Zonkatron

First, I am just telling you my story. I am not claiming to be able to heal cancer or any other medical condition. The experience I had was the following. That I have witnessed people get healed with my help isn’t a universally proven evidence that I heal certain medical conditions.

Hey there, let me tell you a story about my life that I never dared to fully talk about before.

Back in my 30s I was this hungry seeker, you know, the kind who signs up for every weekend workshop that promises transformation, I threw money at reiki attunements like they were lottery tickets, spent hours channeling “universal life force” with my hands hovering over people, felt tingles sometimes but mostly just awkward silence.

The Search

Then ThetaHealing came along, all those muscle tests and digging for core beliefs, I remember one session where a practitioner “downloaded” healing frequencies into my field, I left feeling floaty and optimistic for like three days, but my chronic fatigue and gut problems? Still there, mocking me.

Chakra cleansing was next, crystals placed on my body in geometric patterns, sound baths with Tibetan bowls, I’d lie there visualizing orange light swirling in my sacral area, convinced it would fix everything, but nah, temporary mood lifts, like emotional espresso shots that wore off fast.

Crystal therapy had me carrying amethyst everywhere, sleeping with rose quartz under my pillow, convinced rose quartz would mend my broken heart from past relationships, it soothed a bit, sure, but nothing deep shifted, no real physical healing happened.

Even dipped into hypnotherapy and past life regression, one hypnotist took me back to some “medieval lifetime” where I was burned as a witch, I cried buckets on the table, felt lighter afterward, but my IBS symptoms laughed in my face the next week.

Two solid years of this, draining my savings on courses, certifications, fancy crystals, travel to retreats, I was exhausted, disillusioned, questioning if any of this “energy work” was more than expensive placebo.

I almost quit entirely, told myself maybe I’m just not cut out to be a healer, maybe stick to a normal job and forget the woo-woo dreams.

Mystery Coincidence

Then fate or whatever you call it bumped me into one of my old spiritual teachers at a random spiritual fair in Taupo NZ, we chatted, I asked him if he could offer me a free reading, he offered to check my chakras right there, no charge, just intuition.

He nailed it—described my exhaustion, my buried anger from childhood, my digestive woes like he’d read my medical chart, then dropped the bomb: “Your sacral chakra is completely blocked, if you don’t heal this you’re heading straight toward colon cancer.”

I froze, because yeah, I’d been having weird colon symptoms for months, blood sometimes, pain, the exact stuff he described without me saying a word.

Skeptical me still trusted him somehow, scraped together my last $200, handed it over for whatever healing he thought best.

Two weeks later I’m at his house, nervous as hell, he had me lie down, guided me into this intense breathing—connected, deep, no pauses, like rebirthing or holotropic stuff but rawer.
For two straight hours I breathed like my life depended on it, memories flooded in, childhood traumas, suppressed rage, grief over lost opportunities, I sobbed uncontrollably, body shaking, my screaming all over the place, pure mess!!!

The Healing Breakthrough

That was my lucky day — It was a cathartic emotional release, though back then it had all these confusing names—rebirthing, bioenergetics breathwork, holotropic-inspired whatever—no one agreed on the method, no solid science, just anecdotes from the fringes.

Then emptiness hit, like I’d been wrung out completely, and suddenly this warm happiness bubbled up, laughter erupted from my belly, genuine, unstoppable, I felt lighter than ever, happiest in my entire life up to that point.

Physically?

My colon issues vanished immediately after the healing, no more pain, no weird symptoms, scans later showed nothing alarming, I was stunned.

He later told me this approach had helped people heal various cancers, he’d seen remissions in breast, prostate, even pancreatic cases over the years.

I was super skeptical still, like yeah right, but then I met some of his former clients— one woman in her 50s who’d had stage III breast cancer, did sessions with him, released decades of suppressed abuse, went into full remission, no chemo after initial rounds, doctors baffled.

Another guy, lung cancer survivor, chain-smoker for 40 years, said the breathwork unearthed buried fear from his war veteran dad, cried it out, tumors shrank, still alive 15 years later telling his story at meetups.

Anecdotes piled up, not controlled studies, but real people with medical records showing turnaround after emotional purges.

Fullfiling My Dream

I adopted it myself, rebranded it as CER—Cathartic Emotional Release—started using it on clients from 2008 onward when I finally stepped into being a full-time healer.

It worked wonders, not just on cancer fears but asthma attacks easing after releasing childhood panic, diabetes stabilizing as stress melted away, Crohn’s flares calming when old shame came up and out, depression lifting like fog after deep sobbing sessions.

One client with severe asthma, inhaler every hour, during CER she relived near-drowning as a kid, screamed it out, lungs opened, hasn’t needed meds in years now.

Another with type 2 diabetes, buried family trauma around worthiness, after release her blood sugar normalized without meds changing, doctor called it “spontaneous improvement.”
Crohn’s lady, constant inflammation, released rage at an abusive ex, gut healed, remission confirmed.

Depression cases, so many, people weeping over lost childhoods, then laughing, then living again.
I got obsessed, made it my mission to teach CER everywhere, refined it over years—better music cues, safer holding space, knowing when to push breath harder or ease off.

But here’s the snag—whenever I mention “healing cancer” in talks or online, doctors flip, get defensive, accuse quackery, patients’ families panic, think I’m promising miracles instead of medicine.

The Challenge

I get it now, it’s terrifying to challenge the medical narrative, people cling to authority, and honestly, spontaneous remissions happen rarely anyway, but linking it to emotional release? Sounds insane to them.

I faced backlash, lost potential clients, got reported to boards once or twice, had to tone it down big time.
So I prayed hard, asked God or the universe for a way to reach more people without the cancer label scaring everyone off, something bigger, more acceptable.
That’s when psychic abilities started opening up—clairvoyance, clairsentience, accurate hits on people’s pasts, futures, loved ones crossed over.

It happened gradually, dreams turned prophetic, random knowings about strangers, then full readings that blew minds.

Now… (2026) I’m full-time psychic, helping folks with life direction, relationships, grief, and on the side, when it feels right and they’re open, I slip in CER for health stuff, but mostly I guide in broader ways.

I’m not famous yet, no big TED talk or Netflix special, but I’m on track—building audience slowly, testimonials stacking, synchronicities aligning.

Conclusion

Looking back, those early modalities were gateways, gentle mood boosters, but they never touched the core like this raw, messy, tear-soaked breath catharsis did.

History’s full of similar fringes—Wilhelm Reich with orgone and bioenergetics, getting shut down hard, Stan Grof’s holotropic work saving lives in workshops, even ancient shamanic breathing rituals for soul retrieval.

Modern studies nibble at edges, showing breathwork drops anxiety in breast cancer patients, boosts mood, maybe tweaks immunity a bit, but no big pharma funding for “cry it out and heal cancer.”

Yet the stories persist, like that one guy who claimed remission after emotional clearing with a breathworker, or those terminal patients in Grof’s early psychedelic days finding peace that shifted everything.

My own journey? Proof enough for me.

I almost gave up, but that one session flipped the script, turned frustration into my life purpose.