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You have never heard of me. This is the true story of a person being born without the advantages of privilege, pedigree, or wealth who one day, with the undiminished imagination of a child, attempted the impossible and succeeded, and in doing so discovered a latent human potential that transformed his life.
The inheritance that we are all born with, the potential that resides beyond the perceptions of our five senses and the measure of science, if ignited, will empower you with the capacity to literally transform yourself, your life, and the world around you. It is my hope that this book will inspire you to embark on the Five Step path to ignite your sacred potential to manifest the life you were born to live.
Be not afraid, the path to realize your potential is not an intellectual pursuit. I was labeled an “underachiever” in school and was advised by my guidance counselor to set my goals “a bit lower” and to abandon my dreams. However, as you will soon read, my soul rebelled and had a different plan in store.
As I searched for the highest and best use for my life, I read the stories of the most beloved people throughout time, those individuals who have been placed in the pantheon of greatness by the citizenry. The names of Washington, Wilberforce, the Wright brothers, Gandhi, Mandela, King, Salk, and Parks all came to mind. As I read their stories, I realized that all of their journeys had five common steps.
They all looked around, seeing challenges, obstacles, and ignorance; decided to make a change; connected to a higher source; and acted; and their actions manifested in the world and became legend. Their legacies are gifts to humanity that have inspired people with gratitude for generations.
This book is my personal invitation to you. It was not written to awe you but to inspire you, to encourage each and every one of you to ignite that latent ember of potential that rests within you.
Now, perhaps more than at any time in history, the world needs inspired women, men, and children working in all fields if we are to overcome the challenges that confront humanity today. It is my hope that you will embark on the five-step path to ignite your great potential and manifest your own masterpiece for the benefit of yourself, your family, and your larger family, humanity.
Who knows? If you look around, decide to manifest a change, connect to a higher source, and then act, you may just find yourself sitting next to your peers in the pantheon of greatness!
—Joseph Pierce Farrell
The good that men do is small in amount compared with what men and women bear locked in their hearts . . . to unbind what is bound, to bring the underground waters to the surface, humanity is waiting and longing.
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When Joseph Pierce Farrell first approached me to write the foreword for this book, I was more than receptive for a number of reasons. First, I have come to recognize and respect Joseph as a visionary and bridge builder in the study of science and spirituality. One day, after having completed five surgeries, I picked up my wife and drove to a formal dinner being held in Manhattan in honor of a titled dignitary. Attending this party were leaders in politics, medicine, and science, in addition to European nobility.
I had heard about Joseph’s work months earlier from friends and colleagues who recommended that I meet him because of our similar areas of interest. I am a Georgetown University Medical School graduate who went on to become a board-certified urologist and have maintained an active clinical practice for twelve years. I initially chose to practice medicine because I felt it would be the highest and best way for me to help people. Within the Hippocratic Oath there are specific tenets pertaining to the ethical practice of medicine. Inherent in this agreement is the pledge to do no harm by way of sins of commission or omission. Given that, I am continually seeking efficacious modalities that can help my patients. Although practicing medicine is a noble pursuit, I became disenchanted when I found in it a bias and a focus in medicine that weighed heavily in favor of advancing certain areas at the expense of omitting other areas worthy of exploration. Propelled to discover alternatives, I found myself traveling in Asia and South America, where I encountered physicians and healthcare providers with a common goal to explore various modalities in the hope of finding efficacious techniques to complement modern clinical care.
Ironically, it wasn’t until I returned to the United States that I met Joseph and found what I had been searching the globe for. Here was a man in conventional attire who was said to possess the capacity to work at the same level as legendary healers in South America as well as avatars from India. The passion with which I’d entered medicine was rekindled after I encountered another person who shared my passion for advancing the boundaries of healthcare beyond their current limits.
The following week I received an invitation to join the cross-disciplinary team of physicians and scientists who were engaged in research at the Global Health Institute. As I observed Joseph work, through my scientific, clinical eyes, my perception permanently shifted. I witnessed the effective intervention of a modality not known by Western medicine. Joseph was transforming human tissue, through intention, within a matter of minutes. A patient came in with a lateral malrotation of the right leg and severe swelling of the ankle. In fifteen minutes the ankle experienced complete absence of swelling and the medial malleolus (ankle bone) previously not seen became visible. The patient’s foot and leg were straightened.
