“You phoned to say my blood tests are ready,” I said to doctor’s receptionist.

“Yes, but you can’t see a doctor for 4 weeks. He’s busy.”

“Huh? I hope in the next month no-one’s ill.”

“Me too!”

I get regular health checks from UKs brilliant free health service. Checks give peace of mind or an early health warning before conditions get serious. In my case, they never find anything wrong. Bit disappointing really. I made the doc's appointment for the end of April, disappointed I couldn't get the results immediately.

Sometimes we’re "guided", or synchronicity occurs. On this occasion, as I put the phone down, a picture of a roast dinner with seven vegetables popped into mind, followed by a picture of a restaurant.

The restaurant was newly decorated, but empty. I’d almost finished when a voice said, “Hello Allan.” It was my doctor! Great - I'll ask for my test results!

“I bought this restaurant” my doctor said, “for my brother-in-law, but it's not busy. We need a marketing consultant”.

If I chat for a long time, I'll get bloods results after. I'll offer marketing advice. 

I'm not sure he'll try a monthly special of frog's legs and chips, but he liked other ideas. "We'll do some of your suggestions." my doctor said. 

Great. One good turn deserves another. “I needed blood tests results this morning, but you’re busy for a month.”

“Yes," he replied. "Busy with this restaurant. Don't worry, I’ll phone you with the results tomorrow morning.”

For the next two hours we discussed the changing the UK health care structure. http://www.bma.org.uk/healthcare_policy/nhs_white_paper/gpcwhitepaperguidance.jsp#.T3d_F_CmgT8 

"I'm on the CCG, the new Clinical Commissioning Group," he said, "set up to commission therapies and services." 

Brilliant - I've been seeking a way in to the new CCGs. “Brilliant,” I said. “I've presented at the House of Lords... a new tiered structure to integrate complementary and alternative interventions with your interventions.” 

“Doctors won’t go for it,” he said. “There’s no money available.”

“They will go for it. It could save billions of pounds!”

“In that case, here’s the name of the head doctor in charge. Mention my name. He’s a good guy, a Christian.”

Guidance, or synchronicity again! If I'd had bloods results at once, would I have eaten at that restaurant? Maybe. And would I have spent so long chatting to my doctor in order to get such positive outcomes? Maybe not.

Life, huh? I sent this email to a friend.
"This week a carpet fitter destroyed my phone and internet cables (so no blog post). I wasn't happy - I used to own a carpet shop, and won a British Telecom prize (dinner at the Ritz with a "famous person") for the most innovative way to use a business phone. You'd be surprised!! :-) 
One day I arrived late at the shop, and there was my young "lady" employee on the phone to an architect saying, "If you let us lay carpets for you, you can lay me."  I'd wondered why we were so busy." x

The schoolteacher friend emailed this reply.
"Your carpet shop must have been busy with an offer like that. Sounds like what kids in our school were doing in sexual health lessons with large carrots and conXXXX yesterday, and guess who had to go out and buy them! We did have a laugh though for about 3 hours! Speak to you soon xx"

I emailed back, tongue in cheek - although you never know...
"I thought of carrots and con.... during my morning exercises. 
Is there research on the subliminal effects of sexual carrot lessons? 
Do children get counselling after? 

For example, what size carrots did you buy?

If carrots were short, boys with bigger "carrots" may brag, and be macho aware of their bigness and effect, which could grow in their unconscious minds to overly sexual lines in adulthood.

If the carrots were long, boys with shorter "carrots" could feel small and insecure, and invoke unconscious feelings of inferiority which could continue along insecure sexual lines in adulthood.

And what about the girls? If they love eating carrots, guess what they might be thinking unconsciously? What impact could that have on their sexual behaviour as an adult?

And what if some girls detest carrots, or have a phobia about carrots? What unconscious effect would that have on "carrots" in the bedroom in adulthood?

Of course, all this is written with tongue or carrot in cheek. But it's often not until decades later, we discover health cause and effect outcomes. And subliminal messages could programme unconscious minds of impressionable young children potentially for decades.

