Walking Through Walls

by Philip Smith

  Physics tells us that each color has its own frequency or vibration. For my father, each individual color was not unlike an individual vitamin. Someone might be deficient in vitamin D or E and require supplementation. By projecting these specific vibrations created by the colored light, my father could realign and normalize both mental and bodily functions. In the most simplistic of terms, red was energizing, blue was calming, green strengthened the immune system, and yellow could do everything from induce diarrhea to increase alertness. One could heal others or himself simply by visualizing the appropriate color targeted to the ailing organ.

  Pop taught me to put large glass jugs of water in the sun to absorb the full energy spectrum. This was especially important to do during the winter. Water, he told me, should always be exposed to the sun to be energized. All of our water comes to us from dark underground pipes, and so it is devoid of the vital light energy that our bodies need. By capturing all the different invisible wavelengths contained in sunlight, this “color water,” as he called it, could revitalize our bodies. After it had absorbed the sun’s rays, Pop told me to sip it daily, like a fine brandy. He also insisted that I practice color breathing. If I was low in energy, I would close my eyes, inhale red, and visualize it infusing my entire system. I’d then pull another all-nighter.

  Several weeks after this phone call, the New York winter got to me. I took up my father’s offer and headed home. My first night back in Miami, Pop invited me to observe one of his new healing classes. As I sat in his living room, watching the class, the warm, balmy air felt good on my skin as it drifted through the living room.

  “Who wants to dematerialize?”

  My father held above his head a small one-inch blue cardboard square with some writing on it in white ink.

  Scattered around the living room was a group of seven people looking nervously at the piece of cardboard. If they raised a hand, would they disappear into the ether, never to return? The room was still, with a heightened silence. No one was volunteering. They were waiting for the punch line that this was some kind of joke. My father’s hand remained frozen in the air as he looked around the room for someone to sign up for the journey to another dimension. He was not smiling.

  What these people did not realize was that my father wasn’t kidding. He was willing to show anyone in that room the exit door from three-dimensional reality. Buckle your seat belt and have a nice flight. I had no doubt that anyone who placed the piece of cardboard on their forehead would have slowly faded to black and disappeared from the material realm. My concern was, would he be able to bring them back? He didn’t mention anything about rematerialization or a return ticket.

  Personally, I’d had enough space travel in my lifetime and was perfectly content to remain earthbound for the time being. I declined when my father offered me a small blue square to place on my forehead.

  This was one of his first classes on the projectors, a new healing technique that over the years he had developed in collaboration with his spirit guides. Chander Sen had been the head of the “project development team.”

  Pop told me that Chander Sen was able to split his consciousness into millions of individual entities, like drops of water in the ocean. It was in this way that Chander Sen was able to be in so many places at once.

  There was something astonishingly elegant about the simplicity behind this broad-spectrum healing system that combined the look of a kindergarten arts and crafts project and the thinking behind quantum physics. I had never seen my father actually make one of these projectors—no one had. Usually Pop was very generous in sharing his healing methods. This time he was not. Now that he had finally perfected it, he guarded this methodology as if he had the formula for the atomic bomb. It was one of the many secrets that died with him. He believed that these projectors were too powerful and too effective to risk misuse by ill-intentioned people. Their energy seemed to be unlimited.

  Chander Sen warned him to carefully guard the secret process of creating the projectors: “The projectors’ power can be destructive to the sender if misused. Be careful that it does not fall into the wrong hands, for none but the pure in heart should send forth its light. Its primary purpose is for healing, and it is guided by universal law to fulfill its purpose in all of its facets. It should be created for a specific purpose, and the effect will be instantaneous. Its power will not be dissipated but will lie dormant until projected.”

  What little I knew about the creation of the projectors was from what my father told me and what I read in his messages from the spirits. The process began with Pop analyzing a specific disease or its remedy from a pure energy perspective. Once he obtained this information, he would then take this energy “DNA” and create a type of psychic “vaccine” and mentally imprint it as a thought-form onto these small cardboard squares. At times, in order to create these projectors, he might also use his pendulum as if it were some sort of spectrometer to analyze the information he was receiving about a particular disease’s energy matrix.

  Once Pop had placed the specific thought-form onto the cardboard, he wrote the name of the ailment or organ that it addressed on the outside and then sealed it with tape. On the back of each projector was a code number, which he used to organize the projectors into elaborate healing systems. When he would diagnose a patient, the pendulum would indicate the number of the specific projector that the patient needed. It was a bit like ordering from a Chinese menu: “I’ll have a number 234, ‘Thyroid Cells,’ to start; and then a 345, ‘Remove Fear,’ and for my main course, I’ll have a 665, ‘Reye’s Syndrome.’”

  Over the last several years, Pop developed projectors for over four hundred different conditions. These small cardboard squares were designed to heal everything from the adrenal glands, bladder infections, and blood infections to realigning the chakras, curing herpes, and repairing bad teeth. In addition to healing specific conditions, the projectors were able to regenerate not only cellular structure but organs in the body.

