'I was in meditation, and suddenly I saw a huge black shape lift from my body.' My friend on the phone sounded excited. 'It felt like my whole inside left me, a dark shadow, human being in size, lifted out. Then I felt all my fears disappeared, and all my insecurity and safety issues went too. The fears and insecurities had held me back for four years. I had no motivation to do my job. Now I feel like I can get on with my life, as if nothing can stop me. Before it was like something was destroying whatever I wanted to do.'
'I know,' I replied.
'You know? You always say that!'
'Maybe you should ask why I said I know?'
'Ok, why did you say you know?'
'Because you were in my dream last night. One of those dreams that are not a dream, but more like reality happening.'
I ignored the question. She always says, 'really?' 'You were in a car, at the helm of your soul path, with the capacity to drive a few people with you. Towering over you was an evil spirit. It was tall and broad, slightly hunched, with a shaven head and fat nose. It smothered you, suffocating as much life from you as it could.'
'Really? That's how I've felt for four years,' my friend said. 'Smothered and suffocated.'
'I tried many ways to get the evil spirit off you. I couldn't shift it, not even a tiny bit. Suddenly, it was as if I had a sword of St Michael in my hand. With a swift swipe of the sword to the back of the devil's neck, I cut its head off.'
'Really? You cut its head off?'
'Yes. Its body flopped to the ground. It just happened. It seemed the only way to get the evil out of your body and your life. But I did wrong.'
'You did great. I feel great!'
'I shouldn't have cut its head off. People like you and me are on Earth to share God's love and do God's good work, not kill something.'
'But it was evil, and I feel so much better.'
'Yes, but we should never kill anything. Better ways could help evil spirits move on.'
'Really? Like what?'
I ignored the question again. 'The point is, I now have negative karma. I now have a debt to pay the 'universe'. A big debt. Immediately after I'd saved you, Higher Beings stated forcefully I'd go to a spiritual prison for a while as a punishment. I questioned the Judgement against me, telling them I chopped the head off in a dream, so cannot be held responsible. But they judged the dream was from my unconscious mind thought, and my thought wasn't pure enough. I shouldn't have killed under any circumstance. I'll take my punishment.'
'Don't worry,' my friend said. 'I can do anything good with my life at last. If they punish you, I'll reward you. I'll send a box of chocolates.'
Which, I thought, neatly sums up the difference between God's and Man's reasoning behind punishment and reward.
‘Your ego is too small.’ Countless of my students and patients say my ego is too small, and I should have more. They’ve experienced my knowledge and abilities. They say I should ‘shout my therapy results from the rooftops.’ Or, ‘tell the world of the depth and breadth of knowledge in my spiritual, angelic, psychic, and therapy teachings.’
Yet I also hear the opposite, ‘Your ego is too big.’ These people have not been my student or patient, yet suggest I stop saying how good I am, and have less ego. How can they say I have big ego, when they have no personal experience of my teachings or healings? Yet they spread bad words. And their bad publicity is hurtful to my soul. And it can hurt my ability to help others in need.
Over the years groups of my students banded together, to promote me. It felt uncomfortable – I didn’t want to be seen as having ego! In the 1990s, one group led by a beautiful lady, Carol (I deeply wish there’d been time to stay friends!) said, ‘Allan, you’re different. Your knowledge and results are different. Those differences must be marketed. You need to start ‘Allan Sweeney Clinics.’'
We had many meetings. ‘Allan Sweeney Clinics’ never opened. It felt uncomfortably egotistical to have my name on clinics. I wonder what difference “Allan Sweeney” clinics would now make in the world, if I hadn’t prevented them opening with my lack of ego.
There’s the dilemma. If one becomes a master of a trade how is that explained to others, without being considered egotistical?
Last month, a writing workshop facilitator emailed, suggesting I talk about my new publishing company. So I did. Most people were interested, and happy to learn from my publishing knowledge. I received many positive emails.
Days later, I heard one lady had spread rumours around London I had too much ego because I talked about how I could help others publish their books. And I’d been asked to!
You can’t win with some negative people. They think they are spiritual, and have love, but see negatives where they want to, then gossip their version of untruth.
I feel sorry for negative people who gossip horrible comments. If there is one, eventually they'll answer to the God of Karma...
The ripening red sunset over Austin's luscious lake was worth a photo.
'Stop the car please,' I asked my friend.
'No, we're already late. It's a lecture on spirituality and time. We must be on time,' she said emphatically.
'Please,' I said, just as emphatically. 'If we live in a spiritual realm, we create our own time.'
She braked by the Mozart Cafe. 'I'm not happy. We'll be late.'
I walked to a terrace to shoot the deepening red water reflection of air.
