Walking Through Walls (26 page)

Pop worked at a long, slightly trapezoidal white desk that was suspended from the wall. On the desk were cardboard boxes that once held other products and had been cut down to size in order to hold small glass vials containing various homeopathic medicines, Bach Flower Remedies, dried leaves, and flowers, as well as mixtures of exotic oils that had been compounded based on recipes given to him by his spirit guides. There were no labels on any of these bottles. Instead, on the top of each bottle was a number and a letter code indicating what each remedy was used for. This way he could simply grab a bottle of dried periwinkle leaves or Allium cepa without having to look at the label. He never physically dispensed this medicine. Either the patient would hold the bottle in his left hand to absorb the energy of the remedy, or, for absent healings anywhere in the world, my father would place the bottle of medicine on what he called his “sender board,” which propelled the healing energy to the patient. This sender board looked like a very small turbine engine built out of wood with a large copper coil in the middle, a flat area of copper screen mesh, and a large tubular magnet.

Pop's study was always an oasis of tangible serenity. Whenever I stood there by myself, I could always sense a subtle high-frequency electricity that permeated the room. It felt as if all the whizzing atoms that invisibly surround us slowed down to create this thickened high-energy atmosphere. You could almost feel these particles knocking into you as you moved around the room. If you listened carefully, you could hear a slight background hum that sounded like
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I had no idea where that sound came from, but to me it sounded like a swarm of slowly hovering bees. Or possibly it was the sound that flying saucers made as they were waiting to lift off for extragalaxy travel.

Over his desk were shelves containing many of the reference books you might find in a doctor's office, such as the
PDR, Merck Manual,
and numerous anatomy books. Using his pendulum, Pop would consult these books in order to describe in medical terms to a patient the exact nature of his or her condition. Other times he would simply open a book at random, and waiting there was the correct description and treatment protocol for the disease in question.

He also used his pendulum to dowse the anatomy books in order to determine the exact location of the disease. He would then jot down this information for his patients to give to their doctors who had been unable to accurately diagnose their disease. Watching over all of this activity were pictures of his patron saints Arthur Ford and Chander Sen, along with a small collection of various types of crucifixes. Ford's and Chander Sen's pictures gave you the sensation of one of those haunted houses in the movies where the eyes of people in the paintings follow you around the room.

In addition to the pendulum, his other main diagnostic tool was a rectangular card that he called his “finder chart.” On the front was a series of concentric circles that contained numbers and words and looked a bit like a diagram for a physics experiment. To the side of the circles were various lists of diseases, their possible causes and remedies.

Pop would hold his pendulum over this chart to determine whether an illness was caused by a virus, bacteria, poison, allergy, hormonal imbalance, or psychiatric condition. Let's say the disease originated as a psychological problem. Next, he would investigate if there was subconscious resentment in either this life or a past life, and who caused it. He would describe to the patient in exacting detail what caused the illness, when it happened, and why it happened. More often than not he would also provide the exact date and time of the incident that set off the emotional trauma that eventually manifested as disease. The chart also indicated the various treatments, such as cell salts, Bach Flower Remedies, or other healing methods.

The most intriguing aspect of this finder chart was that it allowed my father to also diagnose the invisible energy bodies that he claimed surrounded our main physical body. Each of these energy bodies functions at a unique vibration and serves a specific purpose in maintaining our physical body. On his chart each of these energy bodies—etheric, astral, mental, and emotional—is represented by a separate concentric ring.

As his healing methods became more exacting, he discovered that disease does not always originate in the physical body. Many times it can begin in any one of the other bodies and eventually materialize in our physical body. For example, if there is a problem in our emotional or mental body due to discord with a family member, it might ultimately appear in our physical body as a heart attack or brain tumor. According to my father, one day our cells don't suddenly start mutating all by themselves for no reason. The disease originates from disharmony in one of our energy bodies and then eventually becomes a physical problem.

I often heard Pop tell me that “someone can appear perfectly healthy and yet when I check the etheric body, I find that he is riddled with cancer. While this cancer may not have manifested in the physical body, it eventually will. It is much easier for me to remove cancer from the etheric body than to wait until it enters the physical. This is the beauty of being able to diagnose the full spectrum of our various bodies—you can catch a disease before it starts to do lethal damage.

“Unfortunately, doctors don't know that we have multiple, interconnected bodies that affect our health. At this point, their medical knowledge is not sufficiently advanced to acknowledge the existence of these other bodies. However, they will one day understand this concept of the interconnectedness of all our different bodies. This is one reason that many people who are treated by doctors never seem to get better. They are treating the symptoms of an illness that may have originated outside of the physical body, in either the etheric or astral. As a result, they never eliminate the real cause of the illness.” My father believed that you could never heal any illness until you discovered its actual cause and then eradicated it.

Just the week before, my father had told me an amazing story about how these various energy bodies of ours actually function. “One of the main problems with Western medicine is that doctors only look at a symptom and then treat that specific symptom. A person will never get better this way. They may temporarily experience a relief of symptoms, but the underlying problem is still there and will eventually manifest itself in another way in another part of the body at another time. If they don't find the true cause of the illness, they will never cure the problem.

“Last week a lady called and told me she was in the hospital with her nephew, who was a young, very active, athletic kid. Without any explanation, he had suddenly become extremely weak and could hardly get out of bed,” he said. “After several days of tests, the doctors discovered that his liver was failing. They didn't know why, just that it was not working. Even though he was only eighteen years old, the doctors didn't have much hope for his survival. So she asked me what I could do for him. I told her I would check him out and give him a healing. I scanned him, did a complete workup, raised his vibrations, repaired his liver, and adjusted his thyroid, which was also very weak. I gave him what I thought was a full treatment and told her that he would heal rapidly.

