Good Vibrations—A Healer’S Journey
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Following his recovery, he experienced a life-changing epiphany in the middle of the night. Now an eager traveler on an unexpected path, Patricks life was renewed with purpose. He was touched by Godand nothing would ever be the same again. Good VibrationsA Healers Journey is an amazing and true account of his dramatic physical and spiritual change.
Patrick always felt the calling to be a doctor, to help those who suffered. As a young man, he flew between his native Belgium and Africa, where his father worked as an engineer. He knew from a young age that he wanted to earn his pilots wings one day. And he achieved both dreams.
In this memoir, Patrick explains how he taps into divine energy to help heal people diagnosed with serious illnesses, including cancer and heart disease. He also describes the steps involved in doing a healing, and provides examples of real, miraculous healings that have taken place in real people. On his remarkable journey as a healer, he has experienced revelations that have provided him with great clarity about humanity.
Patrick Deprez
Patrick Deprez was born in Belgium in 1956. He spent his early years in Central Africa before immigrating to Australia. He is a scientist and a pilot who has worked in Antarctica, and he has been a healer since 1998. His passions include surfing. Patrick is married and has two children.
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Good Vibrations—A Healer’S Journey - Patrick Deprez
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Dedication
List Of Illustrations
Preface
Acknowledgements
Introduction
Chapter 1: Why Me?
Chapter 2: The Crash
Chapter 3: A Path To Recovery
Chapter 4: The Sky’s The Limit
Chapter 5: My Instructors
Chapter 6: Back To Earth
Chapter 7: An Act Of God?
Chapter 8: The Next Stage In Flying
Chapter 9: Changing Friendships
Chapter 10: A Change In Direction
Chapter 11: My Wings
Chapter 12: And Then One Night It Happened
Chapter 13: Past Connections
Chapter 14: Maintaining Connections
Chapter 15: A Healing In Front Of My Own Eyes
Chapter 16: Reaching Out
Chapter 17: Revelations
Chapter 18: Shocking News
Chapter 19: A Foreign Connection
Chapter 20: My Brother Dom
Chapter 21: Maria
Chapter 22: Bernie
Chapter 23: Healings Over Great Distances
Chapter 24: A Healing Session
Chapter 25: Getting Known
Chapter 26: For Fee Or For Free?
Chapter 27: We Are Not Alone—My Perspective
Chapter 28: Divine Energy
Chapter 29: Out Of The Ordinary
Chapter 30: Divine Messages
Chapter 31: Where To From Here?
About The Author
Suggested Further Readings
DEDICATION
Kathy, Joshua and Miriam—love and blessings always.
To our precious planet Earth in need of help right now, may humanity unite to heal you and appreciate your immense significance.
To the oceans, the mountains, the rivers, the forests, the animal kingdom, and the air that we breathe, I acknowledge and truly appreciate you.
To every reader of this book, may the flames of your inner healer be ignited and allow you to awaken fully. Walk on the Earth with compassion, tolerance and love.
In truth, trust and tolerance, we may survive. In ignorance and selfishness we stand to perish.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Figure 1 Photo showing the author at the age of three in Africa in 1959 (Belgian Congo, now called the Democratic Republic of the Congo) with his older sister, Patricia, and a few local friends.
Figure 2 Photo of the author as a Commercial Pilot and the Cessna C 206 used to fly bush walkers and tourists to Melaleuca airstrip in the remote, South-West Wilderness of Tasmania, Australia.
PREFACE
This is a true personal story, based on a part of my life which had a very significant and profound impact on me. It is a journey with hope, inspiration and insights.
As a father of two young children and husband of a wonderful woman, I was truly blessed. However, my life was about to change dramatically. An astounding overload of work in an insidious workplace triggered a series of unexpected events. Instead of falling into a bottomless black hole of despair, never to return, I fought back and survived. Then one night, my life was redirected through Divine intervention.
Some people’s names have been changed to protect their confidentiality. It is my wish that every reader will gain something positive from reading my story, and be inspired in their life.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I want to take this opportunity to thank a few people. First and foremost thank you to my parents, Alice and Pierre, who brought me into this world. I miss my Dad, who passed away after a long illness in 2002. Mum and Dad were great adventurers and loving parents. They had a vision for their family. After leaving Europe to work in Africa for several years, they brought us to Australia in 1967—the lucky country.
Thank you to Nansy for giving me guidance in healing, and for being a great friend. I am also grateful to Rick for sharing the wonders of marine science and surfing stories.
I also want to thank Kathy for editing the manuscript and for putting up with me. She never gave up and continued looking after me when I was down. Without her true love and support, I probably would not be here or even writing this book. I also wish to express my love for our amazing children, Joshua and Miriam-Rose. They are precious souls, living wonderful lives in this amazing world.
