Kurt says, "I always knew there was something unusual about me, but I never knew what it was until I was  twenty-nine years old.    In my family, seeing was believing.   Anything else was considered to be hocus pocus nonsense.  So as a child, my survival method was to hide my gift.   I even hid it from myself." 

Kurt explained that his awakening took about three years and started in  1975 in a very remote part of Iraq.   At that time, he was a highly skilled, professional engineer supervising the placement of extremely heavy, electrical-power-generating turbines onto a power station's already prepared foundation settings.   One of his co-workers,  Lothar, was involved in an accident which broke his ankle.   For three reasons, improvising was the order for the moment.    First, because there was no doctor around, second, because of the location's remoteness, and third, the country's poor communication and transportation system would require a three day effort to evacuate him.

Kurt, being highly resourceful, took out his secret, smuggled in,  stash of Johnny Walker whiskey and said, "Here, drink this while I build you a temporary cast."   By the time the cast was made, Lothar was thoroughly drunk and Kurt had had more than a couple of swigs from the bottle, himself.    As he was about to apply the cast, Kurt said,  "You'd better let me straighten your leg out before I put the cast on."   Lothar was too drunk to say anything but, "OK."   Kurt took hold of Lothar's leg,  held it for a moment and then gave it a strong pull.   A resounding crunch was heard followed immediately by loud yelp of pain from Lothar.   Kurt, later said, "I don't know why, but I simply sat there holding Lothar's leg for about another fifteen minutes."   Lothar soon laid back and began breathing much more easily.   Kurt, assuming the whiskey was doing its job, then proceeded to apply the temporary cast.

For the next two days, Lothar appeared too relaxed and peaceful for a man with  a broken leg, but Kurt didn't ask why and Lothar didn't volunteer the information that he was no longer feeling pain in his leg.   On the Third day, Lothar was finally evacuated.    He was  flown to Frankfurt , Germany and taken to Mannheim Hospital.

Kurt re-focused on his work and didn't give the incident any further thought,  but those around him didn't forget.   They began calling him "The Desert Doctor."   Why?   Because when someone had a body pain from the heavy work they were doing, they'd come to Kurt.    Kurt would put his hands on them, and they'd soon go away feeling much better.   When he left for another assignment, Kurt forgot about Iraq, he forgot about the dangers and the uncomfortable circumstances, and also he forgot about the energy that naturally flowed out of his hands.

About three years later, when Kurt was back in Germany, he received a call from Lothar.  Lothar said, "Can you come over and put your hands on my wife."   Kurt, having forgotten about his ability to relieve pain by simply holding his hands on or near a person's body, responded with, "What!   You can't do that yourself?"  At this point,  Lothar laughed and revealed the previously uncommunicated information.   He said,  "I want you to relieve my wife's pain from her  migraine headaches.   You know, just like you relieved my pain in Iraq after I'd broken my leg."   

Kurt was taken aback and said,  "Are you sure I was helping you.   You were  drunk!  How could you remember anything like that?"   Then another piece of new information came into Kurt's awareness.   Lothar said, "When I arrived at Mannheim hospital, the doctor said to me, 'You must have had a highly skilled doctor reset your ankle bones because there's absolutely nothing for me to do but apply a real cast to your leg'."

Kurt, with raised eyebrows and questioning voice responded,  "OK,  if you insist, I'll put my hands on your wife, but only on her head."   The following weekend, after a two-hundred and eighty mile drive,  Kurt arrived at Lothar's home.   After a brief reunion with Lothar, Kurt placed his hand around Maria's head, and in about fifteen minutes, she reported that the pain, which had persisted for three and a half years, was completely gone.  Kurt later said, "Maria was shocked and began dancing around.   I didn't do any dancing but I was  far more shocked than she was was.    It was at that point, while watching her dance that I clearly remembered what I had done three years ago in Iraq." 

As a result of the incident described above, Kurt started experimenting with his newly rediscovered skill.   He remembered that the energy which flows through him is a marvelous reliever of pain and discomfort.

Since then, many who have experienced Kurt's golden hands have reported that the God energy has also triggered the release of their ailments.   People have reported that asthma, cancer, brain tumors, and several other ailments have simply gone away.

It's not all gravy," says Kurt.   "Some people think I'm an eccentric lunatic.   Even my own sister stayed away from me for years after she heard about my gift."

In response to being labeled a healer, Kurt will tell you that with regard to healing, he does absolutely nothing.   He says, "I am blessed by being a channel through which God's grace arrives on Earth.    I am not a healer, God is.   I simply allow my hands to be God's doorway.   I do nothing more than that."

Beyond Teachable:   Kurt says that the gift he was born with cannot be taught to others because  it comes from a higher dimension than most other energy channels.   So far, he has been right.   To date, no person, who was not born with a special gift of channeling Divine Energy, has mastered his level of skill.

Of course there are others who channel Divine life energy.   Actually everybody channels life energy, but the distinctions are:  1) Kurt does it intentionally and 2)  his skill is, to use a sports analogy, at the level of an Olympic athlete.

He says his intention is simply to be a reliever of pain and discomfort.   He laughs and discounts the tagline that has, so often, been associated with him.  "Faster than aspirin."

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