1072 Psychic surgeons in Mexico & Philippines cf Scientific Atheism

Psychic surgeons in Mexico & Philippines cf Scientific Atheism

Newsletter published on October 29, 2019

(1) Evangelical Christians say Psychic Surgeory is Demonic
(2) Pachita Hermanito psychic surgeon in Mexico
(3) Eleuterio Terte psychic surgeon in Philippines
(4) Some phychic healers are frauds
(5) Learning to perform psychic surgery
(6) More Incredible Healers, Josephine Sison & Juanito Flores
(7) Psychic surgery is a pseudoscientific medical fraud - Wikipedia
(8) Acupuncture is a pseudoscience ... not based on scientific
knowledge, ... quackery - Wikipedia
(9) Scientific Atheism - One Dimensional Men

(1) Evangelical Christians say Psychic Surgeory is Demonic

From: Elspeth Gass <elspeth@hj-c.co.uk>
Subject: Re: Pope Francis blesses Pachamama

https://youtu.be/K6Qy1j2LBmU

The book: The Beautiful Side of Evil documents Johanna Michaelson and
her helping a psychic surgeon.

Satan counterfeits - there are always 'doubles' to deceive, as we will
continue to be deceived.
Elspeth

Comment (Peter M.): You seem to endorse that Christian Fundametalist
view. But your email led me to discover Pachita (item 2 below). She was
a famed healer; why do you see that as evil? Jesus of Nazareth would
seem to have been a shaman too.

(2) Pachita Hermanito psychic surgeon in Mexico

Watch the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aczdmdZXaGk

http://mexicounexplained.com/pachita-psychic-surgeon-medium-mystic/

Pachita: Psychic Surgeon, Medium & Mystic

Posted November 27, 2017 Robert Bitto

In the Colonia Roma Norte neighborhood in Mexico City, across the street
from the wooded and shady Plaza Rio de Janeiro stands a somewhat
spooky-looking red brick building built in 1908.  While the sign in the
front of the building says "Edificio Rio de Janeiro," the locals call
this place something else:  La Casa de las Brujas, or in English, "The
House of Witches."  It is so named not just because of its spooky
appearance.  Visitors to the building and passersby have reported
strange phenomena in and around the building.  Apparitions of various
forms have been sighted there and a strange energy field enveloping the
building has been reported throughout the years, especially since the
late 1970s.  It is perhaps not just a coincidence that for many years
the beautiful building in this somewhat upscale Mexico City neighborhood
was home to one of Mexico’s most famous psychics and mystical healers, a
woman known to all as Pachita. Pachita died there on April 29, 1979.  To
this day some claim to see her stout figure standing in one of the
windows looking across the wooded plaza with a stern expression on her face.

Pachita was born Bárbara Guerrero in the town of Parral in the Mexican
state of Chihuahua in about the year 1900.  As a little girl she began
to hear voices and by the age of ten she was already demonstrating the
ability to heal people.  As a girl, she would slip into trances and
claim that her body was being taken over by an entity she called, "El
Hermanito," or in English, "The Little Brother."  She would later
identify El Hermanito as Cuauhtémoc, the last emperor of the Aztecs and
nephew of Montezuma.  While in her trance state Pachita could heal
people, she could see the future and she would often speak languages
unknown to her.  By the time she was a young adult Pachita left rural
Chihuahua and headed for the big city.  She established herself in the
building later known as the Casa de las Brujas on the tree-lined Plaza
de Rio de Janeiro Street where she lived and had a small consultation
office.  It did not take Pachita much time to cultivate a loyal
following from all socioeconomic classes and backgrounds including some
high-ranking members of Mexico’s political and social elite who would
visit her secretly.

Before her healings and procedures with people Pachita had a specific
routine to prepare herself.  She would sit in a chair in front of an
altar in her consultation room and then would close her eyes and breathe
softly until she heard a soft buzzing in her ears.  According to Pachita
the buzzing indicated that a shift in her state was about to occur, as
if she was about to fall into a big hole into another form of
consciousness or another dimension of consciousness.  She would then
"let herself go" and perform whatever healing was necessary as directed
by forces outside of her control.