I continued to review Joseph’s work and have been present for a number of sessions where participants in observational studies have had work done. These individuals had previously been cared for by physicians at some of the highest level institutions in the New York City area and were told nothing further could be done for them. I have seen dramatic improvements in both the physical and psychological states of participants who have had the benefit of Joseph’s intervention. We were actively engaged in the exploration of consciousness and its relationship to health and healing. Despite the demands on my time, including being the founding Board member and managing partner of a kidney stone treatment center with a staff of one hundred, as well as a full-time practicing surgeon and father to a newborn, I was compelled to join a team of professionals engaged in developing the currently emerging integrative health model.
What I witnessed in Joseph’s work was not “thinking” similar to what I had been exposed to in the scientific medical field for the past thirteen years. I knew I had seen something extraordinary. I recalled scientists of the nineteenth century who studied the wings of birds and soon thereafter unlocked their mystery and created the new branch of science known as aviation. In the twentieth century, wishing to enable aircraft to fly at night, scientists studied bats and discovered radar. In the twenty-first century, the physicists who harness ineffable energies will give to humanity something sublime.
It is my belief that rigorous scientific exploration of the benevolent source working through Joseph will shape the new healthcare model of this millennium and the future of medicine. It is my opinion that, given the advances in biophysics that support these modalities, linked with the demands of patients for integrative and complementary care, medicine will begin to embrace the notion of consciousness and spirit as mediators of material and thus physical change.
Frank T. Salvatore, M.D.
Chair, Medical Advisory Board,
Global Health Institute, 2006–2009
The significant problems we face cannot be solved at the same level of thinking we were at when we created them.
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HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHTIf you bring forth what is within you,
what you have will save you. . . .
—Gospel of Thomas, Saying 70
It was January 2000, the dawn of a new millennium, and change was in the air. It was also a time when people around the world, individually and collectively, paused for a moment to look inside and question who they were, how far they had progressed, and where they were heading. I was no exception.
Like many of those who made the pilgrimage to New York City in the early 1980s in search of material success, I had come ashore in the midst of a circus of decadence and compulsive spending. Wall Street had hoodwinked a nation into believing that greed was good, and people were outdoing one another to see who could be the best. This was especially true in the world of real estate and finance, where I had chosen to take my shot at the wheel of life. My childhood dream was to pursue a career in healthcare, to help restore people’s lives, but my high school guidance counselor had delivered the painful news that, at least on paper, I was a classic underachiever who simply didn’t live up to his potential. In his opinion, I should abandon my dream of working in healthcare.
Instead, I followed my dad’s advice and spent four years training as a cadet midshipman in the U.S. Maritime Administration, with summers spent sailing around the globe. In my free time, I followed in the wake of the friendly ship’s physician, watching him patch up the sailors and getting vicarious satisfaction as a student medical corpsman. I followed that with two years of business classes while I broke into the highly competitive field of New York City real estate. Having learned to navigate the seas, I now knew how to avoid the two-legged variety of sharks who infested the waters of Manhattan. In the process, I’d suffered a few bites and paid my dues, which amounted to several chunks taken out of my soul, but I had survived and begun to prosper materially.
Like many of the people in the city, each morning I donned a suit and tie, then walked the ten blocks south from my small apartment on the Upper East Side to my office. On the way, I passed the Manhattan Eye, Ear, and Throat Hospital, where some of the top reconstructive surgeons in the nation restored the faces of disfigured children and adults. Combining their medical training with a fundamental grasp of the art of sculpting, they dressed in surgical aprons and wielded an array of scalpels, saws, fine chisels, and rasps to undo the harm that nature or humanity had visited upon their patients. I couldn’t avoid seeing kids exiting cars or walking from the nearby subway station, their faces, ears, or noses bandaged after surgical procedures to correct some trauma brought about by automobile accidents, burns, or genetic disorders. Their faces and heads were often covered in an attempt to avoid the inevitable stares and painful taunts of the groups of more fortunate children en route to and from several schools in the area.
