The Flow of Grace: Meetings with Multidimensional Beings

“Multidimensional beings” can be defined as spirits, or “beings,” who exist without a physical body. They have consciousness and, to some extent, personality, but they vibrate at a higher (or lower) frequency, so most of us are not aware of them. They possess light-energy bodies, and some people believe they live simultaneously in the same space as we do. They can be sensed and sometimes seen by humans who are clairvoyant.  Some would call them “ghosts,” but they can also be much more than this. These life-forms are also “interdimensional,” meaning they can move between and communicate within different dimensions.

My neighbor’s dad, who died at the age of ninety, is an example of a spirit who could be described as a ghost. I encountered “Orville” early in the exploration of my clairvoyant abilities, when his daughter invited me to his funeral. I had never met him in person, but I wanted to support her in her time of mourning.

There were about thirty people gathered at the small country cemetery for the service, and I took a seat in the back row. After closing my eyes and going into a light trance, I observed Orville sitting on top of his coffin with one leg crossed over the other. He was wearing a red plaid shirt and appeared to be paying close attention to his family and friends gathered around him.

When his son began to give a personal eulogy, Orville shook his “head” slowly, and then turned to me and said, “I’m so sorry for how I treated the children. I was too hard on them, but that was the only way I knew how to be.”

It surprised me that he was aware of my presence, but I smiled and nodded, acknowledging his spirit to spirit communication. After the speeches were over and the family began to drift away toward their cars, Orville continued to sit on top of the coffin waving goodbye to them, as one by one they drove away.

The next day, when I told my neighbor about this experience, she commented that her father’s closet was full of plaid shirts.

More recently, we began inviting people to our house for our regular Monday night healing meditation. We do this every week “long-distance” with Nancy and Bill Waldron, who live in another part of Oregon. Actually, people from several different states and countries also participate. In other words, we do not meet in person or even on the phone, but rather we connect “out on the matrix,” or “energy grid” surrounding the earth (see references). As we speak our intentions, healing light begins to fill us and our home almost immediately.

Betty was the first person to come over in person to meditate with us. She arrived almost in tears because it was the one-year anniversary of her mother’s death.

As I uttered the invocation and began to sink into transmedium consciousness, I observed Betty’s mom standing just behind Betty, who was sitting on the sofa. She gave me a look that said, “Okay, what’s going on here?” and then she “sat down” in the chair across from me. Betty’s mom also began to receive light energy, and Betty later shared that at the beginning of the meditation she had prayed for healing for her mother. At one point, Betty’s mom told me, “You must be kind to my daughter because she is very sensitive.”

A visit from a deceased loved one is always a great gift for those left behind, and there are several criteria used in the Spiritualist Church to determine whether the visitation is valid. These criteria include a physical description, the age at passing, the manner of death, the deceased’s name, and a shared experience.  So I asked Betty’s mom to tell me her name and how she died. She responded with “Martha,” and then looked down at her chest with an expression of great dismay, saying “Look at what they did to my body.” From this I assumed she had a mastectomy and later died of cancer.

When the meditation ended, another spirit came to “collect” Betty’s mom, as if she was a child who had wandered away. Yes, even “on the other side” we are encouraged to love and support each other. I watched in astonishment as they left by walking right through our front door!

I described this spirit visitor to Betty and gave her the name and manner of passing. The information was about eighty percent accurate—her mother’s name was Mildred and she had died of lung cancer.

At this point, my partner, Tom, came out of meditation and said the strangest thing, “I got a message from a woman. She told me she was very upset about leaving her shoes behind!”

We all laughed, but then Betty told us her mom was obsessive when it came to buying shoes, comparing her to Imelda Marcos. When Betty’s mom died, she had an entire room filled with shoes.

As a student of metaphysics and the spiritual dimensions, I cannot claim to be an expert on the subject of multidimensional realities or interdimensional communication. However, I can report my personal experiences, which are certainly real to me, and at the very least, entertaining.

For a long time, I had a rather simplistic view of this subject, as I’ve written about elsewhere. My experience and, thus, my definition included the third dimension (physical reality), the fourth dimension (ghosts, lower entities (elementals), gurus, fairies, and more), and the fifth dimension (spiritual level). However, I have since expanded this view because of the following experience, which also occurred during our regular healing meditation:

As I began to connect in with the group at a distance, I became aware of a wave of undulating light approaching from very far away. It could be described as an ocean wave or perhaps a magic carpet. It seemed to come from millions of light years away, from another universe or solar system, and it appeared to be very powerful. It kept coming and coming, and even when I tried to turn my attention away I was drawn back to watching the wave of brilliant light energy.

Then my attention turned to the group leader, Nancy, except she was no longer totally Nancy. Another spirit seemed to have taken over her body. Perhaps it was her spirit guide, although the phrase “walk-in” comes to mind. (“Walk-in” is a term used to describe a spirit who lives within, and hopefully in harmony with, a person having a physical body.)

Within Nancy—or perhaps it could be described as existing in the same space as Nancy—I observed a magnificent, glorious light being with long blond hair and eyes that were a shade of sparkling blue that is difficult to describe—because I have never seen anything so blue on earth. Even though the being appeared in human form, and seemed to be superimposed over (or in) Nancy, I knew she was not human. She was “off planet,” meaning she was multidimensional and could move between solar systems and dimensions. Her luminosity was nearly blinding.

Turning my attention back to the wave of light, I became somewhat frightened, because it was still headed right toward me and getting closer.  Somehow I knew it was not just a wave of light, but rather a “ship” with consciousness. Perhaps it could be described as a “sentient UFO.” But whatever it was, it came to a graceful stop directly in front of Nancy.

At this point, Nancy kneeled down before the light ship in a prayerful pose with her hands folded together.  She and her conjoined light being seemed to be “talking” to the wave of light as if they were giving a “report.” I had the sense that Nancy and her companion were part of an interplanetary team effort to heal the earth and its inhabitants, and that they were describing their progress to their “supervisor.” As fantastic as all this sounds, it seemed rather like a simple staff meeting. Their discussion seemed quite detailed and lasted about fifteen minutes. My consciousness was definitely not with my physical body at this time, but I cannot say with certainty where this meeting took place.

Then my seventh chakra (spiritual center at the top of the head) began to open further and another energy being came in and said “Hi.” It was pink and cheerful, and it wanted to get inside of me and “see through my eyes.” At first, this seemed okay, but when I opened my eyes I felt a stabbing pain in my left eye, so I closed them again and asked the pink person to leave me alone because its presence made me uncomfortable. Later I wondered if some playful, curious child spirit had left the “ship” without permission and was out exploring on its own.

Finally, I could see Nancy again—who was back to being only Nancy—her spirit companion no longer visible. She was still kneeling with her head bowed, as if she was thanking the light wave and saying goodbye.

Reporting these types of experiences is always a great validation and enormously supportive for everyone involved. During this particular “visitation” I definitely felt that my purpose was to observe and report back to Nancy, to help her become more consciously aware of the valuable service she offers to Planet Earth and its inhabitants.

Not every spirit visitor is from another dimension—sometimes they are from an individual’s past life. A woman called me from California and said she wanted a clairvoyant reading. She felt her current problems were related to an unresolved issue from a past life that was blocking her heart chakra. She wanted to let go of whatever was holding her back from her goal of loving more fully.