Pachita was most known for her psychic surgery.  Very rarely seen
outside the Philippines where it has been an accepted practice to many
since the 1950s, this is Wikipedia’s description of the procedure:

"Without the use of a surgical instrument, a practitioner will press the
tips of his/her fingers against the patient’s skin in the area to be
treated. The practitioner’s hands appear to penetrate into the patient’s
body painlessly and blood seems to flow. The practitioner will then show
organic matter or foreign objects apparently removed from the patient’s
body, clean the area, and then end the procedure with the patient’s skin
showing no wounds or scars."

Pachita did not use her bare hands when practicing her craft, rather,
her go-to tool for her operations was an old hunting knife with its
handle fixed up with successive layers of duct tape.  She would perform
her surgeries swiftly and efficiently, often operating on several people
at a time and always with one or two assistants helping her.  Procedures
were done under dim lights, preferably in candlelight, as Pachita
claimed that bright lights harmed organs. Witnesses claimed that she
could conjure new organs out of thin air and even with her crude tool,
no one suffered from infections or bad side effects from the lack of the
use of antiseptics or even anesthesia.  As Pachita was the only one in
Mexico performing psychic surgeries, she drew a lot of attention to
herself from Mexicans and from people overseas.  People came to the Casa
de las Brujas from all over the world to witness, marvel or debunk.

One such investigator was Dr. Andrija Puharich, an American paranormal
investigator whose claim to fame was bringing psychic Yuri Geller from
Israel to the United States and thus making Geller a worldwide
sensation.  Dr. Puharich visited Pachita in January of 1978 with a small
group of investigators to study her methods in depth.  By the time of
this visit Pachita was close to 80 years old and still doing 8 to 10
consultations or healings per day.  Here is Dr. Puharich’s testimony of
his experiences:

"I decided to undergo instant surgery myself before allowing any of my
own patients to be operated on by Pachita. For two years I had been
suffering the gradual onset of spongy bone growth in both ears, causing
progressive loss of hearing. The operation was to correct this.

I was not hypnotized before the operation, nor was any medication given.
I lay down on the table, and some cotton pads were placed around the ear
to absorb bleeding. Three witnesses were present, one of whom took
photographs. Holding the knife in her right hand, Pachita quickly
inserted 3 inches of the knife blade into the right ear canal; the
forefinger of her left hand guided the blade in. The pain was acute; yet
I did not scream, or try to avoid the knife, even though it felt as if
the tip of the blade had penetrated the eardrum. After holding the knife
in the ear canal for about forty seconds, Pachita withdrew it, and the
pain ceased immediately. The left ear was operated on in a similar way;
this time the pain was even greater – close to my breaking point. As
soon as the knife was withdrawn however the pain stopped.

The surgery had taken three minutes; no sterile procedure was used, and
Pachita’s bare hands were covered with blood from previous operations.

After the operation there was only minimal bleeding. But a new
complication appeared. My head was ringing with loud noises – so loud
that I could not hear what people were saying to me. I was given a
tincture and told to put one drop in each ear daily; the noises
decreased gradually, and by the eighth day after the operation had
ceased altogether. In fact my hearing was now so acute that I suffered
painfully from hyperacusis (which is the abnormally increased power of
hearing); this condition lasted for about two weeks. One month after the
operation my hearing was completely back to normal.

After this experience I felt completely confident in Pachita’s
treatment, and able to recommend her instant surgery to patients."

