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THE GAZER tions are endless: If Braco’s $8, 8-minute soul-sweep doesn’t do it for you, why not an embrace from Amma, the jolly “hugging saint” from India, who once wrapped her arms around Sharon Stone? Or, if you prefer your healers clean-cut, there’s always Dean Kraft, a psychic who wears suits. Staring can be transformative, this we know. Scientologists call it “confronting,” as dramatized in The Master, when the drifter played by Joaquin Phoenix loses it while contemplating a wall. In the spring of 2010, the artist Marina Abramovic planted herself in the Museum of Modern Art for a multi-month stare-athon, and all anyone could talk about afterwards was how many visitors cried. Locking eyes is an intimate act. A few years back there was even a flurry of “eye-gazing parties” — “NY’s hottest dating trend,” Elle magazine called it — wherein single people looking for love first looked into a potential partner’s eyes for a few minutes. But Braco is unique. He may offer less than any star healer on the market: no mantras, no dictums, just the sight of him seeing you. When his ongoing tour, Braco in America, launched in 2010, he HUFFINGTON 06.23.13 became a punchline. On his radio show, Howard Stern wondered if the silent Croatian was mentally disabled. A few months later, the comedian Tim Heidecker, of Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job!, tweeted a link to a YouTube video of Braco gazing at a crowd of tearful onlookers. “He looks absolutely like some guy you’d see eating at a cafe in Santa Monica, staring out and doing nothing at all. There seems to be nothing special about him.” “I was obsessed,” said Scott Jacobson, a former writer for The Daily Show, who first encountered Braco in a video emailed by a friend in comedy. “He looks absolutely like some guy you’d see eating at a cafe in Santa Monica, staring out and doing nothing at all. There seems to be nothing special about him, which is why the cutaways to the audience, their responses, are so wonderful.” Jacobson wound up doing a day’s worth of gazing sessions in 2011 for a gonzo article for Vice magazine (which he later pub-