amazinGrace: Miraculous Healing Alchemy

By Markus Behnisch, Agnieszka Gantz, Annette Mueller and Annette Bokpe

A down-to-earth businesswoman, journalist, and mother of two: Annette Bokpe spends her days running a successful practice as a business advisor. On a whim, she calls an old friend she had lost touch with. The call changes everything. Unexpectedly, she becomes a student at ÉCOLE SAN ESPRIT®, Annette Mueller’s school for energy healing. As a natural investigator, she is skeptical about the validity of Annette’s work and searches relentlessly for trickery or flaws along the way.

In amazinGRACE® – Miraculous Healing Alchemy, Bokpe recalls the ups and downs of her two-year journey to become a successful energy healer and the amazing experiences and insights she gains along the way. And at the close of each chapter, Mueller, the founder of amazinGRACE® steps in to embellish Bokpe’s experience with some of her own memories. amazinGRACE® – Miraculous Healing Alchemy offers the reader an invaluable understanding of lessons that are among the most precious secrets of mankind. amazinGRACE® – Miraculous Healing Alchemy makes magic and miracles come to life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: San Esprit Verlag
• Release date: Feb 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9783943099096

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Prologue: Annette Mueller

Hear the call! Follow the call! Be the call!

I could see the lights from Waikiki twinkle across the valley like a magical ocean of stars. Sparkles of iridescent yellow, blue, and white shimmered through the darkness of the night sky. My eyes followed the vehicles gliding along the city’s highways, winding up and down the hills.

Leaning against the patio rail, my gaze wandered across the city. I immersed myself in the ocean of the inky distance and am pulled through the dark night by the fluffy white clouds above me.

Savouring the moment, I sank into the beauty of the night, as the music from the room behind me rolled down the hill, into the valley below. How far away will it be heard, and how different will it be when mixed into the sounds of the city?

Each Sunday, a group of people met to plunge ecstatically into rhythm and sound. I, too, allowed my body to move freely, if a little carefully, as I still felt the gallstones that struck me, out of nowhere, upon my arrival to Hawaii. Those days of agony presented a great challenge for me. Now tired, crestfallen, helpless, and confused I sought out a corner of the room to sit quietly on the wooden floor.

I leaned against the wall, stretched out my legs, and just listened, felt, and observed. It’s fascinating to see how differently everyone moves to the same sounds. I realized how my imaginative powers of fantasy stretch my limits, but my thoughts are unable to move any further, because such incredible diversity exceeds even my imagination.

I ask myself what kind of power and intelligence can create boundless individuals that, on one hand, resemble each other, but are also so completely different. I feel my way into the question, I sense the power of creation and marvel once more at that which is so incomprehensible, and yet, so close to me.

On my way up in the Jeep, my host had asked about my awakening. That’s what he called it. The conversation still reverberates inside of me.

To me it wasn’t an awakening. I imagine awakening to be very different. I heard a call, I answered. Still a little shaken by the memory, I described how, due to a severe car accident, my body broken, I had been stuck in a downward spiral without any hope of improvement. Then, as if by magic, I experienced healing through the power of the human mind, through energy healing, through spiritual healing.

I remember I told him how this not only saved my life but became a call towards my future! Following the call, I acquired wonderful healing powers of my own. During my attempt to understand the incredible, I named this inexplicable power amazinGRACE. It has no other to the name. Deep in my heart I gently say to amazinGRACE, I love you! thankful to this extraordinary power that, apparently, had chosen me.

Now, the wall behind me and the wooden floor beneath me were cool. Relaxing, I let go of everything and enjoyed just being in the here and now. I breathed in the moment. The air carried the salt of the Pacific Ocean and I sensed that it brought me the blessings of the seas, the sparkling of the stars, the white of the clouds, and the blackness of the night.

Something changed, the music is calmer and softer. Echoing the rhythm, the dancers’ movements slowed as the evening winds to a close. My mood changed, too, as end and departure are spreading out inside of me. The music continued to gradually soften.

Suddenly, goose bumps overwhelmed me from head to toe as I recognized the melody of Amazing Grace! At that moment I knew for sure, that song is playing just for me! It’s my song! The answer to my declaration of love! I gave myself to that perfect moment. The lyrics of the song are in Cherokee, so while I can’t understand the words, words in my own language arose inside of me as an answer to my declaration.

