John of God

Tired, But Happy

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The garden of our pousada in quiet time after cleaning

It’s an unusually cold night here in Abadiania, Brazil!

For the only time in my five visits since 2004, the town is almost empty. It’s Saturday; the day that many people end their two-week stay here at one of the B & B’s (pousada, in Portuguese) that host them when they come from all over the world to see the famous healer John of God at the Casa Dom Inacio—the House of St. Ignatius. Most people, particularly those coming with groups, arrive on Sundays or Mondays, so this lull is brief. Late August is often a busy time here, and I hear it’s expected to heat up, both the weather, the population, and, well, no experience here ultimately escapes that description.

Nettie with jetlag!

My sister-in-law Liz, here for her first visit, commented as soon as we stepped into the Brasilia airport how relaxed and non-frenetic the atmosphere was. She’s right—certainly in contrast to the environments of “do, do, and do more!” that pervade our lives; or compared to, say, arriving in Mumbai.

For those of you who know the crew at Irmao Sol, Irma Lua, the pousada that’s been my home away from home, there are a few new residents.

Joining Bono—the black mutt who has long been top dog here—are Max (see below) and a bevy of kittens who look to be about 6 months old.

Max, the new dog.

There’s an older white cat around who may or may not be there mother, but Max in particular has taken singular joy in chasing one very friendly (to us) kitten, literally up a tree. Several trees, in fact. The kitten seems well-used to it, and Bono, Max and the kittens lend the air of a cartoon-chase to the environs. But it seems to be a well-rehearsed routine, and none of them are immune to being distracted from the chase, by say, an interesting piece of chicken or the noise of the dogs in the street.

It was good to have this day to settle in. We’re both feeling—you know—the way you feel when you’ve kinda sorta gotten some sleep, maybe, not sure, for a few hours in an airplane. Liz took a sleeping aid on the advice of her travel-savvy husband, and was out cold, but woke up telling me she hadn’t slept all night. Imagine her surprise when I told her that indeed she had. We’re both ready to hit the hay, and it’s 7:40 p.m.

The adventures pick up steam tomorrow. Boa noite!

Liz with jetlag. Sleep? I did? What sleep?

Seeing the Spiritual Energy of Prayer and Holy Communion

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One night on our recent Brazil trip with guides Bob Dinga and Diana Rose, Rev. Paul Funfsinn held a communion service in his large room. 27 people from our group crammed into his room, with a few in the doorway and just outside. Valentina, a wonderful “angel lady” who has been especially blessed (along with her camera) by the sacred Entities of the Casa to capture spirit photos, shot these amazing pictures of the short but deeply felt service.

The photos in this entry are unretouched, un-“photoshopped.” I know because I was there when they were shot and saw them in the camera minutes after they were taken. They reveal so much about the spiritual beings we are, and those that are always around us.

Praying at communion

The photo above was taken by Valentina with the intent and request to see the spiritual level. You’ll note that everyone appears to have a double image, like the old “double exposure” in film photography. But it isn’t double exposure. Valentina said to me that you are seeing the spiritual body (known in some other spiritual systems and practices as “the double”) and that it rises up in states of deep devotion, meditation and prayer.

Next, Paul is blessing the bread (communion wafers). Notice the blurred second image behind his head but not on other parts. It was also said to me that Spirit often uses the light available (especially candles) for manifestations. But what’s done with it in those split seconds is extraordinary.

Beginning blessings: “Come Holy Spirit!”
Paul blessing the bread

If you ever needed evidence that prayers of consecration actually transmit divine energy, watch what happens as that energy manifests right towards the communion plate.

Visible blessings
Visible blessings 2
Visible blessings 3

The energy here is either coming off the communion table or my guitar. Either way, I’m happy. We had been singing “Come Holy Spirit”. Looks like the prayers were answered!

Visible blessings 4

After the service; an extraordinary one in which we all felt the Power, we were happy campers indeed. The white swirls or clouds of energy are visible like moving webs of light.

Clouds of energy—Clouds of Witnesses!

(From L to R: ) Rev. Nettie, Rev. Penny Clements, Rev. Dawn Cribari, Rev. Paul Funfsinn, Mary Kay Simmons, Olga Llarena, (Monk) Bob Bearden, Beloved Casa brothers Bob Dinga and Thom Levy.

Phenomenal phenomena

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Dear friends in a photo showing the energy of spirit movement at the Casa

People who get on a plane and travel to the remote location outside of Brasilia wherein lies the Casa de Dom Inacio generally have either a pressing medical condition of the variety that cannot be effectively dealt with through traditional Western medicine, or they have a desire to experience the reality of the sacred and the holy spirit realm in a much more palpable way then our American way of life allows. Or, they have some combination of both.