'Would you please take a photo of me, with the sunset?' a lady asked.
My friend won't feel happy, but it feels OK. 'Of course.'
She passed her camera and posed. Toots from my friend's car tried to hurry me. There's no hurry. Time doesn't feel an issue. I waved to my friend in the car, and remarked to the lady, ''That's a beautiful angel broach you're wearing.'
'Well,' the lady said, 'I am a real angel.'
So this is why I'm ignoring the toots. 'I've written a book about angels like you,' I replied, 'and teach angels on earth.' More toots came from the car.
'How can I study with you?' she asked.
I was just about to reply when a man nearby exclaimed, 'Did you say you've written a book on angels?'
A longer toot came from the car. I nodded.
'This is destiny!' the man exclaimed. 'I'm just reading books on angels. Can you teach me as well?'
'Of course. I'll teach an angel course in Austin.'
I photographed the lady, man, his son, and the sunset, and returned to the car. My friend was livid. 'We're so late now.'
'We're never late if we're doing spiritual work,' I replied. 'Everything's good in God's time.'
'The theatre won't wait. It's a lecture on spirituality and time, and we won't be on time!'
'I met two angels to help them. God's time is different. We'll get there easily.'
'It starts in half an hour. But it'll take an hour to get there. We'll be half an hour late.'
'Please don't worry. Angelic time is different.'
She wouldn't listen so I kept silent.
At the theatre, announcements stated, "We're sorry for the delay. People are still arriving. We'll start when most are here."
We weren't too late, we were too early. I didn't say a word, even when the lecturer opened with comments that "Spiritual time is different to Earth time..."
Melody is a great name for a University of Texas music/singer student. Melody is her name, career and nature. She’s only 20, but already knows god, and feels love and angels. Her melodious soul wants world peace, but she realistically takes small steps, healing one person or situation at a time.
She’s so angelic, how could I not teach how to sing a cure?
It’s a simple process to find and sing the frequency of a localised condition, emotion or pain. And perhaps cancel out the frequency of the condition, to cure it.
If any readers are professional singers, as a gift I’ll be happy to teach you too! Contact me privately...
Sometimes I feel an "energy" arrive, and a need to type on my laptop. My fingers go stiff, and fly across the keyboard. Whatever comes out is not pre-meditated. It's more a channelling, an automatic writing that usually comes in a series of "proverbs". I just let them come and send them to whoever they relate to. Here's a channelling that came spontaneously today. Usually it helps that one specific person, but can often help others too.
The future of love is not in your low will or in either of your hands but in the Hands and Will of the Gods.
To pursue love for the sake of love only is a force that's not of the Gods.
Love is for all, not just the one.
Love is inclusive, not exclusive.
Love permits never desists - go forward to permit beauty.
Only when the love of the gods reaches down to your love of humanity will purity in a relationship be ideal.
Forget truth, for truth is a temporary human emotion. Truth will be known only at the end of life or time.
Beingness and togetherness means oneness, but only when blessedness is present.
Be bless-ed in all thought, for any thought other than a blessing of God is more like human fault.
Relationships relate to each other, not to an ideal of ego thought.
Perhaps the blessings of the Gods will not work in this case, for human vanity and free will can over-ride Destiny.
Maybe the negative thought is positive gone wrong, and positive thought is negative in the making. Therefore have no thought, except the thought of love of God.
Lessons are for the just, for only the just have lessons to learn that are critical in THIS life. Learn the lessons now, for you are both just.
The lessons are not of your current thought. The teachings will come when beauty arrives.
Take not your time to solve these puzzles, for your answers lie within.
Future happiness creates abundance, but only if present poverty is accepted, shared, and understood.
Talk is not the evil of Mankind, it's a blessing given by the Gods to find godliness within and without.
Sharing is not only caring - it's boring of necessityTo be with another human for life is one of the greatest blessings a human can offer another.
Fear attracts fears, and fears attract fear, so take action now, and only act in love.
Negative thoughts are the being of humanity, the lesson to overcome on the path to wholeness, for the wholeness never has negative thought.
Forever together is easy, if flexible truths are allowed.
Never say never for that is a human traitor, not a trait of the soul.
Forgiveness is blossom on a tree of love, so forgive now, and create a blossom of love in your lives.
The ways of the Gods are not the ways of man or womankind, and need to be misunderstood for Free Will to take its ugly coarse course.
Specific loves are the beauty of humans, not the beauty of the Gods unless so designed, so release your Will to the design of the Gods.
Never in the history of humankind has so much been available to so few.
Go forward in peace of thought and mind.