While known for these unconventional surgeries, Pachita also performed
other sorts of consultations for her clients, often in her famous trance
states.  Many of her treatments used the patient’s own belief systems
for help in their healing.  Those who had strong faith in the Catholic
religion, for example, were given specific prayers to say or offerings
to make to specific saints.  Pachita was said to use her gifts of ESP to
act as a sort of psychotherapist to help her clients work through
emotional issues or medical conditions that were based on emotional
issues.  She was also well-versed in the use of Mexican herbs after
studying healing methods used by indigenous healers throughout the
country.  Because of her vast knowledge of Native American herbal
medicine, Pachita was often classified as a shaman. In fact, Mexican
author Jacobo Grinberg Zylberbaum included her in his multiple book
series on Mexico’s famous indigenous healers called Chamanes de México,
or in English, Shamans of Mexico.

Dr. Grinberg, in addition to being a prolific author, was one of
Mexico’s most controversial neuroscientists.  Meeting Pachita to write
his book series on Mexican indigenous folk healing totally changed his
views on medicine, biology, healing and psychology.  Grinberg, a
professor at the National Autonomous University of Mexico, also known as
UNAM, had professional interest in and was widely published in the
fields of the physiology of learning and memory, physiological
psychology and visual perception.  Dr. Grinberg spent several months
studying Pachita, traveling with her and meeting with her patients. The
UNAM professor was convinced that what Pachita had managed to do was
somehow combine two different types of realities or fields to heal her
patients.  Grinberg theorized that the brain creates and emanates what
he called a "neuronal field", almost like a personal Wi-Fi signal that
interacts with the broader and larger "Source Field," or what he called
a "pre-space structure."  This Source Field or pre-space structure is a
field that all time, space, energy, matter, consciousness and biological
life emanates from.  In Grinberg’s own words, these are the rather
technical conclusions he came to about the interaction of the two fields
from observing the elderly Mexican healer:

"The pre-space structure is a holographic, non-local lattice that has .
. . the attribute of consciousness. The neuronal field [created by the
brain] distorts this lattice, and activates a partial interpretation of
it that is perceived as an image. Only when the brain-mind system is
free from interpretations, do the neuronal field and the pre-space
structure become identical. In this situation, the perception of reality
is unitary, without ego and with a lack of any duality. In this
situation, pure consciousness and a feeling of an all-embracing unity
and luminosity is [sic] perceived. All the systems that spiritual
leaders have developed . . . have had the goal of arriving at this
direct perception of the pure pre-space structure. . . . The science of
consciousness that I would like to develop is a science that will try to
understand, study and research the above-mentioned ideas."

Jacobo Grinberg embarked on a series of experiments to test out his
theories on the "Mind/Source" interface that continued after Pachita’s
death and involved other human subjects.  In 1994 Grinberg published his
findings in the prestigious peer-reviewed scientific journal Physics
Essays in an article titled "The Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen Paradox in the
Brain; The Transferred Potential."  Soon after the article was published
Dr. Jacobo Grinberg Zylberbaum disappeared and no one has seen or heard
from him since.

Although considered by many throughout Mexico as a folk saint, Pachita
is not without her detractors, even to this day.  Critics range from
those who see her as being merely misguided but with good intentions, to
being an outright fraudster and hoaxer.   One American paranormal
researcher, Johanna Michaelsen, even claimed that Pachita was harnessing
unseen demonic forces in her healings.  The treatment that Pachita was
most known for, psychic surgery, has been branded as a medical fraud by
most legitimate medical authorities worldwide.  The miraculous cures
experienced by Pachita’s many thousands of patients may simply be
chalked up to the placebo effect, according to skeptics. Others,
although wary of her genuine healing talents, recognize Pachita’s
ability to harness the mind-body connection in healing through her use
of talk therapy and basic psychoanalysis during her consultations.
Whether a fake or a gifted healer, Pachita continues to inspire wonder
and controversy to this day.

(3) Eleuterio Terte psychic surgeon in Philippines
https://www.peterhoddle.com/news/psychic-surgery-part-one-my-introduction-to-eleuterio-terte

Psychic Surgery Part One: My Introduction To Eleuterio Terte

Today, I want to begin to share with you the story of one of most
profound chapters of my life - my experiences with the pioneer psychic
surgeon, Eleuterio Terte. Much has been written of psychic surgery over
the years, much of it negative speculation for reasons that will become
clear in this series of posts. Terte, however, was without a doubt a
true healer and my life was forever changed from the years I spent under
the tutorage of this gifted, wonderful man. It was an experience that I
consider one of the most fortunate and greatest privileges of my life.

