I began asking around for a massage therapist as my neck had been killing me and needed relief. One of the reasons I traveled to Abadiania, to seek a healing for an old neck injury from a car accident. As I stated in the last blog, no one in the states could assist me. I tried everything, with no relief. A woman, who was staying at the same pousada, mentioned there was a guy from Ireland who gave a wonderful massage. I was told he only charged by donation and there were no time limits. WHAT? I never heard of such a person or service? I was very interested finding out how this concept worked! I was told, John Arden, the massage therapist, would show up when the time was right. Really? I was confused by this statement. “He’d show up when the time was right?” John was described to me as an Irish, accented, short, bald man who was a Hare Krishna.
I looked for John Arden the following days as I walked the dusty dirt roads of Abadiania. One day, after “The Casa” session, I thought I recognized him walking down the same path, whistling. I approached this short, bald man with reddish facial hair, wearing Hari Krisna clothing. To me, he resembled a leprechaun. I asked if he was a massage therapist? “Yes, indeed! At your service!” I smiled and made an apt right then and there.
The very next day, I walked down to where John was staying and knocked on his door for my massage. He answered in a joy filled manner, inviting me in. John shared his approach to massage and told me it was a donation type of payment. Just what I heard from the woman, but I couldn’t believe it! In the states, asking for a donation for a service was/is still unheard of. As he was speaking to me, he looked into my eyes and said…”Your eyes remind me of my mother who passed away when I was a child.” He was so taken by my eyes, tears welled up in his. As I layed on the massage table, we conversed about our lives. He shared his life as a child, without a mother. He told me he never shared info like this before with anyone. I felt his pain was still very present and this outpouring of feelings was needed. Yes, I believe his mother had a hand in our meeting! John also shared his life on the road, which simply amazed me! And wise insights that were meant for just me. John Arden’s life was much more interesting than mine. John, a very wise, old soul. His roots were very Irish but his sense of adventure took him all over the world and seemed to love being portable.
John had been in Brazil for several months and needed funds to go to India soon. He told me he had no money so far and prayed to God for the funds. He needed something like three thousand dollars. John told me, “God will provide.” When he needed something or to be somewhere, he would pray for it and know it would arrive. I was taken back by his faith, trust and complete knowing God would provide. This was all new to me back then. I’m from the U.S. Most people would think he was off his rocker. For me, I was more than curious to know more.
The massage was 2 hours long. He worked the kinks out of my neck. I had no idea what to gift him. What I gave, he was humbly appreciative. Before I left, John mentioned the fact he was in total trust he would get the funds needed to go to India. John smiled and intuitively knew I had a difficult time believing it. John Arden told me I must learn to have faith and trust too! I contemplated what he was asking God for, this was a lesson for me. (I also went to Abadgiania to rest and hoped to find the answers through lots of prayer and meditation, to my next step in my life. John Arden presented me with a huge lesson which would be something I needed to move forward.)
Again, this was in 2001. Abadiania is a third world county. Poverty appeared everywhere. Abadiania hadn’t seen the money it sees today. I wondered how John Arden would get this kind of money. I shared this story with a few people the following days because I was amazed by this man’s trust, faith and belief. “The Secret”wasn’t even a thought in Rhonda Byrne’s life.
Maybe three days past. While walking one of the many dirt roads I shared with a few horses and cows, I heard someone calling my name. “Cyn th iaaa, Cyn thi aaa.” I looked around and didn’t see anyone. I kept walking. “Cyn th iaaa, Cyn thi aaa.” Out of nowhere, John Arden appeared. “Cynthia, I’ve been looking for you! I want to tell you I’m going to India soon. I have the funds I prayed for.” I looked shocked! “What? How is that possible?” John pulled out a huge handful of money from his shirt pocket and said someone came in for a massage and gifted him with all the funds he needed for India. I was speechless. And this happened in only a few days time. I asked if he mentioned his trip to India to the kind person who gave him the money? He told me NO. “What?” I was in total disbelief that this could occur, espy in a third world country, in a few days time. We chatted a bit more and off he went happily, disappearing in an instant.
I began walking back to my pousada and talking to God. “OK, God, I know this lesson is for me.” I began reviewing my life and questioned so many years of lacking trust, faith and total belief. I repeated, while walking towards my pousada, “Ask and you”ll receive! Ask and you’ll receive!” What an unbelievable lesson and teacher! Thankyou God!
John Arden, magically appeared in my life. It truly was the right time and place. I continued to thank God for steering him to me.
I tried to find John Arden when I returned to the states. People I met in Abadiana told me he was there one day and then disappeared. John, where ever you are in the world, thank you for the valuable gift you gave to me. Trust,Faith and Belief are my companions.
I send you gratitude and blessings on your journey,
The American Irish lady with your mothers eyes!
The next segment will be about Brazilians and John Of God.
“That man, than man,you are going to see that man?” I sat listening to comment after comment. All were unfavorable. I stepped back to look inside each conversation I had with many Brazilians, all had negative opinions of Joao Teixeria de Faria, also known as John of God…