Today I read that John Travolta and his Scientologist friends are going to Haiti to help. Help is needed, that’s for sure. I also read in a related article that a Scientologist named Randy Meyers from Michigan had travelled to India after the tsunami to heal survivors by touching them with his finger. Meyers, an auto mechanic, said that he does not need you to believe that his method works, for it to work for you.
His method was described this way: “he is helping them heal themselves, eradicating pain waves and allowing energy waves to flow, clearing pathways for nerves to run errands of anatomical necessity, liberating the spirit to align with the body…”
This is the kind of story that just grabs my attention.
Not because so many believe that Scientology is a cult, or because I have never seen anyone become permanently healed by just the touch of a finger…
…but because it seems like it should be true. This is the allure. This is the trip wire into taking one illusion and replacing it with another.
First of all, I believe that Mr. Meyers really believes that he is helping – and truth be told, whenever he encounters a tsunami victim and shows his compassion – he IS helping. There is a special healing that happens when one person shows another that he or she cares enough to engage.
But let’s look at his other belief: that he can heal with just the touch of his finger.
You know that I’m a skeptic (as paradoxical as it appears on its face), and I’ve seen a lot of people make a lot of claims in the realm of healing, but you know and I know that if anyone had found that magic incantation, that magic touch, that magic wand, then the world would already have beaten a wide and wooly path to their door. That healer would be either a world-famous multi-quadrillionaire, or just a straight-up Angel of God – no two ways about it.
No one fitting that description exists on Earth, yet, we want to believe that they do. But why?
Well, there are several reasons, not the least of which is that we think that we’re so important that, of course, we are entitled to be healed – and instant healing would be even better. We’re locked in a special relationship with ourselves, and we have a really hard time seeing around it. OK, the ground is getting mushy here, stick with me. How important are we? Who are we? And why are we needing healing? Obviously something isn’t right in the Universe if we aren’t the perfect, whole, radiant beings that we’re told we are, by just about everyone in the self-help world. Why do we keep buying that line when it’s ALWAYS the exception and NEVER the rule?
So, how important are we? Apparently, not important enough to stay whole and radiant and so forth. But that only applies if we believe we’re real…and whether we are really critical to the story we find ourselves in.
There is no way I can address all of these questions in one post, so I’m going to do it in installments. This installment is called, “Are We Real?”
Are we? Can we prove it to anyone? Keep in mind that you might well be arguing your case to someone caught in the same illusion as you are. You may say to me, “my eyes see you, my ears hear you, my hands can feel you, so therefore, we are both real.” Let me ask you a question: If you follow your five senses – let’s take touch, for example – through the skin, up into the brain that receives the signals and converts them into something we recognize…where did that come from, that ability to believe that we feel?
Did it come from God? If it did, why did he make a faulty product – a product that breaks down and needs fixing, and then gets old and dies? A product that, while having some pretty thrillingly miraculous systems, hates and kills and lies? If God is all we’re making him out to be (perfect, all-knowing, all-loving, and so forth), then either a perfect God made an imperfect creation……..OR………there’s something not right with our assumptions.
“But the Devil! HE tempted man and man fell and became imperfect!” The devil? He’s more powerful than God? He can take God’s perfect creation and hobble it? Really?
“It was a Free Will! Man became willful and chose sin, and now he’s paying the price!” Can a perfect God create something that can will itself to become imperfect? Or, as I’ve heard asked so many times, “Can God make a rock so heavy that he, himself can’t lift it?”
C’mon! Let’s get some critical thinking started here. We don’t know how we got here. We don’t even really know where ‘here’ is – much less who ‘we’ are! It seems miraculous if you take the long view, and I agree – there’s something like a miracle going on….it ‘s just, just that it’s such a fractured miracle.
So we stipulate that there’s something unexplainable (maybe even miraculous) going on, skip all the hard thinking and zoom to the end of the theorem – miraculous stuff appears to exist, I appear to exist, ergo, I am miraculous (and can perform miracles). Yikes!
If the Scientologists, or anyone else for that matter, figured out how to really, really, really heal others, then what’s up with a God who let centuries of mankind suffer and die until that person was born? And if you’re a healer, wouldn’t you also have to be a peacemaker? Or would war and suffering be your raison d’etre? How wrong is that?
Mankind’s saving grace and our biggest problem is that we believe there’s something out there that we can’t quite wrap our arms around. It’s our biggest problem because we judge that we must own it and define it and limit it and put it in a big building and use it to manipulate others. It’s our saving grace because it gives us our transcendent moments and beckons us to keep searching for answers. Deep down in our hearts we know that if we use it to make judgments, we are psychologically killing ourselves. Because when we judge, we somehow imagine we are as powerful as the devil we just gave those impossible powers to – we’re mightier than the Miraculous Unknowable – the God. We can take creation – God’s product, if you will — and make a decision about it. “So there, God – I’m the Boss of YOU!”
“I’m the boss of you” yet I don’t even know who or what I am. But I feel mighty entitled, anyway.
If we’re going to learn to stop judging and therefore to stop psychologically killing ourselves, we’re going to have to start sometime. How about re-reading that last big paragraph and allowing yourself to laugh at yourself – then start right now? Who will know? I’m not talking about judging if the floor was properly swept or the coffee was cold – I’m talking about the subtle things that shoot right by us.
When you watch the news about Haiti tonight, watch your thoughts. You may recognize a couple of these gems:
- People who loot are bad.
- That guy suffered a loss of limb, but he was visiting a brothel – he got what he deserved.
- Brown skinned foreign people don’t feel things the same way ‘we’ do.
- Scientologists (or any group) are whack-jobs, they shouldn’t be there – they’re just making a bad thing worse.
- The Haitians weren’t smart enough to build infrastructure – what did they think would happen?
Go back to the picture in this post and check your reaction again – then apply forgiveness to the one who needs it the most – YOU. It might not answer the question, “Are We Real?” but it will put us in touch with the transcendent side of the equation, and that is the only side that can logically contain the answer.

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