When I sat for meditation later that evening, I asked about the woman’s possible past lives. Almost immediately, I began to see a story unfold inside my head. It was almost like watching a movie, beginning with a scene of a knight from the Middle Ages, who was kissing his wife and several children goodbye in the doorway of a primitive hut. He was going on an important mission with the king. The knight was covered in shining armour and looked rather like Sir Lancelot.

Unfortunately, while he was away his entire family was murdered, and the knight vowed he would never love again until he had exacted revenge on those who had killed his wife and children. The knight was then also killed—by having his head cut off!

In conclusion, my spirit guide gave the woman this message: “She draws her strength from this past life as a knight. She is represented by the archetype of the warrior, but now she is turning toward being a warrior for God.”

As I thought about it later, I wondered how such a specific message might be corroborated by the woman. But when I gave her the message the next day, we were both dumbfounded. She related that for the past four months she had been renting videos about knights and the Middle Ages, including Queen Elizabeth and Anne Bolen. In every movie she had seen, one of the main characters had his or her head cut off!

I have experienced other spirit visitors, each with a fantastic story to tell, but I’ll conclude with this one about Lucia. I met her and her parents recently at a healing faire.

I had just barely touched the six-month-old baby, Lucia—who lay quietly in front of me looking very tiny on my large healing table—when a figure began to form on the “viewing screen” in the middle of my head.  An ancient woman with white hair hanging down to her waist and brilliant blue eyes was staring directly at me. The spiritual vibration of the woman—was very strong, and I sensed she was the soul of the child before birth. In other words, she was a representation of the child’s higher self. It also occurred to me that she was the child’s guardian angel, but then I realized she was both. It was as though the spirit of the child was contained within both the small baby before me and the large spirit entity who was staring at me.

“The child will be a great teacher,” said the woman, and I spoke this to the father, who was sitting across from me, his child lying between us.

Then I began to receive further communications from the woman, and there was great emphasis on the message, as though it was quite important. I began to speak the message, although it was not me who spoke, but rather the blue-eyed spirit woman who was channeling the message through me.

“The child will be drawn to Catholicism, but you must allow her to experience many spiritual paths. Tell her they all lead to the same place—the Divine. Explain also the concept of dogma. She will already know this, but you can prevent conflict by exposing her early to many expressions of worship. Take her to church, the yoga ashram, the mosque, and the Buddhist temple.”

At this point, I opened my eyes and looked at Lucia, who was sucking vigorously on one of my knuckles and holding on tightly to one of my fingers. She stared at me intently with her beautiful brown eyes, and her gaze told me that she understood everything I had said. I also felt that behind her eyes were the blue eyes of the spirit woman. Something went between us for a brief moment and I realized it was the pure Flow of Grace. I had been touched by God in the form of a baby, and it was a great gift. Then she was just a baby again, wanting only the breast of her mother.

Ecstasy filled me for the rest of the day as I worked with other people at the faire. My heart had been opened more fully, my vision expanded to that of the child’s.

The next morning, I looked up the baby’s name and discovered an entry on Wikipedia for a Catholic saint called by different yet similar names: St. Lucia, St. Lucie, and St. Lucy. The word “Lucia” bears the same root as the word “light,” and St. Lucia is considered the Patron Saint of the Blind and people with eye trouble. Saint Lucia is said to bring light to the darkness, which one of my favorite images in doing energy healing. Truly, darkness cannot exist when we focus on bringing Divine light into ourselves and each other.

The entry included an image of St. Lucia, and she looked remarkably like the infant Lucia I had met at the faire—she had the same gentle eyes, delicate features, and almond-shaped face.

References:

The Matrix: Bridging Time, Space, Miracles, and Belief by Greg Bradon

We Are Not Alone: The Complete Guide to Interdimensional Cooperation by Atala Dorothy Toy

Delores Cannon, multiple titles

If you are interested in joining Nancy and Bill’s long-distance healing group, please visit www.sacredhealing.us.

Jessica at the Oregon Country Fair

Photo by Joan Emm

GOING TO THE PHILIPPINES

Once again, I have postponed my next trip to the Philippines, because of concerns about general social and planetary instability, weather, finances, and the flu. At this time, I hope to go in March 2010, leaving from the West Coast.  I will visit Rev. Jun Labo and a few other healers, mostly in the Baguio area.

Send me an e-mail if you are interested in such an adventure: psychicsurgery@mind.net.

In the meantime, if you decide to visit the Philippines on your own, here are a few tips:

Travel Tip #1: Take ear plugs to block out the noise and a handkerchief to cover your nose and block the fumes from the many vehicles clogging the streets of the cities and the dust in the countryside.

Travel Tip #2: Pension Natividad, 1690 Del Pilar, Malate, Manila
Telephone (from U.S.): 1-011-63-2-521-0524
This hotel has simple, clean, rooms for around $30 a night. Some of the rooms are air-conditioned. This is a quiet oasis in the midst of Manila with a nice garden and a simple cafe. Many low-budget foreign travelers stay here, including Peace Corp volunteers. Close to the airport and bus terminal.

Travel Tip #3: The easiest way to get to Baguio from Manila—if you are not being privately chauffeured—is to take an AIR-CONDITIONED Victory Liner bus from the Pasay Bus Terminal, just south of Ermita. (Take a taxi to the bus station.) Air travel to Baguio is possible, but because of the high mountain weather the flights are sometimes cancelled.

Travel Tip #4: The Golden Pines Hotel in Baguio is a good choice at about $40-60 a night. Most rooms have two double beds and the rooms are air-conditioned. It’s also close to the main market. Golden Pines has a nice restaurant, free Internet, and the staff is exceptionally friendly.

Travel Tip #5: If you are planning to see a psychic surgeon in the Philippines for the first time, you might want to read PSYCHIC SURGERY & FAITH HEALING (by Jessica Bryan). For a more academic view, also recommended is THE SECRET TEACHINGS OF THE ESPIRITISTAS: A Hidden History of Spiritual Healing by Harvey Martin.

Here is a web site with a list of healers: www.stuartxchange.org This site also has a long article about my last trip to see Jun Labo in Baguio: click “Salmagundi” and read “Washed in the Blood of the Lamb.”

Travel Tip #6: If you have severe air-borne allergies, or a medical condition such as asthma or emphysema, please be cautious when traveling in the Philippines.

Travel Tip #7: The best restaurant for healthy food in Baguio is “Café by the Ruins” on Otek Street, just a couple of blocks from the Golden Pines Hotel.

Travel Tip #8: Not all psychic surgeons are genuine. Only visit a healer who has been recommended by someone who has seen the healer and had a positive experience. If you are planning to visit the Philippines for the first time, go with a reputable tour guide—if you can afford the extra cost. If you are an experienced traveler and can go on your own, call the healer before you buy your airplane ticket to make sure they will be there.

At this time I am able to recommend this healer because I have personally experienced his work:

Rev. Jun Labo
Telephone (from the U.S.): 1-011-63-917-885-9086
444 Naguilan Rd., Baguio City, 2600 Philippines

junlabobaguiohealer.com@Yahoo.com.ph
(Note Jun doesn’t always respond to e-mail so it’s best to call him.)

