This is a message The Council Of 12 gave to our workshop group in February 2013.
“We see confusion about FAITH. We see confusion about TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE. We see some filled with trepidation and fear.
FAITH can be grown; it can be started small and worked up to a sizable FAITH.
You must understand that FAITH IN SELF is the most important thing.
FAITH in your intuition.
FAITH in your judgment.
FAITH in the way you do and execute certain things in your life.
We urge you to call upon us, for you do not often call upon us. We are at your disposal; we await your call. We will support you in every way we possibly can… but you need to be specific. That way we can move forward together. For as YOU learn, WE learn, for as YOU benefit so does the entire universe.
We will support you in every way. We don’t wish you any harm, we don’t wish you any pain; we wish you the easiest path from where you are to where you want to be.
YOU CHOOSE OTHERWISE.
So step forward into the light, the light of knowledge. Step forward into your own intuition.
Embrace FAITH...TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE.
Do not fear or doubt. Ask for assistance. Ask for guidance and it will be yours.
Bless you all." The Council Of 12
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This is a message The Council Of 12 gave to our workshop group in February 2013.
Here are some myths and truths about Angels. These have been gathered from my own experiences and have been validated by The Council of 12.
Myth 1: Angels do everything
Angels don’t do everything. Their purpose is to nurture, comfort and heal those that seek their help. They exist on a plane separate from this 3 dimensional world that we live in, yet they are able to interact with us when we ask them for assistance. Angels are not the only invisible helpers that we have available to help us; there are also Guides and Guardians. Each of these three have very specific roles. While the Angels nurture and heal, the Guides point the way and the Guardians protect us. It is important to know whom to call upon and for what purpose you call. Don’t ask your Angel to guide - you that’s the Guide’s role - or protect you - that’s the Guardians role. Don’t ask your Angel to find you a parking space; he or she has far more important things to help you with. If you wish for a parking space, use your own power of visualisation and be careful not to ask for the best parking space in the car park - that is the disabled one and you have to be disabled to get it. Only ask your Angels to nurture and heal you.
Myth 2: Angels incarnate as humans
A false belief. They are Angels and have neither the need nor any desire to be human. Many years ago, I asked The Council of 12 if this was a truth (as some prominent Angel authorities have put this forward as a truth). The Council of 12 thought it was a hilarious thought: “Why would they wish to do that?” was their reply. “They are Angels. They have always been Angels and will always be Angels.”
Myth 3: Angels have wings
Angels, as do Guides and Guardian, take on the form that you believe them to have. Each one of us carries a vast history of symbols and images that are mostly unconscious. If we have had a lifetime as a Christian, we carry the associated imagery. In early Christian times an artist depicted an Angel with wings and thus began a flood of similar images (peoples beliefs were that all angels could fly therefore they must have wings.) The truth is that they have bands of energy that come into their shoulder areas on each side and these have been interpreted as wings. Remember, reality is a reflection of our beliefs; your beliefs will dictate what you see, not what is actually there. Angels will take whatever form that is best accepted by your consciousness. If you believe they have wings consciously or unconsciously, then they will have wings. Angels are beings of light but because our reality demands something more tangible, they will take on form for our benefit and connection.
Myth 4: All Angels have names
Angels aren’t concerned about names. Their desire is to help those who seek their assistance. It is only our ego-based desire that wants it know an Angels name. There are a number of people who profess to have the Archangel Michael or Gabriel or Mother Mary assisting them. This simply makes them feel important (the ego running rampant). Angels and Archangels prefer to help anonymously, as this doesn’t promote our egos and therefore allows more of their assistance to reach us. So don’t worry about your Angels name - just be happy with the connection.
Truth 1: Angels are real. They exist to nurture and heal those who seek their help.
Truth 2: Angels never lie. They are beings of truth.
Truth 3: Angels answer our call for help instantly. It is only a lack of worthiness on our part that blocks the connection
Truth 4: Angels are the most wonderful of all beings in the universe.
When you feel the presence of an Angels, you’ll know it - the peace that passes of all understanding comes upon you.
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 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.
More to come in the fourth and final post in this Psychic Surgery series...
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.
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 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…
More to follow shortly in Psychic Surgery Part Two: Psychic Fakery