The Casa exists to demonstrate the healing power of God, and many other things as well. One of these is the unarguable (after you’ve been here, if not before) existence of the spirit realm, and many things about that realm. Because of the commitment of St. Ignatius and the other beloved Encidades (spirit Entities) who serve here (and who number in the tens or hundreds of thousands), few, if any, leave this place unchanged for the better. The guiding Entities, under the direction of St. Ignatius, (better known here as “Dom Inacio”) work through the medium known as John of God. Joao (his name in Portuguese) has put in over 50 years of tireless, endless service. Day in and day out thousands pass in front of him, where the Encidades, working through him, orchestrate the course of healing for each individual. Because of the commitment of the Casa to demonstrate this help, they often arrange for dramatic experiences that can attest to the spirit level on which the work is happening.

One of the ways in which that happens is through “spirit photos.” The advent of high-speed digital photography has made this a more and more common occurrence. Some people are gifted by the Encidades with the ability to capture a huge amount of these kinds of photos, and one of these people has been with my group over the past few days.

Last night at an open multi-faith communion service, she shot a continuous series of pictures that show a startling phenomena. As Rev. Paul Funfsinn blessed the host for communion, you can clearly see the descent of a line of firey light right toward the plate that held the hosts. By the third or fourth picture, the plate itself is awash in a flaming light! If anyone thinks that it is a meaningless ritual, these photos would suggest otherwise!

SInce the pix are in someone else’s camera, it will be a while till I get them, but I will post them when I do. Suffice it to say, I saw them within minutes of their having been taken; there were no photoshop opportunities.

We spent the rest of the evening on a “shooting spree” of the spiritual kind, and I can’t wait to share some of the amazing results.

Back to Brazil & the Casa Dom Inacio

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In the garden of the Casa with the statue of St. Ignatius in June of 2009

I’m sitting in the Delta lounge waiting for my direct flight to Brasilia—a direct flight being a miracle in and of itself, as it means I don’t need to deal with changing planes in Sao Paolo airport, or with the fact that Brazilian domestic airlines allow only 5 lbs per carry-on bag.

True to the challenge of achieving “escape velocity” before vacation, I’m down to the last minute with handling details of tasks undone, as always, just having to let go of that which didn’t get handled.

I’ve come to realize how taking two weeks off is almost unheard of in these times; at least it persists in being so for Americans. I am reminded of Ron Roth’s oft-repeated phrase that we are human BEINGS, not human doings, but we live our lives as if the opposite is true.

I love going back to the Casa for many reasons. Of the spiritual benefits and the magnificent opportunity to be there I will write more as the time goes on. But right now I’m just appreciating that parking myself in one location, where there is no demand on me, where you are expected to do nothing but rest is beyond most people’s experience anymore. Going to a one-horse town in central Brazil is a good way to remember that life consists of more than the endless to-do list that runs from here to the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

I first returned to the Casa after a five-year break, arriving on the heels of Ron Roth’s death in 2009, about 3 days after his passing. This year, I’m coming a few months after Sai Baba left his body. John of God is the last living member of this trio of great spiritual healers and leaders whose presences have graced my life and led my journey since my spiritual re-emergence in the 90’s. Joao (John) is now about 70, and I do not take his continued existence here on this earthly plane for granted. Every moment I get to spend there is precious beyond all measure.

I am a Filha da Casa: a daughter of the House (of Dom Inacio—St. Ignatius). When I was first told that in 2004, I knew nothing of what it meant. With each year the meaning, the responsibility and the grace of that knowledge grows in me.

Some of you know the story that on one of my return trips to the Casa, the agent at JFK checking our visas before we boarded the plane chattered out loud, half to herself, that my name, “Spiwack” reminded her of a teacher her brother had whom he talked of incessantly. I walked away not thinking of it till I stopped in my tracks, returned to her and said: “was this in the Bronx, a long time ago?” Indeed it was—my mother had been her brother’s beloved kindergarten teacher, who had made an indelible imprint on him. I boarded the plane and sat stunned, as I knew my mom had arranged this unusual way of letting me know she was with me on my way to the Casa.

Yesterday, as I wound up my work with the Army at LandWarNet in Tampa, FL, one of the last people to come for a quick consult was a vibrant, glowing woman who really didn’t need my services in the least. As she sat down, I admired her necklace, remarking they were my favorite colors. She immediately took it off her neck, claimed she didn’t even like it, it just matched her dress, and insisted that I take it. After refusing, I gave in to her refusing likewise to put it back on. Then I noticed her name: Sandra. My mom’s name. I couldn’t help but think of the fact that once again, I’m on the way to the Casa.  And my mom, whose “daughter of the House” I was first, seems to bless my trips to the other House.

I will be sending my prayers for the safety of all in the approaching hurricane; and I will be writing from Brazil.

With love,

Rev. Net