I first heard about Terte through a spiritual healer in Auckland, New
Zealand. He had simply said, "If you go to the Philippines, Terte is the
man you must see. He is an old man now. He is the original faith healer."

In 1975, I decided to travel to the Philippines in search of him.

After searching for the best part of three months, I was one day
wandering through the market place in Baguio City, the summer capital of
the Philippines, when I heard a voice call out.

"Hey Joe! Who are you looking for?"

(Being white-skinned, the locals assumed you to be American).

On that particular day, I actually wasn’t looking for anyone. Yet I
found myself asking about Terte.

"Do you know the old man Terte, the faith healer?" I asked.

"I know him well. I can take you to him now," my newfound friend said.

I must admit I had already heard this said by many, all to no avail. The
locals were so eager to please, they would naturally tell you whatever
they thought you wanted to hear.

Yet, much to my surprise and delight, 10 minutes later our cab pulled up
out side a modest house. It turned out to be the home of Arsenia,
Terte’s daughter.

"Father has just now left," the attractive young women explained. "But
don’t worry. I can take you to see him tomorrow," she continued, sensing
my disappointment at having missed him.

The next day, I set off with Arsenia and after a challenging trip in a
chauffeur driven ‘50s American limo, we arrived in a small village and
pulled up outside a simple cement block shed. It turned out to be the
home of Terte - the famed psychic healer.

I had already heard that Terte was not just any healer; he apparently
had the ability to operate surgically with his bare hands. It was a
challenging, almost incomprehensible, concept that I was about to
witness and experience for myself.

It was also the start of a most remarkable chapter in my already
remarkable life.

The besser block shed turned out to be a simple chapel. There was a
small room to one side, which (I was to discover) was Terte’s sleeping
quarter. The chapel was the central venue in which all services and
healing took place.

We were asked who among us required healing; a line up quickly formed,
each person waiting expectantly for Terte, the famed healer. After some
time, a little Chinese looking man appeared. He seemed nervous and shy.
Nothing like I was expecting, yet come to think about it, I didn’t know
what I was expecting.

I was rather alarmed to see that I was the solitary white face lined up
with a dozen or so locals.

I stood before Terte, who turned out to be one of the most humble men I
have ever encountered.

He muttered something, and then moved on to the next person.

"What did he say?" I asked his daughter, who was also translating for me.

"Father says you have cancer of the lung," she replied.

"Cancer of what?" I muttered in pure disbelief.

Terte turned back, sensing my alarm.

"Don’t worry Sir, I can fix," he said.

My mind was spinning. I felt sick. Cancer of the lung! If any of you
have ever received such a diagnosis, you will know where I was in that
moment.

"Lie down on the table, Sir."

I can still recall that hard wooden bench I was laid upon. Someone had
placed a bible under my head that felt even harder than the bench.

Terte’s kind almost childlike eyes held mine; seconds later, I felt the
impact of his fingers as they hit my abdomen, winding me. I felt his
fingers physically enter inside my abdomen. It felt like he was tugging
on something inside me.

The next moment, Terte triumphantly held up a bloodied mass.

He then proceeded to do the same thing with my chest. There was the
initial impact, followed by the probing fingers physically inside me.
There was no pain - just a definite feeling of something being extracted
from my body.

I opened my eyes and looked into the twinkling eyes of this remarkable man.

"You are healed, Sir," he said with a bright smile.

I sat up and stood up somewhat shakily, then staggered out into the
sunlight and promptly vomited under a papaya tree. I looked down at my
abdomen and chest. There was only a small amount of blood. I would soon
learn that Terte was also often referred to as the bloodless healer; he
had control of the bleeding, so there were often no wounds and little
blood remaining at his entry points on the body.

