Please note: We have not heard anything about the
Tlacote water in the last several years and don't know if it's still available.
We've left the information on the web
because we love the story of a water miracle.
Here is the website to get water
from Lourdes.
www.lourdes-water.org/
Reprinted with permission from Share
International magazine, P. O. Box 971,
N. Hollywood,
CA 91603, www.shareintl.org.
Journey to Tlacote
by Gill Fry
A nurse reports on her visit to the miraculous healing water well of Tlacote,
Mexico, where she experienced an unexpected miracle.
Since May 1991, in the small town of Tlacote, two and a half hours drive
north of Mexico City, a well has been producing miracle water. The ranch owner,
Mr. Chahin, discovered the healing properties when his injured dog recovered
rapidly, having drunk the water. After successful tests on his ranch workers, he
opened up his gates to the public.
Gill Fry, a Share International co-worker in London, went to Tlacote in July
1992 and has written the following report.
As a professional nurse, I was fascinated by reports of Tlacote water having
healed so many ailments, including diabetes, epilepsy, arthritis, cancer and
even AIDS. Having worked with patients for 10 years who have suffered the
pain and anguish of such diseases, the idea of finding a cure, or partial cure,
was indescribably exciting.
It was thus that I set out, in July this year, on a quest to Mexico to collect
the miracle water from Tlacote. From what I had read, I was expecting some
hardship, at the very least to wait in line for three or four days and nights,
in near tropical temperatures, and took with me a comprehensive survival kit
(mosquito net, sunscreens, bedding, etc) and arrived prepared for any
eventuality! I had also read that each person's water ration was generally
three liters, and brought along several plastic containers. In the event, my
expectations could not have been more wrong. A wonderfully kind colleague
of Benjamin Creme in Mexico City took charge of me, drove me to Tlacote
and, speaking the local language (which I do not), overcame each barrier
and problem. Every door seemed wide open. My three-day stint turned into
a mere three-hour wait; my water ration increased from three to 38
liters and more wonderful still, I witnessed the most extraordinary photograph
possibly in existence, which confirmed everything I had believed in for the
last six years.
Since May 1991 three million people have been to Tlacote, and at least six
million people have drunk the water. The ranch owner, Mr. Chahin, keeps the
registration files of every visitor, some of whom have travelled from as far as
Europe and Russia. Many Mexican government officials, politicians,
and artists
have been seen waiting in the queue, which varies in size from 5,000 to
10,000 daily. The ranch is very clean and the buildings brightly painted. Huge,
lush trees provide the crowd with welcome shade from the scorching sun. I had
imagined a dry, desert scene with chaotic, endless lines of exhausted people,
but found everything very well organized, with the queue moving quickly and
efficiently. After registering, Mrs. Chahin, the rancher's wife and resident doctor,
checks each visitor's medical certificate and decides on an appropriate quota
and dosage, prescribing the water orally, or externally as drops, or enemas or direct application to the skin for skin cancer, eczema, etc. It must be an
exhausting job answering a deluge of questions from thousands of people
everyday, yet she performs her task with endless patience and kindness,
offering her advice freely. None of the ranch hands receives any money for
this service, and they work from 9.30 to 15.30 hours every day. Mr. Chahin
has never charged for the water, but considering the time and effort involved,
to my mind a voluntary donation scheme could provide extra support and may
sometime be introduced.
After the doctor's consultation, one stands in line to receive the water.
Huge stainless steel tanks, which the government assisted in providing, pump
the water to the plastic taps from the deep artesian well that, we are told, will
never run dry. Having thought about this moment for months, I felt great elation
as I watched my containers being filled. All my hopes were coming to pass and
I had been given more water than I had ever dreamt possible. Thanking the
ranch workers and tightening the lids further, I briefly pondered on
the practicalities of carrying 38 liters of water, and the daunting thought of customs! (Curiously, in the event, nobody at customs asked a single question
about the weight or contents of my overloaded bags, overflowing with miracle
water.) Such worries were quickly dispelled as I was handed a cup of the water.
It tasted wonderful, slightly sweet, pure and light. By the end of the day I had
been given three cupfuls and some days later realized my mistake! I was to
suffer a gastric upset for a week. The water is totally clean and pure, but very
potent. The dosage needed is very small indeed. A couple of teaspoonfuls
would have been plenty for me.
I was shown around Mr. Chahin's office which had two long walls stacked
with visitors files, and shelves covered with water-testing apparatus. Just as
I was leaving, I was shown a framed photograph with the most extraordinary
history and phenomenal implications. A man who had drunk the water, and
had been healed, took numerous photographs of the ranch. On returning home,
he had one frame left on his film. Anxious to finish and develop the film, he took
a photograph of his new television set. The television was not on; the screen
was blank. To his astonishment, after the film was developed, the last shot
showed the television screen with a face upon it: the face of Christ with a
crown of thorns on His head. I felt myself shiver as I looked at the powerful
image. With limited time, I quickly took several photographs, hoping I could
capture the rather faint impression, with the complications of bright sunlight
and a reflecting glass covering. Fortunately, the photographs I took seem even
stronger than the original, and the face is clearly visible.
Travelling home with my exciting news, dragging my bags full of water, I felt
triply blessed - my wait in line had been so short; I had been given gallons of
water; and I had witnessed the most tangible evidence of Maitreya's presence.
(Tlacote water: the water is located on the ranch of Senor Jesus Chahin in the
village of Tlacote, 15 miles from the city of Queretaro, which is approximately
2 1/2 hours drive north of Mexico City.)
From the September 1992 issue of Share International.
