The healing clinic held in Kainaliu Hawaii, was my first time meeting Ondre. I was picked out of the crowd and then my friend, who was sitting next to me, was picked to come on stage too. Without knowing we were close friends, Ondre told us that by looking at our auras he could tell we both had a lot in common. Much to our own surprise, he stated that we both loved acting; however, neither of us had ever acted before. Then, prolonging the surprise, Ondre asked us to improvise a scene for the audience. After a few nervous giggles we started. After finishing, I then acted in another scene with Ondre, he as Romeo and I as Juliet. I stayed on stage afterwards and Ondre suggested that I consider placing acting in the forefront of my career goals. Wow! I had some interest in acting, but I was planning on becoming a school teacher.
Within three weeks after I attended the healing clinic, I decided to try out for a play and I was cast as Maria, the lead role in The Sound of Music. I was completely amazed, but soon my excitement turned to nerves exploding with anticipation when thinking about a huge audience. I actually lost my voice before the first show. Luckily Ondre had returned to Hawaii and after he did some hands on healing, my voice was restored. He also sent to me, from across the ocean, a special spray he had made in his lab that
would help my voice. It came just in time for opening night! I shared my newly found gift with a full house that night. Coincidentally, if there are such coincidences, my friend from the healing clinic landed the leading role in Neil Simon’s Barefoot in the Park. She too lost her voice and after passing on the spray to her, it was restored and the play was a huge success!
It was one unique individual who believed in me, opening a doorway to a path I don’t know if I would have noticed otherwise. Healing comes in many different forms. |
|
We were in Reno where Ondre was a special guest on one of the local radio stations when a man called into the show sounding exasperated as he shared that his mother was being held at the local hospital in the urgent care facilities. During his mother’s cosmetic surgery the surgeon mistakably cut her bowel while preparing for liposuction. A high rate of bacteria had invaded her body and the doctors had said she had a poor chance of survival.
We made a visit to the hospital where we met Michael who embraced Ondre with a tight hug. His mother was unconscious and hooked up to many machines which were monitoring her state of being. I stood quietly to the side and I felt a different presence in the room. I looked up to see Ondre’s head lowered in deep prayer next to the sickly woman. Suddenly her body began to twitch and her right hand moved slowly upward and then it rested again on the bed. The temperature of the room became icy cold and I shivered at the dramatic drop of degrees. Ondre now held her hand and I witnessed with the help of the hospital monitors a miraculous change. The weak beat of her heart began to change until it resembled that of a healthy beat. The color of her face changed from a clammy ash to a baby pink. The numbers on the monitor began rising, which I did not understand the significance, but from the nurses smiles I could tell it meant something very positive.
At last Ondre spoke as the room resumed its warmth and he said to Michael,” That is as far as I can help her. It is now up to your mother if she would like to live or not.” With tears of both anguish and acceptance, Michael nodded and with a deep appreciation he hugged both of us.
Ondre taught me on that day two important lessons. First, he showed me by example, as he does so often, the gift of selfless giving. Secondly, he showed the importance of stepping out of the way, however powerful your ability may be and allowing the client to ultimately make the choice. |
I stepped into Ondre’s traveling office for the first time and upon eye contact I felt a comforting familiarity. I knew I had found my teacher. At the time I was a high school science teacher, thirsty for information, and with a knowing that there was something else out there within reach, but hiding behind a veil. My thirst for creativity was overwhelming. I had always dabbled with the creative, drawings as a child, making homemade gifts, and experiencing with different mediums, but I only treated this as a hobby. During my first session with Ondre I had not mentioned my creative desires, but instead it was Ondre who brought up Picasso and many other masterpieces that followed in the discussions. Ondre always reminded me with utmost sincerity of my natural abilities and he seemed to carry more belief in me than I did for myself.
At a following session, Ondre revealed that the car accident that I was in at age twelve (which I had never before mentioned) had left me altered. Ondre said that twice I had left my body, once at the scene of the accident and later in the hospital. My spirit left my body, and returned yet in returning it was disengaged. After asking my permission Ondre placed his hands on my shoulder to assist with the energetic splintering. Within seconds, emotional floodgates opened and poured out, reuniting with a memory that was far from my mind prior to the appointment. I now remembered the accident with traumatically painful accuracy. Ondre encouraged me to take a look at my creative self for what it was- an opportunity to create my own healing. Despite the securities of a teaching profession- the consistent pay, benefits, account and time spent along the way, I realized that I owed it to my self to honor my gifts and, more importantly, to share them.
Today I am a full time artist that has confidence, focus, drive, and creative spirit within. I am forever grateful to Ondre for showing me the way. He gave me the strength and belief in my self to help me make my own powerful choices. It is the gift of inspiration he shared with me that I want to pass along to others. |
“It’s O.K.”-healing through compassionate understanding
Why? I sat slumped in a chair, clenching my jaw in anger. Why did I look in the mirror and see a huge, fat body staring back at me, but the scale showed no sign of weight change. Time and time again I had experienced this and it did become less with each encounter, but why couldn’t I just like myself?
I was ready to give up, ready to give in and let the familiar cycle of self abuse take control and destroy me. I looked to the phone and back again to the largely distorted figure facing me in the mirror.
Instead of stuffing the batch of freshly baked, chewy oatmeal cookies down my throat, I looked in the mirror with disgust and turned instead for the telephone. I really didn’t want to talk to anybody when I was feeling so low and vulnerable about my self image, but after many previous years of a silence tongue, I learned that it is these times when it is most important to share. I called Ondre because I trusted him, I knew he would understand me without judgment and be practical about my ill proportioned situation.
On this particular day it was not the hands on healing or any lecture that gave me support, but instead, the minimal words, “It is all O.K.” that Ondre spoke with a compassionate certainty. The simplicity of his response quieted my aggressive mind, resonating across my body and giving me yet another opportunity to love myself. |
|
|
|
|
|
Follow Ondre on Twitter