That is when it happens. I awaken! I awoke to the awareness of being my own miracle. At the same moment, I knew that I love myself. For the very first time ever, I love myself! Now I really know what that means!

I raised my left arm and looked at my hand. How beautiful and perfect it is! How many people have been healed by my hands already? How much fortune have my hands already brought to others? That’s what the song is talking about. It’s a hymn to me and, fortunately, I am in a state of mind where I am able to allow and accept it.

It honors me by telling me, in a way beyond words, how much of this grace I have received, how I have given back again and again. I received the message wholeheartedly and for the first time, without false humility or reservation, I said, Yes! to amazinGRACE. Every one of my cells feels it: this is a moment of choice! I felt asked, Do you want to walk this path? To be the vehicle for amazinGRACE?

I breathed deeply and answered consciously with awe, humility, and gratitude, Yes!

1. A Phone Call with Consequences

In search of an address, I stumble across the telephone number of an old acquaintance, Annette Mueller, a successful management assistant, working in publishing, who also ran a mail-order business for special gift items. Spontaneously, I call her.

Hello, SAN ESPRIT! I hear a familiar voice on the other end of the line.

It is indeed Annette who answers. After a brief chat, I ask about her business life and what else she has going on. I’ve become a healer and I run a hospital for energy healing in Bavaria. It’s called SAN ESPRIT, she tells me. What? Obviously, she has lost her mind! A healer? I cannot believe it. What on earth has happened to her over the last few years?

I bet you didn’t expect that, did you? says Annette, breaking the silence. Without giving me a chance to respond, she tells me she has achieved great results healing people and she now runs a school for energy healing. At that point, I am ready to hang up the phone and put an end to this ridiculous exchange.

But, That’s really interesting, I say, politely. What made you get involved in all that?

Oh, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you when we have more time, she replies. You can’t imagine how wonderful it feels to free people from pain and suffering.

I certainly cannot imagine that! What Annette claims she can do is beyond anything I can conceive. How can it be possible that a fairly-average woman, with no medical education, can heal the sick? What does energy healing really mean, anyway?

When I hear the phrase energy healer I think of manipulation and deception. Some people might be experiencing a placebo effect, at best, but actual healing? No. That is impossible! Then, Annette asks if I would like to join the training program, I nearly laugh out loud. Me, a healer? It is amusing, but no, I will definitely not be doing that.

To avoid a longer discussion, I say, You know, this is all a bit much for me right now. I’ll need some time to think about it.

Okay. Meanwhile, do take a look at my website, www.san-esprit.com,

Yes, I’ll do that. I tell her, then I use that as an indicator that I am ready to end the conversation. I wish her well, great success, and promise to be in touch again soon, although that was a promise I have no intention of keeping.

After hanging up the phone, I’m still sitting at my desk, and I can’t stop thinking about the call. I decide to tell my kids about it as, no doubt, they will have a good laugh about it, too, especially Ina who wants to pursue a medical career.

You’re not going to believe this! I say, upon entering her room.

Not now, Mom. I’m studying for a math test that I have tomorrow. Ina says, pushing me away. My other daughter, Anna, whose finals are coming up, is also too busy to talk.

I wander into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea and stare at the illuminated windows across the road. I can’t understand how Annette could have changed so much. What has happened to make her consider getting into energy healing, of all things? To be honest, I don’t even know what energy healing is.

I get out my laptop, walk into the living room, and curl up on the couch. First, I look at the SAN ESPRIT website. After that, I Google spiritual healing, energy healing, and anything else I can find on the subject. Without noticing, I spend hours reading, and I am amazed to see how much there is on the web. Surprisingly, there are even statements by scientists on energy healing. But, still, most of what I read I classify as crap.

Certainly, none of it fits my world view. I am far too busy dealing with the realities of big business and advising people who have fallen through the cracks during corporate reorganizations. In other words, I take care of real problems, in the real world.

Eventually, I stumble upon a piece online about a woman whose shingles had disappeared soon after treatment from an energy healer. This triggers an old memory of mine, I, too, had experienced the pain of shingles. That article makes me think of everything else I found online about auras, vibrations, spiritual healing, and chakras. Could all of that be nonsense? Of course!