Challenging as it was, I later came to find an understanding of what
happened that day. Terte was a psychic; he saw beyond the physical. The
sickness that he saw and interpreted as cancer was in my energy body. It
may well have become cancer later in my life, had I not learned to clear
my unexpressed emotion.

Psychic surgery removes the roots of the sickness, which causes the
physical lump/tumour to dissolve.

I was also to learn that unless the emotional issues that had initially
begun the sickness were dealt with, the sickness would return. This
explained why so often psychic healing helped for a short time before
the sickness returned.

These learnings and much, much more would soon unfold on my journey with
Terte. I had began what was to be a two year journey into healing under
the teaching of a wonderful man they called the bare handed surgeon.
What I had experienced that day was very real. However, before my time
in this wonderful country was up, I would experience the other side of
the healing world - psychic fakery. The Philippines was to prove to be a
land of contradiction and contrast of truth and falsehood…

Blessings,

Peter.

(4) Some phychic healers are frauds

https://www.peterhoddle.com/news/psychic-surgery-part-two-psychic-fakery

Psychic Surgery Part Two: Psychic Fakery

As the weeks turned into months, my journey into the world of psychic
healing continued. I learned something new every day from the old man,
Terte. He was a remarkable healer who possessed a deep wisdom. He was
quiet and humble. There was no fanfare; he had pride and seemed to have
mastered his ego. My respect for him deepened.

In addition to his unique healing gifts, Terte had the ability to see
deep into a person’s soul. This often occurred with little more than a
passing glance on his behalf; such was the ability that this man had. I
was beginning to learn that perception was the key for us all. That we
all viewed life through the programs we carry, built on the experiences
we have had along the journey of life. Terte seemed to be able to see
without these filters.

Terte would often treat several hundred people in a morning session,
something almost inconceivable to our western way of thought. It was an
entirely different way of healing than anything I had seen before.

During my time with Terte, I also had the opportunity to witness many
other different healers doing their work. Some were exceptional, and
much to my amazement and disappointment, some who were complete frauds.

Using bloodied tissue and other materials positioned discreetly in their
palms, they would fake the entire healing in exchange for a quick buck.

These are the con artists whom you will now find most often referred to
in writings about psychic surgery and who have marred its well-deserved
and incredible merits.

The first time I had witnessed true psychic surgery, I had no trouble
believing it. However, when I first saw psychic fakery, I could NOT
believe what I was seeing.

I had been invited to observe a Filipino healer named Jun. After he had
begun ‘healing’, I noticed something weird; the only part of him that
was touching the patient’s body were his fingertip, yet blood was
seeping out of the back of his clenched hand.

As I continued to silently observe, I had to accept that this healer was
palming pieces of "blood and guts". And he wasn’t even doing it all that
well. Once I had become aware of what he was doing, it was so obvious.
However most who were watching were so caught up in the moment they
weren’t aware of the deception unfolding in front of them.

My first reaction was shock and disbelief. To say I was shattered would
be an understatement. I considered that maybe all the healers I had
witnessed had been fraudulent. My next reaction was anger. It took some
soul searching to find a place of understanding for fake ‘healers’. My
main question was why would they do such a thing - deceiving genuine
people in search of healing, taking advantage of people in sick and
vulnerable states?

After some time, I eventually came to accept it all as an example of
egos out of control. The ego is only concerned about itself, unlike the
soul that sees all as one and cares as deeply for others as much as it
cares for itself. The true healers were genuine in their quest to assist
others; the frauds were only interested only in the glory and money.

In time, I came to understand that when true healing was taking place in
a room, the entire energy shifted and a deep stillness pervaded the
room. Conversely, the energy when fake healing was happening generated a
flat or dead feeling. But the big giveaway was that the true healer had
control of his/her ego; he or she had humility, while the fakes were
true showmen who had no qualms flaunting their garish jewellery and
expensive outfits.

When I asked Terte about the fake healers, he said that there were two
types of healers: the ones who worked under the seven spirits of God,
and those who worked under money. The money focused ones soon lost their
power to heal.