PSYCHIC SURGERY AND MULTI-DIMENSIONAL REALITY

How can someone simply insert his hand into the body of another person and remove tumors, scar tissue, congealed cholesterol, gall or kidney stones, and stagnant blood clots? Even though I have experienced this many times and have observed it at close hand—most recently at the clinic of Jun Labo in Baguio, Philippines—it still seems unbelievable. Yet, every day at 10 a.m., people from around the world with afflictions of body, mind, and spirit, line up at Rev. Labo’s door in anticipation of their own personal miracle. Three days a week, the same thing happens at The Casa, the clinic of John of God in Abadiânia, Brazil. This phenomenon cannot be easily dismissed.

What is “psychic surgery?” Perhaps you have heard about it before, but most of what was said was negative. In fact, there are many false healers, whose primary motivation is to make money from the suffering of others, but there are also incredibly gifted psychic surgeons. In order for a human being to be endowed with the ability to perform psychic surgery, she must be willing to enter into relationship with spirit. She must have what the Filipinos call the Power, meaning the ability to allow intense higher vibrations to flow through her for the purpose of helping others. Thus, psychic surgery can be understood to involve mediumship, which is the receiving of information and energy from spirit in a process called channeling. The healer uses this spiritual energy to affect positive change in the material world, i.e., remove disease from another person’s physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual bodies.

Psychic surgery is also referred to as faith-healing or bare-handed surgery. The healer’s hands function like magnets inside of the body, drawing diseased tissue toward them, which is then removed and thrown away. Simply put, the body is opened in much the same way as medical doctors do when using a scalpel, except that in psychic surgery there is no cutting, no anesthesia is used, and there is no pain, scars, or infection. The incisions can even be made by the healer merely pointing a finger at the skin of the patient from a distance of one foot away. This process is entirely safe, however, because psychic surgeons are directed by the Holy Spirit and highly evolved, powerful spirit guides.

To better understand psychic surgery, imagine the body is like a glass of water. When you slip your finger into the water, the molecules of the water separate to make room for your finger, and when you remove your finger, the water fills in the space left behind.

Clearly, psychic surgery involves some law of physics we do not yet understand. In her book Going Within: A Guide for Inner Transformation, Shirley MacLaine describes her meeting with a well-respected Filipino healer: “Something we don’t understand is occurring, and I believe it is evidence of alternative realities and higher-dimensional capability.” (New York: Bantam Dell, 1989.)

We are physical beings living in a material world we call the 3rd dimension and experience through our five senses. But we are simultaneously so much more. Our 3rd dimensional world merges into the etheric plane, and from there into the 4th dimension, which is also called the astral plane. This alternate universe is inhabited by all sorts of spirits, entities, gurus, elementals, fairies, and ghosts—much like the spirits in the television show “Ghost Whisperer,” those unfortunate souls who have died but haven’t yet crossed over into the light because they have unfinished business on Earth. The astral plane can be visited consciously through astral projection, meditation, near death experience, lucid dreaming, and other means.

The 4th dimension has many levels, serving as a graduated bridge, or ladder, between the 3rd and 5th dimensions. (Different theories postulate anywhere from seven to 49 astral levels.) This bridge allows for the possibility of anyone making contact with the spiritual realms. However, in order to travel to the higher planes, we must first be filled with love for ourselves and others, and learn the necessary skills to raise our conscious awareness.

The 4th dimension merges into the 5th, which some people call heaven. This where Jesus and the saints, angels, and archangels reside. Some theorize that there are even higher spiritual dimensions, but in most religions this is the highest realm a soul can reach. Multi-dimensional reality is a complex subject and there are conflicting theories. Ultimately we will not really know the complete nature and structure of the universe until we die and “go to the light.”

My personal experience is that I am “here” in physical reality, but I am also simultaneously “there” in the spiritual realm. I perceive this “other place” with my inner vision during meditation, and when I am working with clients doing energetic healing and clairvoyant readings. I begin by reciting the Lord’s Prayer, which opens my 7th chakra (the energy center just above the top of the head). This allows me to receive information from my spirit guides, including messages for others. In this way, I experience myself as a multi-dimensional being.

You can begin your own journey of making contact with alternative dimensions by using the simple exercises given below. Just focus your awareness on the Divine—and, remember, your intention directs your destination.

EXERCISE: Connecting to Divine Energy

Sit in a relaxed pose with your feet on the floor and your hands in your lap, palms up. Imagine there is a cord of any color or thickness going from the base of your spine to the center of the earth. Once you create your cord, it will always be available to ground you. All you have to do is think about it. Your cord can go through solid objects, even if you are on the top floor of a tall building or flying in an airplane.

Next, visualize a large ball of sparkling, golden light about a foot above you. Bring this light gently down into the top of your head. See it moving throughout your body: your throat, heart, solar plexus, and abdomen. Send it down your arms and legs, and back up. Finally, flush the light down through your grounding cord, taking with it any “dis-ease” or negativity.

EXERCISE: Connecting to Earth Energy

Begin as above, but instead create a cord attached to the bottom of each foot. Visualize earth energy moving gently up towards you through these cords. Feel it enter your feet and begin to rise up into your body until it has filled you completely. This energy will feel thick and relaxing. Try this meditation when you feel overstimulated, stressed, or have trouble sleeping.

THE TENTH LIFE OF MR. FLUFFY

Animals have spiritual lives, too, as evidenced in the following true story about a “Fifth Dimensional Feline Healing”