I gaze at a photo on a little shelf across the room. It was me, at twenty-five, playing the part of Sophie in Intrigue and Love. I remember how my shingles had struck during rehearsals. After giving me a sick note, the doctor told me to take a long break and to just be patient. That was the last thing I wanted to hear. I couldn’t possibly take a break so close to our first performance!

I was looking for a fast solution and a colleague suggested I see an old lady who would blow away my shingles. It sounded crazy, but in that moment I was willing to try anything. The old lady’s treatment turned out to be really peculiar. She made the sign of the cross over the painful areas, mumbled words I couldn’t understand, and then blew on my skin. At the end of the session she handed me a package of potato flour to spread on my spots.

Before I left, she told me to put a donation on the counter, but not to say good-bye or glance back. It all seemed absurd. I thought it was utter foolishness, but after just three of these treatments I was better. I told my parents about this experience and neither of them was surprised, they knew of phenomena such as this from their own childhood. In both of their villages there had been someone you called when conventional medicine was unable to help. These people used rituals, prayers, magic, and local herbs.

I continue to sip my tea, remembering the tough times in West Berlin where my African husband and I first started a tourist company. During our many travels in Africa, the sick were often put into a trance. They would stop speaking, and their wounds would heal as if by magic. It is hard to believe this could be attributed to either healing powers or magic. I prefer to think there is a logical explanation for the crazy things I witnessed.

In Benin, my husband’s homeland, nobody doubted that supernatural powers and miracle healings were real. Okay, even if such phenomenal healings really do occur, then only a few people can perform them.

In Africa, those people were old and wise. They could bring about inexplicable things through skilful manipulation, profound insight into human nature, and the help of plants whose healing properties were unknown to others. Even if I assume that a higher power is at play, in my rationalizing, it cannot be accessible to everyone.

Here, I have a seemingly-average German woman telling me that she is an energy healer, and that anyone can learn to do it from her! I shake my head in disbelief.

I return to the SAN ESPRIT website again and again. In their online journal I read reports from people who have been treated by Annette and her team of healers. A case of scoliosis rapidly disappeared, legs of different lengths became even, and people with cancer had been helped, too. Of course, from a scientific point of view, it is all quite impossible. Can there be truth in any of these stories, or do people just deeply believe that they do indeed experience healing?

Or, could something exist between heaven and earth that cannot be proven by the methods that are currently available to us? After all, people once believed that the earth was flat and the man who first said that the world was round was laughed at, ridiculed, and thought crazy for decades. Today? Today everyone knows the earth is round and laughs at those who once disbelieved.

Still with my tea, I glance at my watch and it is already half past three in the morning. Exhausted, I shut my laptop. As I lie in bed, my thoughts go around in circles, and I wonder how much longer I will be stuck reflecting on such things.

I decide to forget about it for now and to engage with what is really important, so, thinking about everything I have to do tomorrow, I fall asleep.

Annette Mueller:

People have no idea how great they are. They have no idea what wonderful powers lie dormant inside of them, and there are so many books and teachings to continually remind us of that. I meet many people who believe this, in theory, but only very few seem able to apply it. Even though there’s a widespread intellectual conviction of this truth, it’s not lived or experienced by many. I know only a handful of people whose lives are really an example to others, an example of greatness, and a model of true personhood.

The astonishment in the room is palpable when we lay our hands on people in our healing centers and healing takes place after a few sessions, or sometimes after only one. You can almost touch it.

What others may theorize over, genuine healers deliver, and live, for real. Whoever has decided to take that first life-changing step and walk this path of constant miracles and wonders, as Annette will describe in this book, will rarely, if ever, be troubled by self-doubt or uncertainty about the meaning of life.

Sometimes people experience miracles that shake them so profoundly that they begin to doubt their outlook of the world. It then dawns on them that there really is much more between heaven and earth than they are able to comprehend. Yet, such miraculous experiences might be quickly forgotten because they do not fit the established codes of perception.

Creating miracles is a gift. I see it as both a blessing and a privilege. It’s also an opportunity to turn our view of humankind upside down and even the chance to redefine it completely. People generally think that, as a collective, we are bad. It’s so easy for us to recognize negative things like: we kill each other, we destroy nature, we exterminate animals, and we are endangering our