Thank you to all of my friends, my doctors, my teachers and many others who have made a positive impact on my life!
A special thank you to Ferdinand, who generously gave me healing when I was a toddler with a severe burn to my leg.
INTRODUCTION
Her face changed from excitement to stomach-wrenching fear in one instant. She felt like she had landed on another planet. Everything was so shockingly different from what she was used to. As she stood on the shores of the mighty Congo River, she instinctively scanned the foreign surroundings in a panicked haste. Her toddler had vanished in a flash. Little kids do that. They have the ability to translocate their bodies at the speed of light over great distances.
She prayed that he hadn’t fallen into the crocodile infested river. Needless to say, that would be the end of him, one way or another. Surely he couldn’t have gotten on board the waiting steam-powered paddle boat, hissing nearby, tethered to a rickety makeshift wharf? Alice already had her hands full. Having travelled for days, with two young kids and a baby by plane from Europe to the most remote, humid and tropical part of Africa, was exceedingly stressful on its own. She didn’t deserve anymore traumas! The safety of her kids was paramount—they were the most precious things she and her husband Pierre had.
Then she noticed the growing din of laughter coming from a large group of ebony-skinned Africans, gathered near the edge of the dense tropical forest. Maybe they could help her find the boy? With the huge surge of adrenaline now flowing through her whole body, she quickly approached the rowdy gathering of locals. The crowd parted for her, as if they knew who she was. Her heart skipped a few beats at what she saw next.
Her three year old son, with white curly hair and blue eyes, was chasing chickens! He was entertaining the locals into tear-jerking fits of laughter. They had never seen anything like this, but they loved it. They had surrounded the boy, as if to protect him from the rest of the world. This protective ring was quickly relinquished when his mother arrived, and promptly reclaimed him in her arms. Little did she know, it was only the beginning of many more adrenaline-pumping adventures, in this foreign land of pigmies, witch doctors, cannibals and wild animals.
The curly-haired boy was me. Apparently my hair was so fine and white that they had to paint in my eyebrows on the family portrait photographs. I have great memories of my early childhood in the dense rainforest of the Belgian Congo (now called the Democratic Republic of the Congo). Apart from inadvertently putting the fear of God into my parents, I also caught some painful, life-threatening, exotic diseases.
I survived amoebic dysentery, violent skin rashes from giant leaves covered with small spikes, and later, a mystery disease that landed me in the Institute of Tropical Medicine Hospital in Antwerp (Belgium) for several weeks. My younger brother contracted cerebral malaria and was clinically dead. However, he was brought back to life through the intervention of a brilliant Italian doctor.
It is the fun times in Africa that I remember the most—the freedom of climbing trees (and falling out of them!), making new friends, playing with a real bow and arrows tipped in poison. I loved exploring the jungle. Apart from giant spiders crawling on my bed at night, I was fascinated watching monkeys, snakes, and large eagles circling overhead on hot days. Everything seemed to grow to huge proportions in the jungle.
Pat%201.jpgHowever, after a few idyllic years in Africa there was growing civil unrest and increasing rebel activity. My father decided it was time to leave for our safety. Mum and Dad saw a documentary about Australia at the movies in Belgium. Instantly, they were both drawn to the sun burnt land of koalas, kangaroos and wide spaces. I think this was the best decision my parents ever made. I missed the freedom and adventures of the jungle, and I quickly forgot the local language, Lingala. In hindsight, I’m glad we came to Australia.
This new country offered us new opportunities and a much safer environment. My sister, two younger brothers and I, went to new schools and learned to speak English. Learning a new language was difficult and I cried often with frustration in the first few months. After a while, we managed to adapt to our new environment and make new friends! One thing that sticks in my mind was the different taste of food in Australia, when compared to Belgium, or central Africa. Luckily, I soon got used to it. I loved the steak and French fries Mum cooked for us on our first day out of the migrant hostels, in Nunawading. We had been staying there for the first six weeks after getting off the ship.
After living for a year in a rented house in the Melbourne suburb of Canterbury, we moved into a brand new house my parents designed, west of Melbourne. I spent the next six years at St. Paul’s College. After completing my High School Certificate (HSC), I studied science at the University of Melbourne. I wanted to become a doctor, but the quotas to gain entry into the medicine course were above my HSC marks.
When I completed my science degree, I was offered a research scholarship at a relatively new Deakin University in Geelong. I did some cancer-related research for my Bachelor of Science Honors degree, which I found really very interesting and rewarding. My findings may have prevented some people getting cancer. After submitting my thesis, I travelled north to Queensland for six months, partying and surfing. During that period, the university contacted me, offering a research grant to do a Master of Science degree in analytical chemistry.