  Pop would organize the projectors alphabetically, starting with Abundance, Acne, Allergens, Asthma, and Astral Trip to Hemorrhage, Heparin, Herpes, and Impotence, all the way through Tranquillity, Vagina, Zinc Sulfate, and Zone Irritation. He then placed them in small cardboard folders that banks give children for holding small collections of dimes and quarters. When the bank refused to give him any more, he would get them from the church, which passed them out to the parishioners for their weekly offerings. They featured a realistic portrait of Jesus on the cover.

  After years of research and development, the projectors were now standardized and reproducible. It was almost as if Pop were franchising himself by inventing objects and symbols containing specific healing energies that could be used by others for when he wasn’t around. In this way he could multiply the number of people who could deliver his healing energy.

  In one of Chander Sen’s many messages to my father on the subject, the monk observed that the projectors had an almost miraculous ability to regenerate damaged organs in the body: “The projectors are adding a new level of communication and therapy to spiritual healing, and you have only scratched the surface. You will now start tuning in to the different states of consciousness and correcting misalignments of the various bodies and levels of being in man. Now we can regenerate any cellular structure or organ in the body. If a lung is working only at twenty percent, we can regenerate that lung and put new cells and new air sacs in there to function at one hundred percent.” Pretty powerful stuff.

  The projectors were a new way to utilize the invisible energies of the universe. Great leaps in culture have always been made whenever invisible energies were discovered and harnessed, such as X-rays, atomic energy, television, radio, electricity, and microwave communication, among others. Perhaps Pop’s initial discoveries of these subtle energies will eventually be used for healings that could include organ regrowth and reduced cellular aging, which could lead the way to an immortal body.

  In his healing room, he kept the
most frequently used projectors attached to the wall above his desk. Many times he told me that while he was diagnosing a patient with the pendulum, individual projectors would suddenly fall onto his desk one by one in a specific sequence. This happened only during a healing; the projectors never fell at any other time.

  After this happened a few times, he asked Chander Sen why the projectors would fall only during healings. Chander Sen responded that it was his way of handing my father the specific projectors that he needed during that healing—not unlike a nurse handing tools to a surgeon during a procedure.

  Back in the healing class, there were no takers for the free chance to dematerialize into the ether. Pop handed out different projectors to each student so that he or she could feel the specific energy packed into this little square of cardboard. I watched as his students sat quietly, absorbing energy from their small squares of colored cardboard pasted to the middle of their forehead. Despite the strangeness of the scene, an unusual calm pervaded the room.

  “Be careful, don’t leave the projector on your forehead for more than three minutes, or you’ll overdose,” Pop warned. “These things are very powerful. I don’t want you to do any damage. Donna, what did you feel?”

  “Lew, I found myself breathing very deeply, but then I got a pain in my head. I had to take the projector off. I got scared.”

  “What is written on your projector?”

  Donna removed the projector from her forehead and turned it over. The word oxygen was written on it.

  My father continued. “Let me explain what happened. You’re a shallow breather, right?”

  “Yes, I am.”

  “The projector opened up your air sacs so you could take in more oxygen. You’re not accustomed to this rush of oxygen. The pain you felt was your body telling you that you couldn’t handle this much oxygen even though you needed it. That’s why you took it off. You will have to acclimate. You need to breathe slower and deeper. Do you get migraine headaches?”

  “Yes, terrible ones.”

  “Here, put this one on. You’ll feel it very quickly.”

  “Hmmm, I feel myself swaying, so peaceful,” the young woman exclaimed. “I can hear words. Someone is talking to me.”

  “The projector is giving you exactly what your body needs. Your air sacs are opening up at a slower pace now. This is the amount of oxygen you require to better regulate your system. It’s amazing that this is just a piece of cardboard, yet it can have such an effect on you. Why? Because of the power of thought—there is nothing more powerful than the ability to control and send thought. Whenever a new medicine is discovered, I am able to distill its essence and create a projector for it. This way we can use the true benefit of the medicine to treat illness without any of the side effects. That is the beauty of this system.”

  My father used Donna’s experience to tell the class about his own problem with being overoxygenated. “This reminds me of what happened back in 1972 when the spirits started raising my vibrational levels. They wanted to elevate me quickly so that I would be able to do more powerful healings. The problem was that they took me up the scale too quickly, and I was gasping for air. I was dizzy and out of breath. I felt like I had just climbed a mountain. I told them I couldn’t handle it. So they lowered me back down to the physical level. It took them a full two weeks to bring me back up to the divine level at 220,000. Now, of course, I remain at the cosmic level, which is 800,000, with no problem. I had to adjust to living at this higher level. All of us in this room can eventually be at the cosmic level. Donna, over time your body will also acclimate to the positive increase in oxygenation.

  “Let me show you how to choose what projector you need. Open up your booklets containing the projectors. Now, take your pendulum and either hold it over each one, or use a pointer in your other hand and point to each one and ask if you need it. When your pendulum moves in a clockwise motion, then you need the energy from that particular projector.