“Mr. Fluffy” was a Himalayan cat with long white hair and gorgeous blue eyes who lived with us for seven years. I called him my “angel boy” because he was so ethereal, so much more than a mere cat. Sometimes I imagined he was a higher soul who had taken a feline body because of some past-life karma we had together.
Unfortunately, he was quite naïve. As a kitten, he fell off the roof chasing a blue jay, and he contracted liver flukes from drinking the outdoor bird water. He didn’t seem to understand that there were people and other animals in the world that might do him harm, and this made him prone to getting in trouble. In the spring of 2007, he was attacked by a feral cat and contracted the feline version of AIDS (called FIV). He died three months later, despite all attempts to save him.
Even though I am clairvoyant and do a form of energy healing from the Philippines called “magnetic healing,” I was unable to change the course of Mr. Fluffy’s final illness. But the situation did bring us into deeper telepathic communication. Even before he passed, Mr. Fluffy told me that after his body died he would stay with me in spirit. He would be one of my Spirit Guides when I do clairvoyant readings and healing with other animals. He said being in spirit would be much easier, because then he would be pure light and wouldn’t have to deal with the urges of his feline body. As a cat, he had always had a hard time controlling himself.
After he was gone, my telepathic communication with him became even stronger, although it wasn’t always a positive experience. Two weeks after he died—while I was holding Buster, one of our other cats—I felt an energetic wave of loneliness and remorse moving towards me. It was Fluffy’s Spirit. Perhaps he was observing me with Buster, and it made him realize how much he missed me. I had the sense that he was stuck in some sort of “spiritual limbo,” but that someone was telling him it was time to “go to the light.”
At first, I didn’t know what to say or do, but then I started telling Buster, “You can be my number one and a half, but never Number One, because Fluffy will always be my Number One.” I wanted to communicate to the Spirit of Mr. Fluffy that no one could ever take his place.
Sensing it was time for our final goodbye, I lay down on my healing table with Mr. Fluffy’s photo held to my chest. I felt him in spirit as he lay down, too, for one final “heart hug.” At this point, it definitely felt like another a spirit—one that was vibrating at a very high level—was directing everything.
The Spirit of Mr. Fluffy sat upright on my chest and looked at me for a moment. Then I felt the cord between us at the heart chakra level being pulled out. It was extremely painful, both emotionally and physically. I could hardly believe how much it hurt. I began to weep from the pain, but also relief because I knew that now we could both move on.
As his Spirit began to slowly move away from me, I sensed he was holding the hand of an enormous angel, who was guiding him towards the light. He turned once and looked back at me, and then they were gone.
As I continued to cry, I felt my Spirit Guide come towards me as a ray of rose-colored light. He pressed his energetic hand into my heart, as if to close up the wound left by the cord removal. I understood this because I do the same thing for my human clients after removing an energetic cord. My chest became quite warm from my Spirit Guide’s energy, and then I felt him patting my head until I stopped crying.
Seven months later, during meditation, I asked God to show me where the Spirit of Mr. Fluffy had gone. Almost instantly, I was in a place that can only be described as “animal heaven.” It was filled with iridescent crystal light and appeared in the form of a beautiful, colorful garden. There were no human souls there, but rather thousands of different kinds of animals, who were engaged in active play. They were running and laughing, and when they jumped they would rise up fifteen feet into the air, as if free from the constraints of gravity. It was the most incredible thing I thing I’ve ever seen (in any dimension!).
There was just SO MUCH JOY!
Then I noticed the Spirit of Mr. Fluffy, and he wasn’t doing so well. He appeared sunken into himself and filled with sadness. His head was down on his paws and his eyes were closed. I sensed that he had no idea where he was, and that he was feeling sorry for himself. Perhaps he felt like he had failed us (and himself) by getting into a fight that made him sick and caused his physical death.
Mr. Fluffy’s feeling tone of regret was overwhelming. I began to pray to God for help, and I talked to the Spirit of Mr. Fluffy, telling him things like: “I forgive you. It wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry for anything I did that might have hurt you. Maybe I expected too much of you.”
After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. The look on his face seemed to say: “Where am I?”
At this point, my attention was turned away. When I looked back at him, I saw that he was sitting up and looking around in amazement. Again, my attention I was drawn away. A moment later, I saw that now he was lying down in a full stretch and yawning, as if he was coming out of his stupor.
Finally, I observed the Spirit of Mr. Fluffy playing with another cat spirit. He was chasing his new feline friend and having the “time of his life.” At one point, he turned his head towards me, smiled, and winked. It was hard to let him go, but mostly it was a relief to see him moving into a more positive spiritual space.
Everyone knows cats have nine lives, but I was blessed to observe the “Tenth Life of Mr. Fluffy”—the life he is now living in the spiritual realm. I have had other “messages from spirit” telling me that he will come back in a new incarnation, and I remain open to this possibility. But since our Fifth Dimensional healing, I have not missed him quite so much.

Jessica is available for clairvoyant readings with your pets who are ill or who have crossed over. Contact: psychicsurgery@mind.net or 541-535-6044.

An Amazing Healing Story

A few weeks ago, I posted an e-mail from a woman who had visited the psychic surgeon, Jun Labo, and received an amazing healing, actually 14 amazing healings. Below is the ten-day diary kept by her daughter, which details the entire family’s experience:

My Mum’s Healing with Jun Labo, Baguio City

About 4 years ago I met a remarkable woman who had a glass eye. Apparently many years earlier she had been diagnosed with cancer. The tumor was behind her eye and during the surgery she had to have her eye removed and replaced with a glass one. Further tests found that the cancer had spread to her liver and lymph glands. She was given 6 months to live. Out of faith, she took a trip to the Philippines to see a psychic surgeon and 15 years later she is still here to tell the tale. She described how the man she had gone to see lifted the tumor out of her body with his bare hands, without even a mark on her body. I thought to myself, I am going to remember this miracle.
Three and a half years later, I was walking by the river with my mum and she burst into tears. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she was having difficulty speaking and getting her mouth around words and that she thought she had had a stroke. Her MRI came back clear. I started to worry that she might have developed a neurological condition and so did my brother, so we encouraged her to see a neurologist. The news was not good. She was diagnosed with Motor Neuron Disease and not the good type—she had the one that progresses very quickly. They don’t know what causes it and they don’t know how to cure it. My mother is my best friend and I refuse to lose her. You don’t realize until something like this happens how much you take it for granted that your mother will be there to walk you down the aisle and to see the birth of your children. Mum has always been into natural healing and she is a spiritual soul so we decided to try everything to save her. I immediately got on the Internet and started searching for psychic healers in the Philippines. I was so conscious that there are charlatans out there and I wanted to be sure that we were going to the see the best.
I finally found a website www.stuartxchange.org with a detailed journal written by an American author and healer, Jessica Bryan. She wrote a book on the topic of psychic surgery and has done considerable research. In her journal, she wrote about her trip to see a man called Jun Labo in Baguio.
I managed to contact Jessica via e-mail and she told me that Jun Labo was an incredible healer and that he would be a great person to go and see. My stepfather Brian also got in contact with her and she gave us lots of great advice about what we could expect, the cost per treatment (100 Euros) and information on how casual Jun is (you don’t need to book). I’m so glad I found Jessica. I’m writing this journal because my mother will be healed.
Today my mother, Brian, and I headed off to Baguio for 10 days of healing with psychic surgeon and faith healer Jun Labo. I have read a little bit about psychic surgery, and it’s pretty freaky stuff, but many people have lived to tell their tales because of it. There are so many things in this world that cannot be explained, so I’m filled with hope.
Well, we are finally here. The flight was okay, but I didn’t get a lot of sleep. When we arrived in Manila, it was stinking hot and very chaotic. It’s is like a poorer China. The poverty was pretty full on in the city, but as we got further away, the countryside started to look a lot like Bal, filled with rice fields, buffalo, and thriving little villages. We took a 7-hour bus ride up to Baguio City.
It’s amazing—we climbed and climbed—very scary bus ride—not looking forward to the bus back, but it was well worth it. We are right in the mountains, surrounded by sheer cliffs and green peaks. All of the houses are built on the hillsides and cliffs—and there are a lot of big mansions alongside Filipino “favellas.” The contrast between rich and poor is quite extreme.
We are in the middle of a big tropical thunderstorm now, but when we got here it was about mid 20s and muggy—because we are in the mountains it’s a lot cooler here than it was in Manila.
We went for a taxi ride this afternoon just to find Jun Labo’s clinic and we caught up with him briefly, so it’s all real now! Mum is going for her first session in the morning. I’ve been very nervous about it, but since meeting him I feel much better. He’s 74 but he looks about 50 and has a really good vibe. The city is bustling but it has a more country-like feel than Manila, and the people are very friendly. I have traveled through a lot of Asia, and while there are obvious similarities between different Asian countries, each one has its own flavor. Taxis are a popular form of transport but the local way to travel is in a Jeepney—an extended Jeep—like a small bus. Each Jeepney is decorated in its own way and has its own personality and name—very cute. I’m getting a lot of attention because I am blonde, but it is just out of curiosity and I definitely don’t feel threatened by it. We are still figuring out the food. It has a strong American flavor, but I am trying to experience the local cuisine—which admittedly is a bit hit and miss.

