Posted: 30/08/2017 at 20:03
My poor son had chicken pox when he was about 21. It was really bad and his temperature was sky high. Some one told me about a healer, called the Fireman, in a local (French) village. I was desperate so I called him. He was a small, rather scruffy man, smelling of the red plonk he'd drunk at lunch time. He asked for a bowl of cold water. Then he drew his hands up my son's body, not quite touching him and put his hands in the cold water. He did this several times and asked me to empty the water. The water was warm! He wouldn't take payment, said it was a gift from God. Then he left. That evening my son felt a lot better and his temperature was down to normal in the morning! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it.