I eventually found I knew immediately I walked into a therapy room
whether or not a healer was genuine; I simply got to know and trust the
sense of energy that came to me.

I realised I had been so lucky to have the humble Terte as a benchmark.
The fake healers weren’t even fit to be his student, let alone his equal.

In the next post: learning to perform psychic surgery.

Peter

(5) Learning to perform psychic surgery

https://www.peterhoddle.com/news/psychic-surgery-part-three-i-perform-psychic-surgery-terte

Psychic Surgery Part Three: I Perform Psychic Surgery

I had been living in the Philippine’s for several months by now, and
continued to spend time with Terte, the wonderful old healer. In fact, a
number of us had become his students.

One day, he invited this small group to travel with him on what he
called a mission. This turned out to be a long journey, travelling via a
Jeepney to isolated areas along bumpy dusty roads to attend to peoples
healing needs. We were often worn out and battered after these journeys.
Terte seemed unfazed. The Philippines was under martial law in 1975, so
travelling had to take place outside of curfew hours, which meant we
would drive during the day and conduct healing services in the evenings.

Wherever we went, hundreds of people seemed to simply appear. Terte was
the most famous of healers and word spread quickly that he was coming.
There were so many people, that it wasn’t usual for Terte (and his
assistants - us) to work well past midnight. No one was ever turned
away. We would finish the healing service, and wait until 3am when the
curfew was lifted, then continue on to the next village, arriving in
time for breakfast. On one occasion, we even politely ate six
breakfasts, as different families would invite us into their homes and
generously produce yet another one. I worked out later that they were
all trying to outdo each other at the expense of our overburdened stomachs.

One night, in the middle of the healing service, Terte called me forward.

"Peter, you can do this one. It’s a kidney stone," he said, poking at
the back of a young man lying on the wooden bench.

"Me? I can’t do that," I said.

"That’s your problem - a lack of belief in yourself," Terte said,
shaking his head.

"Come, come. I will help you," he said, motioning me forward.

Terte held his hands about half a metre above the young man, lying
quietly on the bench.

"Point your finger there," he said indicating the kidney region. "Now
concentrate and push you finger into his body."

Although I had no conscious idea what to do, I did as he instructed; I
pushed on the skin in the area he pointed, my finger indenting the
flesh. Suddenly I felt my finger slipping through the skin into the patient.

"What do I do now?!" I said in disbelief at what had just happened.

I could feel a warm energy on the back of my hands. I looked up at
Terte’s hand, still held above mine. He smiled.

"Concentrate. Push deeper," my instructor said.

"Can you feel it?"

"Yes, I feel something," I said, grasping something hard come between my
thumb and forefinger.

"Pull it out!" exclaimed an excited Terte.

I did as instructed and held up a small round stone. Terte promptly
grabbed it, placed on the table and banged with his fist. The little
stone disintegrated into dust. I remembered thinking to myself "why did
he do that?" I wanted the evidence that I had actually done psychic
surgery, but alas it was now just a pile of dust!

"I told you that you could do it," Terte exclaimed.

For about 10 seconds, my ego went into the clouds. Later when I tried it
again, this time without the help of the little master, I found that I
couldn’t reproduce what I had done with Terte’s assistance. I had only
been able to perform the healing with his help. I was under no illusion
that Terte had done the healing using my hand.

I was later to come to realise that he was trying to lift my belief in
myself.

Terte often told us that he didn’t need to perform psychic surgery; that
he only did it this way so people would believe. He had learnt that
seeing was believing.

"I only need to point my finger," he said at first.

Then later, "all I need to do is to focus my concentration."

This was to be my first lesson on the power of focus and intent,
something I was later to find to be the key in my later career as a
therapist.

So that was the extent of my psychic surgery career - one operation,
albeit at my mentor’s doing.

"Don’t try to live another’s gift," the old master used to say. "Find
what it is that you can do, find your gift and be happy with that.

"Stick to what you are good at."

In time, I came to know and understand the value of this advice.