See you soon, Allan xx"

Nothing says Spring in Germany as much as asparagus. Like strawberry cream teas mark June tennis at Wimbledon, the asparagus harvest in April marks the start of  Spring in Germany. From April to June 24, the Feast of St John the Baptist, Germans celebrate their seasonal vegetable with countless Spargelzeit dishes. 

See... http://translate.google.co.uk/translate?hl=en&sl=de&u=http://www.spargelzeit.de/&ei=wtByT7fqK4ys8QPZ_vhX&sa=X&oi=translate&ct=result&resnum=2&ved=0CEEQ7gEwAQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3DSpargelzeit%26hl%3Den%26prmd%3Dimvns 

The problem with Spargelzeit is the smell of urine. Asparagus smells disgusting as it passes out! It almost makes me pass out. Some people visit a doctor. Others refuse to visit a doctor, in case something's wrong!

My patients often have pains - kidney, stomach, bladder, or 'exit point' - but won't visit the doctor. I always ask, "How much water do you drink daily?"

Here's the problem. Many therapists suggest patients drink more water, but someone with Hydronephrosis could then die. See the UK National Kidney Federation. 

Three patients this month had pain in the kidney, stomach, bladder, or exit point. One lady in Austin, from Taiwan, had terribly kidney pains for 6 months. She drank 5-6 cups of tea daily. "What size cups," I asked. She pointed to a tiny dolls house type cup. Maybe she has hydronephrosis! Or maybe she needs to drink more! 

If you have smelly urine, pain in the kidney, stomach, bladder, or exit point, check if there's an illness. If not, return to re-vitalised health by flushing your system with 2-3 litres of water daily. Unless you've been eating asparagus. 

Recently in Austin, Texas, teaching healing to friends, everyone followed instructions brilliantly. But the energy of a young Chinese man was different. 

'What were you doing,' I asked after we'd finished. 

'You asked us to think of a gold colour to heal with,' he said. 

'Yes, according to the bio-physicist Valerie Hunt, that's one of the highest frequencies of thought and being, over 7,200 cycles per second, and can help you feel happier, higher, more spiritual or Godly.'

'I don't like gold,' he replied. 'I was taught in Tibet to heal myself with black and red.'

Hmm. My friends had invited him over because he's mentally ill. They asked me to help him... 'Black and red are two of the lowest frequencies,' I said. He looks blank. 'It's the colours most people see if they see devils.' He still looks blank. 'It's the colours some people see if they're depressed, angry, or mentally ill. Have you felt depressed, angry or mentally ill?' 

He ignored my question about being mentally ill and changed tack. 'Black is useful. I've got a big black hole in me. They told me in Tibet it sucks bad energy out.'

Oh dear, an attack. "No, a black hole sucks good energy away. Black holes are used in black magic, by evil covens to control and destroy.'    

'They wouldn't do that. They're Buddhists, and they're in Tibet, a place full of Light.'

'Where there is Light, dark tries to overpower. Anyway, I've never heard of Buddhists teaching to heal with black and red.'

'Well...' He thought for a moment. 'They're a new group.'

Maybe that's it, a new group of baddies, set up to destroy Light. 'When did your mental illness start?'

He thought again. 'A short while after I started using black and red colours to heal me, and the black hole to take away my badness.' 

That's it probably, cause and effect. 15 minutes of hard talk and energy work later, he understood. The black hole had sucked out his Light, and he'd replaced Light with yucky blacks and reds that damaged him energetically and made him mentally ill. 

'I understand,' he said, as I finished off a technique to remove the black hole. 

'I hope so. I'll pray your mental illness doesn't return. This world needs more spiritual awareness of bright golden love and Light, including from you and me.'

'What are you doing this evening?' Greta asked on the phone. It was 7.45pm. Clocks go forward tonight. Clocks also went forward while in USA recently. So this is the second hour's sleep lost this month. 

'Reorganising furniture and planning new decor,' I replied.       

'Nothing much then. Fancy coming to a party bash?'

Regular readers may remember co-incidental meetings with Greta in a writer's group, gym, and cruise ship. She seems intelligent, happy, and fun. 'Yes,' I said.