September 6
I witnessed something this morning that will change my life forever. We arrived at Jun Labo’s house at about 10 am. People come here from all over the world to be healed, but this morning it was just us. We sat down on the couch and he chatted with us for a while. It turns out that he lived in Sydney for many years and has two sons that still live there. While we were there we were introduced to a lady called Brijanna from America who is here studying with Jun.
Jun sat with us for a bit, as though he was waiting for the right moment, then led us downstairs to a room with a simple table and put on a white short sleeved lab coat. He asked mum to take off her clothes but leave her underwear on. I felt an incredible emotional energy run through me as he lay her down on the table. Brian and I were encouraged to watch and were even allowed to take photos and video the procedure. As Jun was about to begin, I felt tears streaming down my face, tears of emotion but also fear. I wanted this to be the answer but I had no idea what to expect.
I cannot explain what happened next. Let me first tell you that this was an open room, he had short sleeves on and Brian and I were no more than 3 feet from the table where she lay. He started by laying his hands on her stomach, with his fingers gently pressing into her skin. As he pressed, a pool of blood formed around his fingers and started to run down her stomach. I heard Brian gasp, and I just kept on crying, neither of us moving. Wherever he moved his fingers her stomach appeared to open and more blood flowed out. He first dug his fingers a little deeper into one part of her stomach and pulled out what looked like a stringy bit of tissue. He laid it on her stomach. He kept touching her throat, stomach and the top of her head as though these were the areas he needed to focus on. Blood flowed from everywhere he touched her. Then he dug deeper into the left side of her stomach—as he did, a big stream of blood spurted some 3 feet out of her stomach and all over the floor. He reached further inside and pulled a big meaty lump from her body, the size of a golf ball. I cried more and my whole body shook.
It was all over in less than 10 minutes, but that 10 minutes shook my world. He cleaned up all the blood and mum stood up. There was not one physical mark on her. She rushed to Brian, and I and burst into tears. It was an unbelievable experience—one that I will never be able to explain but am so happy to have witnessed. Afterwards I asked mum what she felt. She said that she felt no pain, only the gentle pressing of Jun’s hands and the blood running down her body. When the lump was removed she felt a rush in her body which she described like “something had erupted out of her.” I asked Jun later what it was and he said that what he had removed was affecting her lungs, neck area, and heart. He told me he needed to do more work, but that my mum was going to be okay. My heart sang. To be brutally honest I was at first traumatized by the procedure. It was heart-wrenching, emotional, and downright scary to watch your own mother go through something like that.
I spent the rest of the day with my stomach in knots but also full of hope, because I had witnessed something that everyone would question, but something that no one could explain. I had witnessed my mother begin her journey to recovery. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering through the city, shopping and getting to know Baguio. Mum was really light-hearted and laughed a lot at Brian and me because she felt so good and we looked so traumatized! I am filled with hope for what this great man can do for my mum in the next 10 days. I have faith that I will take her home healed.

September 7
I had a terrible time sleeping last night. My stomach was still in knots from the day’s events and I kept running through everything in my mind over and over. I kept glancing over at mum sleeping in the bed next to me thinking that I might see angels floating above her bed looking after her Her healing was a spiritual awakening for me.
Well, another amazing and emotional day today. This morning mum, Brian, and I went see Jun for mum’s second healing. Today was even more emotional more for me than yesterday. Whenever I step foot downstairs in the healing room, I start to cry. It’s like my whole body is filled with hope and fear. When mum lay down on the table, Jun put his hands on her stomach and the blood started to flow again around his fingers. He worked a bit on the same area as yesterday, removing stringy bits of tissue, but the miracle came when he started to focus on her throat. He worked on one side and started to pull out a long piece of tissue—he tugged at it, and it came out piece by piece—a foot or so long in all. He then moved to the other side of the throat, stuck his finger into her body and a big glob of yellow junk came gushing from her neck. It was disgusting and amazing, all in one. He wiped it on a towel and showed it to mum. She had always said that at times she felt like her throat was clogged with mucous. When the treatment finished, mum rushed to Brian and gave him a big hug.
I sobbed again through the whole procedure—I’m hoping the emotion of it all will reduce with each treatment, but I’m not doing too well so far. When I asked her what she felt this time, she said she felt the long piece of tissue being pulled from her throat. Mum had a massage afterwards, and Brian and I sat for a while chatting with Jun. I asked him when he first discovered that he had this gift. He said he was just 15 when he knew, but that he was not ready to embrace it at such a young age, and it was only later that he began to practice it. I also asked Jun if he could tell just by looking at someone if they needed a healing—he simply told me that I had a blockage in one ovary and that I would benefit from a healing. I really want to do it, but I need a few more days to absorb everything. It’s the blood that scares me. When we got back to the hotel, mum’s voice sounded a little better. It deteriorated a bit later in the day, but I can see changes in her, particularly her spirit—she is laughing and smiling a lot, which is in big contrast to Brian and me. We are both still coming to terms with what we have seen. She also didn’t choke on her lunch, which was great. I said to mum today that I almost feel like I should apologize for putting her through this. She simply smiled and said, “This is what I came for.”

September 8
When we woke up this morning, Brian declared that he would be having a healing with Jun today. About 4 months ago, he had an operation to remove a small cancer from his prostrate so he decided to get Jun to check if he was all clear. I’m not ready just yet, but I think I might be tomorrow. My aim today was not to cry! When we got to Jun’s, there was a group of Koreans filming a documentary about psychic surgeons. Apparently, Jun had cured one of Korea’s most famous singers from throat cancer. They asked if they could film mum and Brian being healed. Brian went first, so as not to lose his nerve. Jun asked the camera crew to stop filming because he wanted to check Brian’s prostrate, he also held up a towel for privacy. After examining Brian’s private parts, he gave a nod and said it all looks pretty good, there is just a very small amount of tissue to remove, which he did.
He then proceeded to remove some tissue from Brian’s abdomen then moved up to his throat. As Jun worked on Brian’s neck, a massive glob of yellow muck came from his throat, just like mum’s—and there was something from around his heart. Brian and I were secretly hoping to traumatize mum (like she had done to us), but as she saw the yellow muck emerge, she started to laugh. I love that she is in such high spirits. Brian said he could feel stuff oozing out of him, but he felt no pain whatsoever. When Malcolm (Jun’s assistant) showed him the muck that had been removed, Brian almost threw up!
Mum lay down on the table next. This time when Jun reached into her stomach, he pulled out red/black chunks that looked a lot like blood clots. Brijanna seemed to think that Jun was working on her nervous system at the base of her spine. He then went up to her neck and this time pulled out big strings of tissue from both sides of her neck—much more than in the previous two sessions. Mum said she could feel the sensation of them being removed, but of course there was no pain. She is still really happy and smiles and laughs a lot.
The biggest change I have noticed is in her ability to swallow. The first couple of days of our trip, I noticed her choking on her food at least once during every meal, but since yesterday she has choked very little, if at all. She also said that the twitching in her muscles is much less frequent. I pray with all my heart that her voice will return properly. I have so much faith in Jun. He is incredibly psychic, and he told me that mum “thinks too much” and that she has to leave her troubles behind her.
I’m nervous about being treated tomorrow, but I want my ovary fixed. I’m also going to ask Jun about my bladder and ask him if he can clear away all the emotion I know I have locked up inside me. The good news is that I didn’t cry today—a breakthrough!