Suddenly it's as if the energy passes from me. But not before I'm given an understanding of each phrase and how it could help the person(s) involved. In this case, it seemed as if this was Part 1. It felt strongly that a question could be asked about LOve, and the channelling would be open and blunt in reply.
‘I’m a chemist,’ Carl said, ‘but disagree with prescribing drugs. Medicines just give patients another condition that needs another medicine. I’d rather pray to God.’
I'd met Carl this morning at an Austin Texas healing centre. He'd just received healing from Francis. ‘What are your prayers for at present,’ I asked.
‘I can’t have children.’
‘Doctors can’t diagnose a reason.’
‘What do you think the reason is?’
‘I’ve got a bad back.’
A bad back and he can’t have children? Couldn’t his wife sit on top? There must be something else. ‘What else might cause you not to have children?’
‘My wife has stage 4 endymetriosis.’
Again, that shouldn’t stop children. If there’s no biological cause, it could be physical or mental stress .Ah yes, that’s it. Carl’s a Godly man and vigorous sex is too Earthly for him, maybe slightly sordid. The back pain etc are just his excuses. ‘The healing you've just received from Francis could help. But if you or your wife are stressed, the healing is less likely to work. Have you heard of tantra?’ I asked.
‘No. What’s that?’
‘Tantric sexuality. It’s how to make love with beautiful energies. You don’t need vigorous movements – you make love gently, with the energy of God.’
He looks anxious. He dislikes vigorous sex. It’s not Godly enough. ‘But we’d still have to move?’
‘Well, yes. You’re unlikely to have a baby unless you move something!’
Carl smiled. ‘So how could we move without damaging my back?’
‘You connect physically inside your wife. But then tantric sexual movement is minimal. Tantra connects lower sexual energy with higher God energy. Sensual energy raises each other to orgasm. You climax with ecstasy, at one with each other and God.’
Carl beamed. ‘That sounds amazing. Just what we need...’
‘Four out of five of my patients similar to you, had babies that month. All you need is a good teacher or book,’ I said. ‘You should find one in Austin.’
UK steak is often so horrid and tough, some people become vegetarians. My first Texas steak's texture was more like soft ham than chewy steak, a melt-in-the-mouth experience that anyone but die-hard vegetarians would yearn for.
My friend Elizabeth called over our young waitress, Chloe. 'Allan can answer any question about your life,' Elizabeth said.
Chloe thought for a moment, then asked, 'How many marriages will I have?'
How sad that she's thinking marriages in the plural at age 21. 'You have a human need for excitement in a relationship, but your soul yearns for stability and peace. To prevent lots of marriages, it's better to have a kind and caring but potentially boring relationship,' I said, 'not excitement.'
Chloe grimaced. 'I want excitement and one marriage.'
Incompatible for you, I thought. 'Do you have a second question?' I asked.
'I love children and want to work with them,' Chloe said. 'Is that OK?'
'You only love children because they don't have the horrid nature of adults,' I said. Chloe nodded vigorously. 'Exactly.'
'But you won't learn any lessons for your soul if you work with the beauty of children. You need to learn lessons by working with horrid adults.'
Chloe grimaced again. 'I know you're right,' she said, 'but I'll work with children. I don't want lessons from horrid adults.'
If she wants excitement from men, as sure as there's blood in the steak she'll learn lessons from horrid boyfriends.
My birthday today was healing and spiritual fun! It started on the plane from Las Vegas to Austin, Texas. 'What do you do,' the lady next to me asked.
I do so much and never know what to say. 'I'm developing a 2-week program for cancer patients,' I said.
'Wah!' The lady burst out crying, and poured out her heart. Her husband had died four years ago because doctors couldn't help him. And her nephew and brother-in-law are now both dying of cancer too.
I handed out tissues. 'So many people cry when I meet them,' I said, 'my left hand pocket is for clean tissues, and the right hand pocket for dirty ones.'
She smiled. 'Doctors can't help my nephew and brother-in-law. Perhaps they'll be interested in your program. It's better to have some hope from you than no hope at all from doctors.'
Since her husband died, she explained, she's felt such sadness, so dresses as a clown for a children's hospital. I offered to dress as a clown too, and help sick children have fun. That's fun! I'll help her tears of grief then too. A great start to helping our world on my birthday.
In Austin, I met "Francis the Healer" at his busy healing center. Francis is Scottish, a classic spiritual/spiritualist healer, and works mainly by recommendation. Many patients drive hours from other cities. Like me, he has no breaks until evening. He heals individual patients in one room, while patients sit for as long as needed in the ‘meditation music’ room, or in silence in a private room. Elizabeth takes phone calls and welcomes arriving patients. He’s almost as busy as I was, with about 60 patients a day, every 10 minutes from 7.15am to 5.30pm.