'Great, I'll meet you outside my friend's house at 8.20pm.'

Shave, shower, shirt etc later, we entered her friend's party. I'd spent years dedicating my life to teaching, healing and relieving suffering. I'd turned down countless invites. Parties held or attended were where I knew most people. It was abnormal to watch more than a hundred noisy strangers chatting and laughing in a private home. While I help people in need, I thought, this is what the world gets up to...

A live band played to a watching audience. Someone needs to start the dancing. I pulled Greta to the dance floor. She was a ballerina, so danced with grace, rhythm and creativity. I can't dance. But my ex-wife was a ballerina, and girlfriends were dancers - temple, belly, limbo, ballroom, tap, tango, boxing (!) etc. I'd learned to copy them, so copied Greta's creative moves. It wasn't John Travolta, but watchers said it was beautiful to see two people dancing at one with the music and each other. Greta leaned back on my outstretched arm, her hair touching the ground, and repeated on my other arm. Thank God I do 300 press ups daily. It feels good to have fun and not help anyone for a change. 

After others started dancing too, we met Greta's friend. Terri turned her head to talk to me. She moved too slowly. I can't help asking. 'Do you have neck trouble?'

Yes,' Terri said. 'Arthritis. Almost everywhere. This hand's the worst. Terribly painful.'

Oh well, here goes. I had fun. Time to do God's work again. 'Maybe I can help? I'm a healer. May I hold your hand?'  

'Great chat up line,' Terri laughed. 'You can hold hold my hand, but I don't believe in healing.'

'I'm not trying to cure you. But the pain should relieve. Then you'll see the potential and visit a healer regularly. In doctors' surgeries, about 71% of people are helped.'

'I still don't believe it. Just hold my hand.'    

A lady nearby spoke up. 'I was sceptical,' she said. 'I had a damaged knee that doctors could not help. I could hardly walk. I healer cured me. You should try it.' 

10 minutes later, Terri's hand was pain-free for the first time in years. 'But it's still stiff,' she complained. 

'I didn't try to heal stiffness, I tried to heal your pain and it's gone. Will you see a healer now?'

'Yes,' she said. 

Hmm, will she? Some people disbelieve healing so deeply, they suffer rather than chance being cured.

It's been another one of those 24 hours. Guiding and being guided, when guidance was far from my mind.

Yesterday afternoon, I entered a new Ramsgate pub-theatre, "The Great Tree", to work on my laptop while my car was serviced. A poster on the wall said a psychic evening was on tomorrow. I mentioned my interest to Scheherazade, the hostess, saying I'd been co-presenter on a psychic TV show, 2 hours a day, 5 days a week. My role had been to explain, live on air, mystical or paranormal experiences of listeners that no-one else could answer.' 

'Great,' Scheherazade said. 'Would you like to do a show here?' Minutes later, we'd agreed that on Saturday May 5th at 7pm I'd teach "How to See Auras." (£5 entrance, and £5 for a 3-course meal. Bargain! You're welcome!) 
Was it co-incidence I went into that pub when I almost never drink?    

Later, during the "Three Tenors" operatic concert, I felt a strong pull to leave. I apologised to John, the host. Outside my home, a friend waited. 'Allan, thank God you've come,' she said. 'We need your help. You're just in time.' My friend's family had arrived from out of town, bringing severe arguments and creating relationship problems. One hour later, I'd brought peace to the scene and the family. 'Thank God,' my friend said. 'If you hadn't come when you did, our family would have split up.' 

'That's fine,' I said. 'I only walked out in the middle of the Three Tenors singing Ave Maria.' 
Was it co-incidence I'd left that pub at that precise time?    

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGG. Emergency! In the night, the neighbours fire alarm sounded. I tugged on trousers and ran next door, to find no fire, just a boiling kettle. As we made tea. the wife held her arm. 'It's agony,' she said. 'Terrible pain from wrist to elbow. I can't even twist it a little bit.' She grimaced as she tried. 