(6) More Incredible Healers, Josephine Sison & Juanito Flores
https://www.peterhoddle.com/news/psychic-surgery-part-four-healers-josephine-sison-juanito-flores

Psychic Surgery Part Four: More Incredible Healers, Josephine Sison &
Juanito Flores

I had been working with Terte for a number of months and learning
constantly about the history of healers in the region. I did some
research and discovered that all of the modern day psychic healers in
the Philippines had originated from a 30 km radius in the lowlands of
the province of Pangasianan, north of Manila (the capital of the
Philippines). Many of them had moved on to other regions, but two (in
addition to Terte) remained in their birthplace: Josephine Sison and
Juanito Flores.

Like Terte, both Josephine and Juanito lived in small, isolated
villages. They were so remote in fact, a great deal of patience and
endurance was required to track them down, as well as a generous measure
of faith and belief that the dusty trails I travelled would actually
lead somewhere.

I arrived at Josephine’s place to be told that she would be with us as
soon as she had finished hanging out the washing. She turned up half an
hour later and walked straight past us into her little chapel. She
seemed rude at first but I was later to realise that she was shy and
embarrassed in front of foreigners.

There was a banner hanging above the alter: "GOD DOES THE HEALING - I AM
ONLY THE INSTRUMENT. PLEASE PRAY".

These simple words summed up a remarkably gifted woman with an aura of
compassion surrounding her.

Every healer in the Philippines seemed to have a specialty; Josephine’s
specialty was putting cotton wool in the ears. When people complained of
headache, congestion, and or concentration issues - anything connected
to their head or mind - Josephine soaked some cotton wool in coconut oil
(that had been blessed) and pushed the sodden mass into the patient’s
ear canal until it could no longer be seen. A few minutes later, she
would pull the wool back out the opposite ear; it would always go in
clean and come out the other ear black.

On occasion, she would advise the patient to return the next day for the
wool to be extracted. "It absorbs the toxins," Josephine would say (some
months later I saw an X-ray of a person’s head, who had been given the
cotton wool treatment, and the outline of the cotton wool could clearly
be seen in the middle of the cranium).

I later came to understand what the healer had actually done with the
cotton wool - she had moved it from the physical dimension and
transposed it into the psychic dimension; that’s why it could be
transported in one ear and out the other. Then when she pulled the
cotton wool out, she in fact pulled it back into the 3-dimensional world
and it once again became visible (whether you’re a cynic or a believer,
let’s face it - there was no way this process could have taken place in
the physical dimension alone).

People reported a great deal of relief from Josephine’s cotton wool
psychic surgery.

Similarly, we found no one at home when we arrived at Juanito Flores’
place. When we finally found someone and asked where the healer was,
"over there" was the reply. In the distance, we could just make out a
lone figure several hundred meters away in the distant rice paddies.
It’s a very interesting exercise in working out how to get to someone in
the middle of a rice paddy since you cannot go straight – you have to
follow the banks that surround the water logged paddies. When we finally
made our way to him, we met an equally shy and humble healer. Juanito
advised us, through an interpreter, that we should return tomorrow, as
today was farming rice day; tomorrow was healing day.

When we turned up the next day, we were told that Juanito would only
perform five healings and these people he would select from the
audience. Too bad if you had traveled around the world to see him! It
would only happen if "The Spirit willed it".

A young man soon lay on the treatment table. Juanito poked at the guy’s
exposed abdomen and looked around. He picked up a pair of not too clean
looking scissors and stabbed them into the bewildered, fully-conscious
patient. By my side stood a Scottish surgeon, staring in disbelief.

"We are all hypnotised!" he declared.

"Don’t be so bloody silly," countered his wife, excited by what she was
witnessing.

"He has a razor blade up his sleeve," The bewildered surgeon grappling
for an explanation.

"He has short sleeves!" said his much more open-minded wife, impatiently.