September 9
I put on my granny jocks this morning in preparation for my healing. I decided I was going to make my final decision when I got there, but at least mentally I felt like today was the day. We got there a little earlier this morning, so mum and I did some meditation with Jun and Brijanna. I felt really emotional during the meditation—I guess because I was anxious about my own healing, but also because I feel a really strong emotional energy when I’m at Jun’s house.
We went downstairs to the healing room, and I went first because the blood scares me and I didn’t want to lose my nerve. I lay down on the table and didn’t cry. I shut my eyes and prayed through the whole thing. I felt Jun’s fingers on my body and blood sliding off my sides. When he began to dig deeper into my left ovary area, I could feel his hands inside me. It was the weirdest sensation I have ever felt. Mum and Brian hadn’t mentioned this to me, so I was surprised to feel it.
There was no pain, just a feeling of discomfort, like someone was rummaging around inside of me. I know from the video that he pulled lots of blood clots out of my lower belly—he said it was old blood from my periods and that it was giving me trouble. It was also obvious that he was doing something to my ovary. He told me later that it was sitting too low in my stomach, and so he raised it up to its proper position, cleaned it, and removed the fatty blockage he had told me about a couple of days earlier. Next Jun ran his fingers up the length of my body from stomach to chest, working his magic as he went. He asked me to turn over and he did some work on my lower back. This was weird, because I could really feel him working away inside me again. Afterwards, I felt amazing, despite a dull ache in my lower back. I felt like I could breathe for the first time in days, like he had cleared away some of the emotion and anxiety of the week’s events. I got home that night still suffering from ovary pain and a sore lower back—nothing to worry about—more like period pain.
Mum had another great session. He has started working now on the base of her neck and the large lump she has had on her neck for a long time is reducing with each day. He also pulled more tissue from her neck and continues to work on her abdomen area. With each day, I notice little improvements in her attitude, her muscles, or her facial expression. Her voice will come back, said Jun. He told me he is getting to the deeper layers now.
After the healing, we had a great session with Brijanna. She taught us how to meditate and gave us some exercises to release trapped emotion. This is something both mum and I really need. Later in the evening, we met Brijanna for dinner at Cafe by the Ruins, which has become our favorite little eatery. It’s the only place where we have found good coffee. We had a great night chatting about all sorts of spiritual things. She’s a healer herself so she has incredible insight, and we’ve had a great time getting to know her. She has certainly opened my eyes to things I never thought possible.

September 10
My back was still aching when I got up this morning, so I asked Jun if that was normal—he said it was the result of the work he had done. Later in the day, I got my period. Backaches are a common sort of period pain for me. I guess he really got my ovary working again properly. Mum did some more meditation this morning before her session. This time, Jun seemed to work more on her nerves. He pulled more tissue from her neck and worked around her eye—the one with lingering problems from a dose of shingles. He then worked a lot around her head and nerves. He also removed more tissue from the base of her neck. I asked Jun later what he saw in mum today and he gestured with his hands that her life force was climbing. Later in the day, we went to the “pink sisters,” a church where the nuns dress in pink. You can put a prayer and a donation in a box at the church and they will pray for you for a month. We were lucky enough to get there just as the nuns started to sing, which was beautiful to watch. Brian and I both put a prayer in the box, so the prayers for mum will start today.

September 11
Mum and I did some meditation again this morning, and I really relaxed for the first time. Afterwards, we sat and chatted with Jun for a while. Brian was keen to get a second healing and asked Jun about his blood sugar and getting his “bits” operational again. Brian was first up on the table. Because he was getting his private parts worked on, Jun put a sheet up so we couldn’t see. Jun said there was a small blockage and proceeded to remove something. He then started to work on Brian’s chest, saying there was a blockage in one of his heart valves—he pulled out lots of blood clot looking things from Brian’s chest.
Mum was next. Today Jun asked her to lay on her stomach first and pulled out lots of tissue and junk from the base of her neck again. When he turned her over, he said there was quite a large tumor in the side if her neck that he would remove tomorrow. He did more work around her stomach and along her nerves. Afterwards I asked Jun how she was doing—he smiled and said she is doing well. He has a beautiful smile that lights up his whole face.

September 12
This is day 7, so mum asked the psychic surgeon today if she needed to double up on any sessions—he said yes, so she had two healings this morning. During the first session, he pulled more tissue from her neck and shoulder, and released a big glob of mucous again like he did earlier in the week—but this time it was more brown and quite gross. He worked a lot around her eye and pulled out a big piece of tissue from somewhere near her eyebrow. He also cleared a blockage from her heart. Brijanna said Jun was doing a lot more work on her nerves and even her kidneys.
During mum’s second session, Jun pulled more big strings of tissue from the base of her neck and appeared to work more on her nerves again. In short—he did a lot of work on mum today! Afterwards, we went to lunch at Cafe by the Ruins with Brijanna.

September 13
This morning we set off for another healing with Jun. When we arrived he was all dressed in white and looked very striking. When mum entered the healing room, she asked Jun about her tongue and her voice. He started working on her stomach area first, and then asked her to poke out her tongue. He pulled more tissue and gunk from behind her ear. Then he started to work on her eye. This is the freaky part: he pulled her eye out of its socket and appeared to clean it. He laid the eye on her cheek and did some more work behind her eye. It was just sitting there, still attached to the socket. I have never seen anything like it!
During mum’s second session, Jun asked her to lie face down and then we saw something even more incredible. He removed a massive growth from the back of her head, near the top of her neck—it was bigger than an egg! He then reached back into the same spot and said, “Now I am pulling out the roots.” Out came white/pink tissue and more blood clots. He then worked some more on her lower back. I am amazed by something different every day we go to the clinic.
We spoke a bit to Brijanna today about mum’s recovery, and she explained that just like any operation or procedure the physical results will take time to be completed—the body has to integrate the work that has been done. We are already seeing some big changes in mum, and it’s exciting to think that more improvement will happen. Brijanna said by Monday all the energy work will be done, and then the body has to settle. Only two more days to go!

September 14
I had my second session today. I asked Jun to look at the little lump under my collar bone and to check my heart, just for peace of mind. He removed two lumps near both of my collar bones, and then moved down to my ovaries and uterus—he appeared to push them up. When I spoke to Brijanna later, she said he was “adjusting” my uterus. He checked my heart, gave it the all clear, and then he ran his hand up the centre of my body to my throat. He told me later that he had opened my chakras and that if someone was ill, I should touch them.
Mum had two sessions again this morning. During session one, Jun asked her to poke out her tongue—as she did, he pulled out lots of tissue from beneath her chin and throat. During the second session, he pulled out more tissue from the back of her neck. He then started to squeeze the remaining lump on her neck—a bit like he was popping a pimple. Out came a massive blob of what looked like blood clots. When mum and Brian spoke to Jun afterwards, he said the work was pretty much done and that tomorrow he would take one final look to be sure she was all clear. We had another brief session with Brijanna and learned how to channel healing energy into others and how to heal ourselves. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon sightseeing—we went to the Botanical gardens, manor hotel, mansion house and SM for coffee, before making our way back to the hotel.

