led us to the play room where the three year old boy was playing.  She stopped us just outside the door and asked us to wait.  A few minutes later, she returned with the boy by her side.  She told him he had a special visitor.

At the first sight of the boy, my husband and I were shocked.  This little toddler had well over 50 stitches on his shaved head.  In that instant, not sure how the boy was going to react, we held our breath.  And then, with the joy and innocence only children possess, he grinned from ear to ear at Fresco.  All the time Fresco had been sitting and sat completely still as the toddler waddled towards him.  When the boy arrived, he flung is little arms around Fresco’s neck.  We were relieved that the little boy had seemed to forget the trauma he had endured just a short time ago.

Then, the beauty of love and healing happened just before our eyes, Fresco gently and so carefully began to lick the boys head.  It was as if each deliberate movement was an act of healing, of love and forgiveness.  In that moment, I thanked God for the miracle we were witnessing.

We continued visiting the hospital for years after this experience and our interactions with the hospital children were wonderful and meaningful.  In retrospect, I often feel as though my husband and I were only there to provide transportation for Fresco.  And that all the healing work was being done by him.  We were mere witnesses.

This gift of being witnesses to so many miracles and healings has been one of the greatest gifts from God.  We are grateful for the Grace bestowed to us through our loving family member, Fresco.

Ellen–Big Island, Hawaii

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