The Healer in Flip-Flops
The Healer in Flip-Flops On conscious choice, judgment, and the art of being human. When the Image Doesn’t Match the Medicine I once read a story about someone who searched the world for the best healer. They traveled deep into the mountains, following whispers of a man known for profound healing abilities. The kind of healer spoken about in quiet reverence. When they finally found him, they were confused. Standing before them was a tiny man in flip-flops, cut-off jean shorts, no shirt, belly hanging out… smoking a cigarette. No robes. No performance. No curated holiness. Just a human being…