September 15
Today is our last day in this amazing little city in the sky. Mum had another two sessions with Jun today and, as promised, he did a lot of work checking her whole body over, pulling out more tissue from around her neck and completing her healing. I had been spending a lot of time with mum before we came to Baguio, but because we were spending every hour together on this trip, early on I really got to see how her condition had progressed. On day one and two before the healing, she was choking a lot on her food and she was unsteady on her feet. Brian and I were holding her arm going up and down the stairs, because she was prone to tripping
Now, after 10 days of healing, she is a new woman. Whereas before she was going down, now her life force is coming up. She is choking much less, the expression has returned to her face, and she is no longer tripping. In fact, in the last three days, Brian and I have not needed to help her up and down the stairs at all. She has also told me that her muscles aren’t twitching nearly as much. I really hope that her voice returns, because it’s the one thing that is most obvious, and because my brothers are hoping she will get better. I have faith that with time her voice will return, and I’m already seeing small signs of improvement
We had a perfect afternoon. Brijanna took us to a day spa, and we spent the whole afternoon getting foot massages, facials, and massages—two and a half hours for $30 Aust. I just love this place
We went out with Brijanna to the Manor House for dinner to say goodbye and thank you. I’m going to miss her. Before dinner we sat in the piano bar and ordered champagne cocktails to celebrate. Tomorrow is Brian’s birthday, and with mum feeling so good we had lots of reasons to celebrate. The piano man was taking requests, so Brian asked him to play the song that was played at their wedding. They got up and danced. It made me so happy to see my mum twirling round on the dance floor with Brian, a big smile on her face. It was magical. Although mum is the one who has been healed, this was a healing trip for all of us, especially Brian. I jokingly call Brian a “meat and potatoes man,” but this journey has been an incredibly spiritual experience for him. I know he came on this trip for my mum, because he wanted to have her in his life so much that he was open and willing to see a faith healer. But I don’t think he expected it to open his eyes and his mind to experiences he never thought possible. It has been amazing to witness.
I can’t tell you how glad I am that I met the remarkable woman in Sydney, who told me her story of survival and of psychic surgery. smf yhat I was able to track down Jessica, who was so giving of her time and knowledge on the subject, and that I have made friends with another gifted healer, Brijanna.
But above all, I am so grateful that this amazing journey led us to Jun Labo, a man who oozes charisma, and who has an incredible gift and a beautiful smile. He has given back hope and life to people all over the world. All I can say is thank you for giving me my mum back.

Healing in Baguio

A few weeks ago I was contacted via e-mail by the husband of a woman with terminal motor neuron disease. They wanted my advice as to whether psychic surgery could help ease her suffering. I advised him to take her to Baguio to see Rev. Jun Labo, a psychic surgeon.

 

A few weeks passed, and then I heard from someone in Baguio that she was there with her family and was undergoing psychic surgery. Evidentially, Jun had removed “a string of dead tissues” from her neck and tumors from her forehead. Previously, she had not been able to speak, but after her first few treatments she regained her voice.

 

Today, I received an e-mail from the woman, who is now back in her home country, and I’d like to share it with the readers of this blog:

 

“We are home now after our amazing experiences in the Philippines. As it turned out, we were the only ones seeking healing except for one day when a fellow from Europe was there. On our first day, I just lay there with my eyes closed, feeling Jun’s hands on me and blood running down my side. When I got off the table, all I saw was my daughter crying and my husband in a state of shock. I felt very happy and couldn’t understand their reaction. My husband had taken a video of it all, which I later viewed. I guess no matter what you have read about psychic healing it is still unbelievable when you see it really happening. I had 14 healings in all, and my family had several, too. 

 

One day, there was a film crew from Korea that was doing a documentary on Faith Healing in the Philippines. They filmed my husband and myself during healing and interviewed us afterwards. Apparently, a famous Korean singer had been cured of throat cancer by Jun, so they wanted to find out about it. The film is to go to air in Korea at the end of this month

 

I am feeling considerably better, and was told I would keep on improving in the following months. We had a video of all the healings and it has created a lot of interest amongst our friends. We are extremely grateful for your concern and interest, and quick response to our original communications.”

 

 

These remarkable healings would not have occurred for this family—who live several continents away from where I do in Oregon—if not for the services provided by wordpress.com and stuartxchange.org. So I hope those in charge of these free Internet sites are reading this and know how much they are appreciated. Thank you!

 

 

As always, please feel free to contact me if you have questions: psychicsurgery@mind.net.

God Bless You!

Jessica

Psychic Surgery and Faith Healing – the Book

The author Maureen Murdock writes in her book “Unreliable Truth,” that a person writes a memoir in order to take a look back at a significant time in her life in order to understand it. My book about the Philippines is a memoir about my personal experiences with the healers, who impacted my life in ways I am still trying to comprehend. The book also contains an in-depth essay on the obscure, often misunderstood subject of psychic surgery.

 

Most of the people I’ve meet since the book came out have wanted to engage me in a discussion of “is it real or is it fake?” Particularly radio interviewers.  This question is irrelevant, from my perspective, the more important issue being how humans living in physical bodies interact with the spiritual dimensions. If we are truly Spirit made manifest, how can we experience ourselves more fully as Spirit? 

The book contains a good story that is quite funny in places; it also offers a close look at life in a country very different from America. Previous posts have contained sections from the essay, but today I’m going to post excerpts from the memoir. First my favorite passage, and then my favorite chapter:

 

“We leave in the jeepney before dawn the next day—Joseph drives east, first crossing the wide flood plain that runs north/south through the center of Luzon. This area is an enormous river when it rains, but now, in the dry season, the jeepney raises a cloud of dust. Mile after mile, the wind flows through the open windows bringing with it the smell of the dry fields, cow manure, cooking fires, and molasses. The dust of the road contains everything that has ever existed. This fine powder, carried around the world by breeze, squall, and tempest, might once have been my ancestor, the clouds of another planet, or even my own body. When Joseph stops the jeepney for a short break, I wander out into the fields, my sandaled feet kicking up some farmer’s forgotten furrow, and I feel as if I am touching the stars, the moon, the very heart of God. I meet myself in the fragmented earth.”

“THE FILIPINO ELVIS PRESLEY

 

 

Ti arac managrabrabac. Wine creates a jovial atmosphere.

 Since early morning, the man known locally as the “Filipino Elvis Presley” has been carefully stirring the contents of a large pot over an open fire on the other side of the irrigation ditch. He was given this nickname because of the emotion that pours from his slight, angular frame when he sings—as if every cell of his body is lamenting his own, private “Heartbreak Hotel.” Although he is blind in one eye and has a large gap in the front of his mouth where he is missing two teeth, he is quite attractive.

 

I am distracted from thinking about Elvis when visitors arrive. Descending from several jeepneys parked in front of the church, they are dressed in their Sunday clothes, the children scrubbed until their faces shine. The adults are carrying packages and bedrolls bound with twine.

 

“Today we welcome our Brothers and Sisters from Maria Aurora,” announces Mely. “They have traveled many hours to celebrate The Lord with us.”

 

Soon everyone is drifting to the patio behind the church, and the packages are piled on a table. The visiting women, who are wearing nylon stockings even in the stifling heat, sit and begin to fan themselves. They look like a bouquet of drooping flowers. Mely welcomes each person individually and, as usual, I do not understand most of the conversation. They are from an isolated, mountain province far to the east and do not speak English. I can only observe as Mely and Trinidad serve the guests tall glasses of sweet, lukewarm tea and cookies. After awhile, the women retire to the house to begin cooking, and the children disappear in the direction of the basketball court.

 

My gaze begins to wander again across the irrigation ditch. Most of the men have gathered in front of Buyat’s nipa hut. They are sitting in a large circle, laughing and singing, and they appear to be passing a bottle around.

