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"What would my other clients think of me if I gave you these images?" she wondered, paying no heed to how her claims of killing a patient might seem to others.
After Jackson would leave, she would wrap his genitals with a necklace of black onyx. Its negative energy, she insists, sapped him of what desire he had left after the acupuncture treatments.
"I will say this, his genitals looked exactly like the description that came out of that first child-molestation case, the one where he paid off the boy's family for more than $20 mil," confides De Souza. "You can barely make it out in the photos, but his genitals were mottled, with brown lesions. I've never seen anything like it."
De Souza is referring to the description given in 1993 by then-13-year-old Jordan "Jordie" Chandler, whose family was famously paid off by Jackson. But before the case was settled for more than $20 million, Jackson had to submit to an intimate inspection by police detectives, which he later told the world he found humiliating. What the world didn't know, De Souza says, is that the King of Pop enjoyed humiliation.
"He would shiver with delight whenever he remembered it," says De Souza. "Then he would laugh that high-pitched laugh of his. More like the giggle of an impetuous child. I think he liked being stuck up like a pin cushion and left laying there like that. He would have loved it if someone else could have walked in on him."
At one point during treatment, De Souza wanted to see if her therapy was working. She says she showed Michael Jackson photos of a semi-nude Macaulay Culkin, posed on a bearskin rug. He demonstrated little interest; his heart rate didn't even increase, according to De Souza. Jackson was beginning to believe that the New Age doctor's unusual therapy had achieved its desired results, but De Souza warned the singer that he was not out of the woods yet.
Plus, there was one other problem. Jackson had never made good on his promise to give her the Elephant Man's skeleton.
Initially, Jackson claimed he couldn't find it, telling De Souza he had aides at his Neverland Ranch turning over the entire estate hunting for it. She suspected him of lying, but then, having Michael Jackson as a private patient had an unintended upside. Jackson sang the praises of De Souza to his wealthy, famous friends. He called her "the Sedona miracle worker," and handed out her card to everyone from Lou Ferrigno and Farrah Fawcett to the Dalai Lama and Dom DeLuise.
"DeLuise, he never made it out here in time," remembers De Souza. "Lou Ferrigno couldn't afford me, but I advised him to steer clear of the color green. Farrah Fawcett? Yes, poor dear, she came to Sedona. I placed warm jasper on her buttocks and ordered her to follow a daily regimen at home. She called me later and told me she had lost the stones. She could have bought them anywhere in Los Angeles, but she kept forgetting."
Jackson even told her that he tried to get his good friend Ed McMahon to undergo care at De Souza's residence. But McMahon, who had met Jackson during Tonight Show appearances during the Johnny Carson era, balked. He supposedly told Jacko, "I'm old school, Michael. I can't go in for this New Age crap" He then, in a voice weakened by decades of smoking unfiltered Pall Malls, gasped, "Hi-yo . . . oo . . . oo . . . oo!"
De Souza asserts that McMahon would still be barely clinging to life, as he has been for many years, if he'd only headed to De Souza's Sedona location for a treatment.
David Carradine? He wouldn't come to Sedona, but she did fly to Thailand to administer blazing hot quartz crystals to his body.
"When he kept wanting to be tied up, I knew he wasn't looking to be cured of anything," De Souza complains. "The man was just plain, how do you say, sick in the head. I left after just one treatment after he tried to put his hand up my skirt and begged to be trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. What did he think I was, a whore?"
Nevertheless, De Souza appreciated the paying clients, even if Jackson wasn't one of them. Her investment portfolio took a major hit in the 2008 stock crash, and she needed liquidity. Still, it irked her that Jackson wouldn't turn over the Elephant Man's bones. She began to suspect that Michael had never had them to begin with, that he had been putting her on ever since she had inquired about the famous skeleton. De Souza planned to confront Jackson on his next visit. But that visit never came.
"He just stopped coming altogether," gripes De Souza. "He changed his cell phone number constantly, and the last one I had was soon outdated. I called Lou [Ferrigno], who was training Jackson for his upcoming tour [which was supposed to begin this month in London], pleading with him to give me Jackson's new number, but he told me he couldn't in that freaky lisp of his."