What a clever scheme! There’s no overt deception. That’s because you don’t claim to be able to do anything. You don’t preach. In fact you don’t even talk. You don’t touch anyone. You don’t sell any potions. You don’t use any sleight of hand tricks. You don’t use any sort of equipment. However, you do grow your hair to project an image of a certain biblical figure associated with healing. But you don’t call yourself a healer, although you do not object if others do. In fact you do nothing but promise to gaze at people for about seven minutes if they plunk down eight dollars. You are “Braco the Gazer.” And you are a phenomenon!
Picture this. Thousands of people flood into an auditorium, many looking ill, some hobbling with canes, others in wheelchairs, reminiscent of crowds that flock to faith healers, ready to open up their pocket books in return for a few miracles. But in this case there are no promises of miracles. Not directly anyway. As the crowd buzzes with anticipation, the proceedings begin with the session’s host welcoming everyone to the meeting with “the healer who doesn’t call himself a healer.” A nice little legalistic “out.” Everyone’s experience will be different, the audience is told, and “skeptics will become believers.” “There should be no specific expectations.” But of course there are. People have heard that Braco’s silent holistic gift can clarify the mind, vanish pain and wither tumours. It can also repair stalled cars and stop cats from vomiting.
Braco, the Croatian healer who claims no healing abilities has been enthralling massive audiences in Europe for some eighteen years, but only in 2010 did he discover the greenback pastures of America. In Europe he usually limits himself to just one gazing session per day, but everything is bigger in America. Here visitors can cycle through the lines of “Braco Gazing” all day long, as long as they pay their entry fee each time. And for this all they get to do is gaze at the gazer. Braco struts onto the stage, long hair flowing, face expressionless. And he gazes. After about seven minutes, it’s over. He glides off the stage, the room empties, ready to be refilled by a new throng, along with some repeaters who feel they need another dose of healing energy from the man who makes no claim to have any. In the lobby there are testimonials galore about toothaches disappearing, back problems vanishing and bodies being filled with intense heat. But those who came in wheelchairs leave in them. One lady claims to have been overcome by a “big bubble of love.” It is not exactly clear what this means, but she seems to have been “satisfied.” There are books and DVD’s to buy, as well as jewelry that features a thirteen-pronged star. Again, no claims are made other than that the Sun is the symbol of life and the Sun is the source, which gives us life, light and energy. Can’t argue with that.