 

Drawn to their laughter, and to Elvis and his pot, I balance myself carefully on the log that crosses the ditch, inching my way slowly. When I arrive at the circle of men, at first they seem disconcerted by my presence. Perhaps a Filipino woman would never be so bold as to join in the camaraderie of men.

 

But then Joseph smiles. “Jessica, sit here with us,” he says, motioning to a chair beside him. “I will give you a taste of basi, sugarcane wine.”

 

This produces some snickering among the assembled men—perhaps they are aware of the attraction between Joseph and me. They watch closely as he pours some of the clear liquid into a small glass, their joking silenced. Taking a sip, I begin to choke violently. Gasping for breath, I nearly fall on the ground. Basi is strong like vodka or tequila, but my “initiation” must be completed. I drink the rest of the wine quickly and without further difficulty. The men applaud and roar their approval.

 

They return to their drinking and gossiping, and my attention is drawn back to Elvis, who is a short distance away, still stirring. Unnoticed by the others, I quietly approach him.

 

“What are you cooking in your pot?”

 

“Ah, Jes-se-ka, this is very special. This soup is the head of the dog. It makes man very strong with woman.”

 

He says this with great reverence, as I gasp and recoil backwards from him and the pot, my American love of pets standing in stark contradiction to the Filipino habit of eating just about anything. Consider balut, for example: fertilized eggs containing the partially-formed bodies of ducks, which are boiled and eaten. (Balut are also believed to have aphrodisiac qualities.)

 

Unable to come to terms with either the idea of eating the family dog or the mystery of male virility, I decide it would be better to return to the more reasonable activity of cooking with the other women.”

 

Blessings to you, gentle reader, from Jessica at:

 

e-mail: psychicsurgery@mind.net

 

 

 

Visiting a Psychic Surgeon

Although a complete and fairly up-to-date list of healers in the Philippines can be found at www.stuartxchange.org, the only healer I am recommending at this time is Rev. Jun Labo, who has his clinic in Baguio. I spent the month of March 2008 with Jun and took a class with him on mediumship. I also received healing from him, and, in my opinion, he is a true healer. You can read about these experiences in my article entitled “Washed in the Blood of the Lamb,” which is posted at www.stuartexchange.org. There is also a chapter about my visit to Jun in 1995 in my book entitled: PSYCHIC SURGERY & FAITH HEALING: An Exploration of Multi-Dimensional Realities, Indigenous Healing, and Medical Miracles in the Philippine Lowlands (2007, Lompico Creek Press and December 2008, Red Wheel/Weiser/Conari).

 

No one can guarantee that you will receive a miracle healing from any psychic surgeon. Like Jun said recently: “I do not decide. Healing comes only from God.” There are many factors involved in why different people react differently to psychic surgery. If someone GUARANTEES that you will be healed, that person is probably talking about a fake healer who is only out to get your money. However, I can say for certain that psychic surgery and other forms of spiritual and energetic healing can be of tremendous benefit—whether the physical body is completely healed or not.

 

Jun Labo works in his clinic almost every day beginning at 10 a.m. and ending when everyone has been helped. People just show up and wait their turn. They might come on their own from anywhere in the world, or they might come with a tour, which will likely be more expensive. Jun usually recommends that people with serious illnesses see him 10 times. He cannot do everything in 1 or 2 sessions because it would be too hard on the body. Jun charges 100 Euros per day (Euros because of the falling value of the dollar), although many of the other Filipino healers, especially those in the rural areas, charge much less. Jun is 74 years old, so if you are thinking of going to see him, don’t hesitate!

Just as a warning, you will see many nearly naked people in the healing room. People usually take off all of their clothing except their underpants. If you are really shy, bring a light-weigh shawl you can cover yourself with and then take off when it’s your turn to get on the table (in front of the others who will be watching!). Taking photos or videos of your loved ones while they are on the table is allowed, but obviously you shouldn’t take photos of people you don’t know without permission. All this sounds weird, I know, but this is not “Western medicine” where you wait alone in the doctor’s treatment room. Actually it becomes quite easy and natural after the first time.

Travel in the Philippines requires careful planning. Start by calling the healer you plan to see to make sure the healer will be working when you are planning to travel. More travel tips can be found in my article: “Washed in the Blood of the Lamb” at www.stuartxchange.org.

Rev. Jun Labo’s cell phone number from the U.S. is:

1-011-+63-917-885-9086.

His clinic is located at:

444 Naguilian Rd., Baguio City 2600, Philippines.

 

 

 

NECESSARY DISCLAIMER: Readers of this blog entry are advised this discussion is of a general nature and does not constitute medical or other professional advice for any specific individual or situation. Readers should seek professional advice from their doctors, specialists, and other advisers, as would be advisable, given their circumstances. The author, Jessica Bryan, does not assume responsibility for people who choose to visit a psychic surgeon or faith healer.

Psychic Surgery: Real or Fake?

Welcome to my new blog, which will focus on the metaphysical phenomenon of psychic surgery. I’ll also be writing about mediumship, channeling, energy healing (called “magnetic healing” in the Philippines), animal communication, and other forms of alternative healing. Let’s begin with a brief definition/discussion of “psychic surgery:”

How can someone simply insert his hand into the body of another person and remove tumors, scar tissue, congealed cholesterol, gall or kidney stones, and stagnant blood clots? Even though I have experienced this many times and have observed it at close hand—most recently at the clinic of Jun Labo in Baguio, Philippines—it still seems unbelievable. Yet, every day at 10 a.m., people from around the world with afflictions of body, mind, and spirit, line up at Rev. Labo’s door in anticipation of their own personal miracle. Three days a week, the same thing happens at The Casa, the clinic of John of God in Abadiânia, Brazil. This phenomenon cannot be easily dismissed.

 What is “psychic surgery?” Perhaps you have heard about it before, but most of what was said was negative. In fact, there are many false healers, whose primary motivation is to make money from the suffering of others, but there are also incredibly gifted psychic surgeons. In order for a human being to be endowed with the ability to perform psychic surgery, he or she must be willing to enter into relationship with spirit. She must have what the Filipinos call the Power, meaning the ability to allow intense higher vibrations to flow through her for the purpose of helping others. Thus, psychic surgery can be understood to involve mediumship, which is the receiving of information and energy from spirit in a process called channeling. The healer uses this spiritual energy to affect positive change in the material world, i.e., remove disease from another person’s physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual bodies.

In psychic surgery, which is also referred to as “faith-healing” or “bare-handed surgery,” the hands of the healer function like magnets inside of the physical body, drawing diseased tissue towards them, which is then removed and thrown away. Simply put, the body is opened in much the same way as medical doctors do when using a scapel, except that in psychic surgery no anesthesia is used, and there is no pain, scars, or infection. The incisions can even be made by the healer merely pointing a finger at the skin of the patient from a distance of one foot away. This process is entirely safe, because psychic surgeons are directed by the Holy Spirit and highly evolved, powerful spirit guides. Psychic surgery is practiced primarily in the Philippines and Brazil.

To better understand psychic surgery, imagine the body is like a glass of water. When you slip your finger into the water, the molecules of the water separate to make room for your finger, and when you remove your finger, the water fills in the space left behind. 

See my book: “Psychic Surgery and Faith Healing: An Exploration of Multi-Dimensional Realties, Indigenous Healing, and Medical Miracles in the Philippine Lowlands” (Red Wheel/Weiser, 12/2008) for more information. Available at bookstores, on-line, and by Paypal on this blog.