My heart always went out to these kids and their parents. I wasn’t aware of it at the time, but the feelings that were registering within me were the keys to unearthing my subconscious desires—my childhood dream of a career in healthcare, which still lay dormant like a seed buried in my soul and would flash to the surface whenever I happened to pass any scene of a car crash, an injured pedestrian, or any other apparent suffering. But seeing those kids trying to conceal their disfigurement made me feel especially impotent that I couldn’t do anything to help.
So, when I strolled through the impressively appointed lobby of my Madison Avenue office, the reflection of my uniform of a business suit and the click of the heels of my comfortable Italian loafers on the marble floor provided little solace for my lack of enthusiasm toward the role I played as J. P. Farrell, Investment Consultant and Appraiser of Real Property. Blah, blah, blah. It was a soulless job consisting of coordinating with real estate brokers, banks, and mortgage lenders to smooth the paths of the corporate executives and affluent individuals arriving in New York daily to buy into the dream of material nirvana. I was all but unaware of why my life had started to disintegrate, although the symptoms were plain to see: I was despondent and had lost weight; an open smile was gone from my face, replaced by an empty mask. I had lost all interest in my work, and the doctor I saw in desperation diagnosed my condition as dysthymia, a low-grade depression.
One Saturday morning in this frame of mind, I dragged myself to Peter’s Barber Shop for a much needed haircut. Recently I had begun to neglect little things like personal grooming, and my friends had mentioned that I was looking a bit disheveled, just another sign of my creeping malaise. While I was waiting my turn for the barber, I picked up The New York Times and read a story about the discovery a few decades before of twelve leather-bound papyrus manuscripts buried in sealed jars that an Egyptian peasant farmer had stumbled upon while searching for fertilizer in the mountains close to his village. Afraid that the tall, ancient vessels might contain evil genies, the young man hesitated to open them, but the lure of hidden gold got the better of him, and he cracked open the pots with his tools. Indeed, a cloud of golden dust appeared, but as it settled the farmer reached in and discovered that the vessels contained not gold but simply some old, decaying scrolls.
Not realizing that he had unearthed a priceless treasure forgotten for nearly two thousand years, he brought home the papyrus to use as fuel in his oven. Eventually the manuscripts that escaped becoming oven fodder were sold on the black market, then rescued by an Egyptian museum. When their translation was completed in the 1970s, they were found to contain lost secret teachings that came to be known as the Gnostic Gospels. As I grew increasingly fascinated by the account, the barber called me away from my Indiana Jones reverie and invited me to sit in his chair.
While he snipped away, I continued to wonder what was in those documents, why they had been carefully sealed and hidden by holy men so many centuries ago. My mood lifted somewhat, buoyed by the possibility of mysteries beyond my scope of knowledge. The following Monday, however, after suffering through an excruciatingly boring lunch with some business execs who fancied themselves “masters of the universe,” my malaise returned in full force. I was passing a Barnes & Noble on my way home from work when I saw the cover of the book mentioned in the newspaper article: a selection of texts from the Gnostic Gospels. Excited, I walked inside to see if it was really true that heretofore unknown wisdom could be purchased for a few dollars. I bought a copy of the text, and that evening I began to read it. As I read, it seemed as if these words were reaching through time to present me with a personal message:
If you bring forth what is within you,
what you have will save you.
If you do not bring it forth,
what you do not have within you will kill you.
Right then the serendipitous arrival of wisdom that had been buried for many centuries resonated in me, not in my head but in my heart. And somehow, in a way I couldn’t explain, it activated my dormant childhood dreams. Having stumbled along an uninspiring path during the intervening years, I now made the decision to alter my course, to bring forth what was within me—lest the failure to do so kill me.
Suddenly it was as if new breath coursed through my body. I woke up the next day with a bounce in my step and wind in my sails. I practically skipped to work, so great was my eagerness to resign my joyless job and start a new life—although what exactly that life would be, I couldn’t have told you. Without any new work lined up, or any sure course of action, I was jumping without a net. My decision may have defied logic and rationality, but it gave my heart and soul a tremendous feeling of liberation.
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