“A couple days later, the woman called and said that his test results were not improving, and the doctors felt that her nephew would be dead in a few days. What was strange was that even though the test results showed his liver was in failure, the kid was actually feeling much better. He was walking a bit and seemed to have more energy. No one could explain what was going on. She wanted to bring him over to meet me and asked the doctors if she could take her nephew home for a few hours. They had no objection, as there was nothing they could do to save the boy. He came over to the house and told me that he was feeling almost normal. When he had first gone to the hospital, he was so tired he couldn't even walk across the room. While he was in the hospital, his doctor told him to eat as much sugar and drink as much Coke as he could.”

I interrupted his story and said, “But Pop, that doesn't make any sense. If your body is exhausted, sugar only provides a quick, temporary false sense of energy. In the long run, you actually become more depleted.” I was very current with all the dangers of white sugar, as my father had just given me several books on the topic. This was long before “sugar free” became a part of the national vocabulary. At the time, the only artificial sweetener was saccharin. Products using saccharin always bore a label warning about potential bladder cancer. I couldn't understand why someone would risk such a horrific disease just for a little short-term sweetness. There was never any sugar in the house, and I had trained myself to not have a sweet tooth for anything other than fresh fruit.

“You're absolutely right. I couldn't figure out what the doctor was thinking. I asked the kid why the doctor had suggested this, and he said that he didn't know. I told him to immediately cut out all that sugar, which was putting additional stress on his liver. I gave him a diet to help rebuild the liver through nutrients, along with another healing. During the healing I found that his spleen was not functioning very well because it was doing a lot of the work of the liver. Due to his extraordinary sugar intake, his adrenal glands were exhausted. I raised the vibrations of all his organs and bodily functions back up to normal. Within a few minutes of the healing, he looked and felt better. Before he left I told him to call me in a week and let me know how he was feeling. Later that evening I called a doctor friend of mine and asked him why the kid was told to eat sugar. He said that because the liver was not working, the sugar would be converted into fat, which the body needs to function.”

“Why does the liver need fat from sugar? Shouldn't the fat come from other sources, such as plants, meat, or dairy?” I asked. I knew my father was pleased with my growing knowledge of nutrition. I had started reading books by Adelle Davis and was learning basic biochemistry as a result.

“Of course. We'd all be better off if doctors were taught the basics of nutrition. So listen to this: a week later the woman called back to let me know that her nephew was feeling better than he had in months. After the healing I gave him, he didn't want to stay in the hospital anymore and convinced the doctors just to let him go home. If he was going to die, he wanted to die at home. After a couple of weeks, his doctor called the woman to find out if the kid had died. The mother told the doctor that her nephew was feeling great and getting ready to go back to school. The doctor was shocked and said that the kid should come back for more tests. He told the woman that it was impossible for the kid to be functioning and said that he should have already been dead. So when they tested his liver, they found that it was still not working.”

“Wait, his liver's not working and he's running around? How could that be?” I asked.

“That was exactly the same question that the doctors were asking. They were puzzled because they couldn't understand how he was still alive with a malfunctioning liver. According to their tests, the boy should not be alive. After all, if your liver isn't working, what is going to remove the toxins from the body? Otherwise your body will be overwhelmed by poisons. I told the woman I would check him out again.

“When I did a scan on the kid, I kept coming up with a reading that his liver was fully functioning at one hundred percent of its potential. Yet all the tests the doctors had performed indicated that his liver was not functioning. This didn't make any sense, and I just couldn't understand what was going on. I don't usually make mistakes like this, so I rechecked my work and saw that I had done everything correctly. Something didn't quite add up. Finally I realized what was going on. I hadn't asked the question in exactly the right fashion. I had been asking about the functioning of the liver. I had been too general. Instead I now asked, ‘At what percentage is the
physical
liver operating?' I got a five percent reading. So his liver was failing, just as the doctors' tests had indicated. Next I asked, ‘At what percentage is the
etheric
liver functioning?' That's when I got one hundred percent. The pendulum had given me a reading on his liver, but I hadn't specified
which
liver. Both the pendulum and the spirits require any question you ask to be extremely specific; otherwise you'll receive incorrect information.

“What happened in this case was that when the physical liver began to fail, the etheric liver took over and kept the boy alive. But since the doctors do not know that an etheric body exists, they measure only the physical liver. They would never understand how to properly diagnose the problem or how the boy could remain alive with so little of his liver functioning. The body does not want to die; it wants to maintain itself, so in a case like this, the etheric body takes over the function of the physical body. It's like an emergency backup system.”

“So, if ever I get sick, and they can't figure out what's wrong with me, I should tell the doctor to look at my etheric body?”

My father broke out laughing. “Don't waste your time. They'll think you're crazy and lock you up. Eventually today's medicine will be seen as primitive and quite limited. It's going to be another two hundred years before medicine learns how to recognize all the different energy bodies we have. That's when we'll really be able to cure disease, when medicine focuses on realigning energies rather than pounding the body with drugs or sawing the body open and yanking out a precious organ. We are really a collection of magnificent metaphysical energies. To simply treat a sick body as if it is a broken car is so limited. Please don't worry about getting sick; you'll never be in a position where you'll be mysteriously ill. I won't let it happen to you.”