RAHUL BHARTI
“A constant drop of water makes a hole through a rock. You have to become this drop.”
Rahul Bharti
I am a healer in the broadest sense, a physical and mental health specialist, and a holistic life coach, as we would say today.
I practice and pass on powerful ancestral Eastern medicine techniques to help people heal and empower them to take charge of their health.
Magic exists in this world, but it is not enough on its own. It also takes willpower and discipline of body and mind to lead a healthier, happier life.
Every day, people come to me for answers, and guidance, to heal from depression, back problems, multiple sclerosis or cancer, to recover from a stroke, etc. I don't take the place of the medical profession; I simply offer a complementary approach based on age-old science.
“Every day in front of the miror I ask myself: Who am I ? What is my mission ? This is my last day, how do I want to spend it?”
ABOUT MY LIFE
Goa, India, 1970, I am born in a modest family of fourteen children of Portuguese origin. At the age of two, adoption by a Swiss couple. Five years later, after moving to Thailand, Chang Maï, I join an international school.
There, on a Friday afternoon, a turning point: a German woman is looking for a volunteer to practice massages. With my father busy, I become her guinea pig. Her gestures seem familiar to me. They awake an innate knowledge, a feeling of “déjà-vu”. I follow her. Old Medical Hospital of Chiang Mai Massage School. As a day passes, I am determined. I want to learn these massage techniques. My father supports my choice.
1977, seven years old, I begin my apprenticeship. These ancestral techniques date back to Lord Buddha, India. Known as Nuad-Boran, they are preserved in Thailand under the name of traditional Thai massage. Two years of immersion. One day, a client releases emotions during a massage. It leads me to study beyond the body. I learn the existence of a physical body and an energetic body.
I leave for Sri Lanka to continue my apprenticeship. There, I meet a child my age. He takes me to his house, a tepee of coconut leaves on the beach, from which a thick tobacco smoke emanates. I meet a gypsy Chief. Every week, the caravan moves somewhere else. I continue learning about energies.
Six months go by, I am a quick learner. The Chief of the caravan takes me to his master. A three-day walk in the jungle. A native tribe welcomes me. I am one of them for two years. I learn traditional medicine, spirituality, nature, and communal living.
At the age of ten, back to India, Kerala, for initiation into the Veda tradition and Ayurveda.
1984, travelling to Thailand, my learning continues. A decisive encounter. A blind beggar takes me with him. We live in a tent, on the beach. All day on the street begging, every night facing the sea. He does not speak to me. Does not answer my questions. He is teaching me patience, and discipline. He blindfolds me. Six months of silence of darkness to develop my sensitivity to energies and deconstruct all expectations. This master passed away at 84. He remains eminent in my journey. My voyage continues: I learn with Aboriginal peoples in Australia, and Indians in Canada, where I deepen my knowledge of the spiritual realm, the energetic system, and the living world at large before settling in Nepal, Kathmandu. Here, I create the Healing Hands Center to help people and train them to heal others.