Bringing Healing to a Doctor in Colombia


Jaime said, “My father is getting old. I’ve got to go see him. You don’t have to see my dad, but we’d be going to Pereira where you’ve met people. Remember the pretty girl in Pereira? I know you really like her.”

This was when I was divorced. OK, now I had even more of a reason to be interested, so I agreed immediately. Before we left I called some of our friends, a lady with a son and a daughter, and told them I was traveling with Jaime, and I would stop by to see them. When we landed in Pereira, Jaime said, “I’m taking the bus to visit my father. I’ll see you later.”

Our friends picked me up at the airport and took me to the hotel where I checked in. Then they took me to their house. When we arrived there, the phone rang. The daughter answered and told the other person, “Ozzie is here.” Then she turned to me and said, “Come to the phone. I want to introduce you to somebody.”

The guy on the phone told me his name and said, “Ozzie, I would like to see if it’s possible to talk to you personally.”

I said, “Of course, sure.”

“Could I stop by now?”

“Yeah. I’m not going anywhere. It’s still early. Stop by.”

He was a young man. He said, “Ozzie, nice to meet you. I’ve heard so many things about you and Jaime, and I wanted to meet you. I wanted to see if you could go with me to visit a really good friend who is in a clinic. He’s very ill. It’s not necessarily a sickness that can kill him; it’s more with his mind. His behavior is not normal. I’m hoping you could go with me and just see what’s going on.”

“Of course. No problem. Let’s do it.”

In the car he explained, “Ozzie, this fellow was a famous heart surgeon. When my brother was shot, we took him to this doctor and he tried to save my brother’s life, but he couldn’t. Now this doctor is really sick. He has gone to the best clinics everywhere and they cannot find anything wrong with him except that he’s acting like an idiot. He can’t talk. He’s salivating down the side of his mouth. He’s always shaking. Now you know the story.”

I said, “Fine, let’s go see him.”

I guess the guy had money. We arrived at a very plush clinic. We entered a special suite for the patient, with a sofa and chairs. Some family members were there: two or three women, maybe his wife, and two or three young kids. They were sitting on the sofas and chairs. There was a heavy feeling of sadness, anxiety, and worry in the room. The guy who brought me introduced me to the family. I was very polite, saying, “How are you? My name is Ozzie, and I came to see . . .” and I mentioned the name of the doctor. “We’re going to see what’s going on. I’m not a doctor. I’m just a fellow who was invited to come over and observe the situation. So please excuse me.”

I looked at the man, and I observed everything the other fellow had described. I called for the Light inside of myself. This is something I’ve done for many, many years. I asked for the white Light, which can bring protection, and for the spirit. Also, inside of me, I called on my spiritual teacher, John-Roger.

I was totally quiet. I came into a very humble and open attitude. God, I don’t know what’s going on. I just want to be available. If there is anything that spirit can do through me, let it take place for the highest good of all concerned. I’m just going to be here, and whatever is going to happen is going to happen. I don’t have to be concerned. I don’t have to be worried about the fellow. I don’t have to feel sorry. Nothing. I’m just neutral.

I just stood there, and then I felt an intuitive sense. Some people hear a voice, but I get more of an intuitive sense, which prompts me into action. The intuitive sense was to just put my hands, without touching him, over his body. It prompted me to just go from the head to toe and come back again—do it a couple of times, and then at the end, touch his shoulder.

So I did that. As I was moving my hands along, above his body, I could see the fellow slowly changing. His body stopped shaking. He stopped salivating. His face became normal. When I first came into the room, his face had a strange look. Maybe he was in pain. As I was working on him, his face changed; he looked younger. He stopped moaning. His body straightened out. He became silent. There was a feeling of peace in the whole room. Earlier when I arrived, the feeling was that the room had been in an uproar. Of course, the family probably had a lot of emotional energy going on: fear and sadness. And this could have been projected into the energy of the room. That totally stopped. The whole room became quiet. The man started to breathe normally, comfortably. His face was in complete peace.

— Ozzie in Peru, near Machu Picchu. —

Again, I went inside myself and asked if there was anything else for me to do. There was no response inside, so I knew this was my signal it was time for me to go. I just accepted that whatever was supposed to be done, was done. Time to go.

When I stepped away from the man’s bed, I could see his family. They had their mouths open. They were looking at me as if to say, “Who is this guy? What did he just do?” They looked at me with admiration and gratitude. The fellow who brought me was also in awe. He followed me out and said, “My God. I mean, Ozzie, do you know what happened?”

I said, “Well, yeah, I know what happened. I mean, I don’t know exactly how it happened, but whatever was wrong with him, it just left him, and now he’s in peace. God did it. I take no credit.”

“No, no, this is incredible. Ozzie, this is incredible. No wonder I had to call you and have you see this fellow. Nobody has been able to do anything like that. The doctors said there was nothing they could do for him. They figured it might have been witchcraft he had picked up from somebody.” Maybe they were talking about voodoo. He took me back to the house and was so thankful. “Oh, Ozzie, is there anything I can do for you?”

“No, no. You go and do whatever you’re going to do. I’ve got a short visit here, so I just want to enjoy myself.” He thanked me again. “You’re welcome. God bless you. I’ll see you.”

I, too, was in awe of what happened. And I had been present in other situations where that kind of thing took place. These phenomena can manifest at certain times, in certain situations, when we call upon spirit. And we always express our request, our prayer, for the highest good.

These things can happen when we call upon a master, a spiritual teacher, and especially when that master has the authority to see what can be done. Of course, it also depends on the individual’s destiny. Does their karma permit it? Are they open to this happening? Maybe they are open to receiving grace, and through the master form, grace can be extended, overriding the karmic obligation. In my experience, these are some of the conditions of how so-called miracles can take place.

But definitely, I had little to do with it. I was only a vehicle. I went there and presented myself to spirit. And then, when I touched him, the energy moved right into him. That energy, spirit, whatever you want to call it, takes care of what needs to be balanced. It brings harmony. Again, of course, this energy of spirit does this only in accordance with what is permitted spiritually.

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