I watched as the Scottish surgeon’s mind battled with what broke all the
rules he had spent a lifetime following. I could almost hear his
tortured mind saying, "How is this possible? No it isn’t possible! We
are being tricked!"

Later, I wondered what the conversation would have been at the dinner
table later that night between he and his wife.

Meanwhile, Juanito had drawn the patient’s intestinal mass out of his
abdomen and pointed to a large bulge in the intestines.

"Pus," he muttered and promptly stabbed the area with the dicey looking
scissors.

Next, he rolled the intestinal tube like it was a cigarette. As he did
this his assistant wiped up the pus. The patient looked like he was
about to pass out. Flores pushed the mass back into the young man’s
body, pulled him to his feet and said, "You’re finished. Stop drinking
so much."

The young fellow staggered off looking very ‘green’, the Scottish
surgeon not far behind him.

All of the healings Flores performed were visually spectacular; you
could clearly see what was going on. Watching the Scottish surgeon that
day showed me how much our beliefs govern our reality - there was no way
that what happened that day was in any way part of his reality.

I was blessed to have met these two remarkable healers and to have had
the opportunity to witness their wonderful healing abilities.

(7) Psychic surgery is a pseudoscientific medical fraud - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychic_surgery

Psychic surgery is a pseudoscientific medical fraud in which the
practitioner creates the illusion of performing surgery with their bare
hands and uses trickery, fake blood, and animal parts to convince the
patient that the diseased lesions have been removed and that the
incision has spontaneously healed. ...

Accounts of psychic surgery started to appear in the Spiritualist
communities of the Philippines and Brazil in the mid-1900s.[10] The
16th-century explorer Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca records an account,
related to him by Native Americans, of a bearded figure known as "Mala
Cosa" (Evil Thing), who would take hold of a person, cut into their
abdomen with a flint knife, and remove a portion of their entrails,
which he would then burn in a fire. When he was done the incision would
close spontaneously.[11]

In the Philippines, the procedure was first noticed in the 1940s, when
performed routinely by Eleuterio Terte. Terte and his pupil Tony Agpaoa,
who was apparently associated with the Union Espiritista Christiana de
Filipinas (The Christian Spiritist Union of the Philippines), trained
others in this procedure.[3]

In 1959, the procedure came to the attention of the U.S. public after
the publication of Into the Strange Unknown by Ron Ormond and Ormond
McGill. The authors called the practice "fourth dimensional surgery,"
and wrote "[we] still don’t know what to think; but we have motion
pictures to show it wasn’t the work of any normal magician, and could
very well be just what the Filipinos said it was — a miracle of God
performed by a fourth dimensional surgeon."[12]

This page was last edited on 28 September 2019, at 17:54 (UTC).

(8) Acupuncture is a pseudoscience ... not based on scientific
knowledge, ... quackery - Wikipedia
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acupuncture

Acupuncture is a form of alternative medicine and a key component of
traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) in which thin needles are inserted
into the body. Acupuncture is a pseudoscience because the theories and
practices of TCM are not based on scientific knowledge, and it has been
characterized as quackery.

This page was last edited on 15 October 2019, at 08:12 (UTC).

(9) Scientific Atheism - One Dimensional Men
- by Peter Myers, October 29, 2019

The official ideology of the Soviet Union was Scientific Atheism.

Yet such a viewpoint has also become entrenched in the West - in
academia, the media and politics.

The above accounts of psychic surgery attest that it is a real
phenomenon; yet because it defies the Materialist mindset, it is
dismissed as fakery.

The case of Acupuncture is illustrative. Although it is not obviously a
psychic art (yet it MAY be so), it is well attested, not least by Pope
Francis.

Yet Wikipedia dismisses it as "quackery". Why? Because the scientists
can't explain it.

Herbert Marcuse wrote a book called One Dimensional Man, characterising
Western civilization that way.

But the Materialists and Scientific Atheists, denying the possibility of
another, spiritual, dimension, are the true One Dimensional Men.

Not without reason did Pope Francis say, "I don’t go to the Doctor, I go
to the Shaman!"