As some patients came out of the healing session with Francis, Elizabeth introduced me as a “famous healer from England”. (Her words, not mine.) I’m sure Francis’s energy could have cured. But it felt right, during conversation, to help a little too. Not with energy or therapy, because that’s Francis’s job here, but with suggestions of ways forward. More healing fun!
After visiting the University of Texas, the evening was spent at a Deepak Chopra lecture, The Future of Wellness. Science and mysticism show integration is needed for all aspects of well-being, even though mind is separate from brain. This brings harmonious existence with cosmic concepts of creativity. Consciousness creates reality in an emerging paradigm for future well-being.
‘We might as well talk before take-off,’ said the tall lady as she sat in the seat to me. We were about to take-off from London Heathrow to Houston Texas, for a connecting flight to Las Vegas. She was about 30, with rearing red hair like a wild horse’s mane and well-dressed as if ready for clubbing. She wore no make-up. She didn’t need it. She looked stunning. ‘What do you do?’ she asked, looking me up and down.
There are so many things I do, what answer shall I give? ‘I’m a therapist,’ I said.
‘Perfect,’ she said. ‘I’m a psychologist. That’s perfect.’
The way she said that, something’s up. I wonder what she’d say if I said I was a writer?’ ‘I’m a writer too,’ I said.
She laughed. ‘That’s perfect too! I write as well!’ Hmm... More questions came about my name, age, where I live, where I’m going, and why. Each of my answers was ‘perfect’.
As the plane took off she wriggled happily in her seat. Or was it sexily? Her legs parted slightly, then closed, and rubbed up and down against each other. And again. And again.
That’s not co-incidence, she’s doing it too many times. It’s sexual body language. I wonder if it’s conscious or unconscious.
I soon found out. During dinner, she took lids off my food, and stirred my coffee. It was a night flight, so after dinner, lights dimmed. ‘Would you like to share the blankets?’ she asked with an inviting smile. ‘It can be cold on these flights.’
Why not? I thought. Her head rested on my shoulder, and we fell asleep.
I woke with a start, to a strange experience. She was touching my lips. With hers! ‘It’s OK,’ she whispered. ‘Relax. Everyone’s asleep. Would you like to join the half-mile high club?’
I was still half asleep, in strange surroundings, with a strange lady whispering in my ear. ‘Huh?’ was all I managed.
‘Would you like to join the half-mile high club?’ she repeated.
I must be dreaming. ‘What’s the half-mile high club?’ I asked.
She beamed happily. ‘You’ve heard of the one-mile high club where couples make love in the sky?’ I nodded. ‘Well, I don’t want full sex, but I’d love to go half-way.’
I must be dreaming. I slept.
Cabin lights came on 2 hours before we landed. She was sitting there, still looking sexy, and laughing as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. ‘That was fun last night wasn’t it!’
I stared blankly. I didn’t remember any fun.
‘The way you woke up with a start when we first kissed.’ She laughed again, sexily. ‘The rest was fun too!’
She must be teasing... ‘I don’t remember,’ I said.
I only remember her asking about the half-mile high club, and the shock of the ‘first’ kiss... Oh, and I remember her stirring my coffee...
Sometimes it seems I'm followed at every step by an army of needy people. The Gods guide them, and me, unwittingly and unconsciously to be beside each other at exactly the right moment. It's rare I leave my home and nothing happens. Today was no exception.
You'd think being in line for boarding a plane would be safe from the Gods' guiding hand? No.
'She used to be so vibrant,' said the tall woman in line behind me, as she took her boarding pass from her Gucci bag. 'She's awful now. How can anyone like her any more? She spends so much time in bed.'
'I agree 100%,' her partner replied. He stood out from the crowd in his white silk suit and Stetson. 'She used to be the life and soul of the party.'
'It's no wonder she's lost all her friends.'
'She's pathetic now. Never goes out.'
'And stays in bed.'
'She said she's in pain, gets dizzy, and loads of stuff, but doctors can't diagnose anything wrong.'
'She's just lazy.'
'One doctor said she should see a psychiatrist and she won't - she's crazy.'
I listened as the rich couple loudly passed judgement on their friend's life. Until I realised...
Perhaps here again was a guidance from the Gods? From the couple's pronouncements it seemed their friend could have ME, or chronic fatigue syndrome? Doctors rarely diagnose the condition, even though the 2003 Canadian Protocols for ME and CFS were accepted by the World Health Organisation for all countries to follow. Oh well, nothing to lose, here we go again...
'Excuse me, this isn't certain, but I might have information to help your friend. May I please ask a few questions..?'