Half way through writing my thesis, I decided to apply for several jobs. It had taken eight long years of university study, and I was keen to get out into the real world to put into practice what I had learned. I applied for one of the most interesting and exciting jobs working in the Antarctic. After a lengthy process, I was selected from one hundred and seventy eight other applicants, to do scientific research in the most remote part of the world.
Following intensive survival training, I was off to the great icy land with twenty two intrepid expeditioners. After spending fifteen long months at Davis Station, I returned home a more mature man. I had many unique and amazing experiences, and learned new things about myself by living in the coldest and harshest place on Earth.
I knew what I wanted and what I missed the most—someone to love, my family, friends and surfing. Several weeks after returning, I met Kathy. She and I were to start a new life together.
CVR.jpgCHAPTER 1
WHY ME?
It was 1996—a difficult year, with lots of drama and major events. That year we had no summer. There were no long, warm days or outdoor activities. Instead, it just rained and rained even more, for three whole months. Poor light and grey days lasted for the whole season. It felt like I had been robbed of my right to enjoy warmth and bright sunlight, following the long, cold and dark winter. Our downstairs laundry flooded, due to an underground spring, which gushed out clear water, and probably only erupted once in a hundred years.
I hated being stuck indoors, fixing leaks in our 150-year-old home, and feeling under siege by water, water everywhere. The only other place for me to be was at work. Working for the public service was initially, very exciting. It had been three years since starting my new job, but in this particular year, the workloads were piling up, with no obvious end in sight.
I agreed to act in a work colleagues’ place, which meant taking on all of his workload. He was leaving for a better life to work interstate, and had made a good decision. Andre was bright and innovative—ahead of his time. He was seen as a threat to the old guard, who liked things to remain unchanged. To make matters worse for me, my supervisor left on a three month secondment to another department. He was the best boss I had ever had. They also liked him so much, that he stayed three more months! Acting in his position and Andre’s, as well as doing my own tasks, was too much work for me. I was feeling the strain, but I kept on going.
One of the first signs that things weren’t quite right was my collapse on the kitchen floor, early one morning. My lower back locked up in excruciating pain. I felt paralyzed, crippled. I then spend several weeks in agony, before slowly recovering. Some would say that my feeling of being unsupported in the workplace, led to the manifestation of the injury. Conceivably, my back gave-out, under the strain of my excessive workload. Maybe these things are true. Who knows? After all, the load I was lumbered with was more mental, than physical. One thing was for sure—it was unrelenting. Without doubt, I could prove my worth and capabilities in the workplace. There was no question about that. However, there was a cost to me, and to my family. As I would later find out, it was going to be high.
As if by magic, the rain stopped falling sometime in late March. It was too late, summer was over. I felt robbed. Easter was upon us, before we could even say goodbye to Christmas. Historically, April’s weather was more predictable, milder and generally more stable. You could be certain there would be warm, sunny days with blue skies. Sure enough, the days were indeed refreshing, uplifting and bright. Would these rays of golden sunshine convince me to stay another year in Tasmania? Did I have any choice in this matter? After all, I had a permanent job in the Environment Department. I also had financial commitments and a young family to look after.
When it came time to reconsider the important decision-making factors, I couldn’t go past the wonderful positive values on offer. The air was clean and fresh, straight from the Southern Ocean, with nothing but thousands of kilometers of water between us and the ends of the world. The food was varied, healthy, and widely acclaimed as clean and green. The schooling system was arguably second to none in Australia. The scenery was breathtaking and stunningly beautiful. It was worth lying down in front of bulldozers, which were still hell-bent on ripping up the remaining precious and ancient temperate rainforests.
The weekend looked promising, weather-wise. Kathy went to collect one of our kids, who was staying at a friend’s place. At around midday, I received a call from a lady living on the mainland, sounding very distressed. Rosslyn was now living in Victoria and we hadn’t heard from her in ages, so I was surprised. I was confused when she asked me if Kathy was working at Port Arthur that day. She said something about a shooting there, where three people had been shot dead. I was sure she was mistaken and that the media had gotten it wrong. Maybe there was another place on the mainland with the same name.
However, she was resolute. She had seen it reported on the television and it sounded very serious. I reassured her that Kathy was okay, and in fact was not working at Port Arthur on this particular sunny, autumn day. Kathy had been contracted to do landscape research for a Sydney-based consultant at the historic penal colony. Fortunately, she had always firmly refused to work on weekends (something I should have also insisted at my own workplace). We hung up.
I switched on the TV, hoping to find out this was all a big mistake. A stream of words flowed along the bottom of the TV screen. Sure enough, there was breaking news of a multiple shooting in Tasmania. At that same moment Kathy arrived home with our daughter, Miriam. Even though