  “These projectors heal not only the physical but the mental. The projectors go into the consciousness to program the mind, which then directs the body accordingly. By using the appropriate projector, we can do a complete psychological healing in a few minutes that would take a psychiatrist years. We can totally reprogram consciousness so that people change their destructive thought patterns or heal their psychiatric problems. We always need to get the patient into a state of mental harmony. When one is not in mental harmony, you can pick up any kind of disease. Okay, now I want you to use your pendulum to choose what projector you need. Let’s start.”

  All the students held pendulums over their books of brightly colored cardboard squares. Their pendulums were registering at different speeds the various projectors that they needed. They picked out projectors with names like past-life pain, inner sight, no smoking, and tranquillity. This exercise continued for about ten minutes. Then all of a sudden everyone’s pendulum stopped at exactly the same time. It was as if there’d been a power failure during an electrical storm or someone pulled the plug on the pendulums’ energy source. They just hung limply, and the room became very quiet. One by one the students looked up at my father.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, suppressing a smile.

  Jack said, “My pendulum stopped. It’s dead. What’s going on?”

  “Mine too,” said Marie. The students looked nervously at one another to verify that they each had the same problem.

  “I shut off the power to your pendulums. This is to teach you a lesson. This power is not to be taken for granted. It can be used only for the highest good. I created it, and I can turn it off. You can never use these projectors for personal gain or for evil. I can take the power away, and if I don’t, then Chander Sen will.”

  This was an impressive display of my father’s psychic power. It certainly had awakened the class. There was a sense of alarm in the room. If my father could shut down their pendulums and projectors, what else could he do? The class was now much more alert and respectful. Just then the doorbell rang. Pop motioned for me to get the door. I opened it, and standing before me was a woman slightly hunched over with a look of pain on her face.

  “Is Lew here?”

  “Yeah. He’s in the middle of teaching a class. Are you in the class?”

  “No, I’m in a lot of pain, and I need a healing fast.”

  “Okay, let me see. Come on in and wait here and let me ask him. What’s your name?”

  “Janet.”

  When I went back to the living room and told Pop about his visitor, he asked me to have her come in.

  Pop greeted her warmly, then introduced her. “Everyone, this is Janet, who just stopped by for a healing. I’d like for you all to watch so that you can learn a bit more from this case. Janet, what can I do for you?”

  “My back has been hurting, and it’s just getting worse. I was in the neighborhood and thought I would just stop by.”

  “Okay, let’s see what is the cause of the problem.” Pop held the pendulum in his right hand while he silently asked questions about Janet’s condition. “There is a slight deformity in your spine that makes one leg shorter than the other. Once we adjust this problem, you will no longer have any backaches. Why don’t you just stand up, right in front of me? Now, just relax and close your eyes. You will feel something gently pushing you forward or backward. Go in that direction. Don’t be afraid—you won’t fall. The body is telling you what position you need to be in to receive the healing.”

  Janet stood up and within seconds started swaying forward as if she was drunk. Since her eyes were closed, Pop told her what was occurring. “You’re going forward. Okay, that means that the body wants you to lie down on your stomach because Chander Sen is going to work on your back. Every vertebra in your spine will be adjusted. Don’t be alarmed; you will feel as if someone is poking his fingers into your back. That will be Chander Sen working on you. I will not be touching you.”

  Janet lay on her stomach while my father stood over her. Her head was
turned to one side, and her eyes were closed. The room was quiet as the students watched the process. Janet appeared to be asleep. Every once in a while her shoulders twitched, and her hips would sporadically roll slightly from side to side. Occasionally her eyes would scrunch up as if someone had touched a sore spot. Nothing much seemed to be happening. It was hard to imagine that this woman’s spine was being completely reworked and adjusted.

  After a few minutes, Pop said, “All right, you should be coming up now.” Janet opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and stood up slowly without saying a word. “How does your back feel?”

  “I feel like I’ve grown a couple of inches; it’s much straighter. I hope it stays this way. I’ve never stood so straight in my life.”

  “Well, you certainly look like you’re standing straighter,” he said. “Sit in this chair and hold your legs straight out.” My father stood in front of her and looked down at her legs. “Can you see that one of your legs is shorter than the other? Look at the difference.”

  “Oh my God, I never noticed that.”

  “Well, this is the cause of your problem. You are constantly pulling your back out of alignment because of this difference. This affects your entire nervous system and every organ in your body. Now I’m going to equalize your legs. Don’t do anything to help me. I’ll lift them up.” Pop put his hands on top of her feet and lifted her legs straight out. Slowly he slid his hands up her feet until his thumbs rested on the inside of each of her anklebones. With his hands, he brought her legs together so that they were touching. His right thumb was about an inch and a half higher than the left thumb. This clearly showed how uneven her legs were. “Janet, look where my thumbs are. See the difference? I have them on your ankles, but one is higher than the other, and they are not matching up. Now watch your legs come together. They’ll move by themselves. Just watch.”