'Sounds like you're the emergency,' I said. 'I'll teach your husband how to heal it.' 10 minutes later, the arm was pain free, with full mobility. 'Boil the kettle in the hall again,' I said, 'the next time you need help!' 
Was it co-incidence the fire alarm went off and I helped the neighbour's arm? 

This morning Melanie knocked at the door. We'd met in the street by "co-incidence" before the Three Tenors. She'd looked stuck on her path, a damaged soul. 'My father died before I was born.' she said, 'I remember him telling me in the womb to be brave. I needed to be told that. It prepared me for being abused in childhood. And for when a boyfriend set fire to me. And when my next boyfriend was arrested for multiple rape.'

'Human tragedies are terrible,' I empathised. 'Maybe the soul has other lessons too?' Two hours later, I ended, 'Like the NIKE advert, "Just Do It!"'  

'I swore last night I'd Just Do It, ' she exclaimed. 'But you've given me a different positive perspective for action. How did you know after we met yesterday, I'd read NIKE's "Just Do It" ad?'
Was it co-incidence we'd met in the street, and she'd read the NIKE ad? 

Perhaps all "co-incidences" are real co-incidence.
But if they happen almost daily, sometimes like the above many times daily, is this more Carl Yung's theory of synchronicity? 

A friend believes so. She suggested such synchronistic co-incidences are really mysteriously mystical emergencies. Some type of guidance from 'those above'. Regardless of what we are doing at the time, our main role is to let go, to follow, to take action, to "Just Do It" .  

'My friend HAD to plant a crystal,' said Martine. (Name changed.) I've known Martine for years. We met yesterday by "co-incidence" in a happy "home-made like mum made" Thai restaurant in Margate High Street. 'Seven people were chosen by those above to help our planet,' Martine said. 'It's good to talk to you. You can't say these things to everyone. She was one of the chosen seven. I guided her to find the right spot.'

I've heard of crystal planters before. Some years ago, a friend Allex felt strongly guided to plant crystals in many countries. He knew deep inside that the spot where he buried the crystal would energise, and become part of a "crystal grid" to help Earth move up to the next vibration.      

Another friend, Jon, was "told from above" he had to buy a crystal and catch a plane. He arrived at Heathrow with crystal in pocket, not knowing where to go, and felt he had to catch the next plane to Canada. In Canada, he wasn't sure what to do next, so he hired a car, and drove "aimlessly", or was "guided" into mountain wilderness. Eventually he stopped the car in snowy wilds, miles from civilisation, and felt guided to walk across difficult snowy terrain, until he felt guided to a specific spot. He buried the crystal, inwardly knowing he'd planted it in a spot that would be part of a grid, and help raise the frequency of the planet to the next level. He immediately returned to England.

One thing I've learned on the mystical path is to accept others' realities, no matter how weird, because maybe one day that could be my reality too! 

So, maybe only 7 people were chosen to plant crystals in a grid to help raise our planet's frequency. Maybe I'm fortunate that, with billions of people on the planet, I know 3 of the 7 crystal planters. Maybe it's only the "morphic field" ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morphic_field#Morphic_field ) where learned behaviours spread through a field to become others' realities too. Maybe crystal planters are tested by guides and angels, to check obedience in serving the Gods.

Maybe mysticism has many potentials. And maybe, my three friends have done a great service for Mankind.   

My 'church', the Society for Independent Christian Ministry (SICM) gathered yesterday near London UK to ordain a new priest. The sermon was by Rev'd Theresa, who runs her church in Jamaica; support by Rev Susanna, chaplain for ASDA, a branch of Walmart; breaking of bread by Fr John who won awards for ministering on streets outside night clubs; and Bishop Jonathan who performed the UKs first gay wedding.

SICM is "all-inclusive". In other words, everyone may apply to be a minister or priest, including women like the new priest today.  

Do you feel called to do God's work? Do you share Christian love?  You could become a minister or priest too?

For me, it's an extension to help others in need. Including customised baptisms, weddings and funerals.  
         
I'm sure many readers could benefit... If you feel called, check out the website...
http://www.sicm.eu/14601.html 

This is a true story from a man I met in USA last month. In my role helping Goodness, it's perhaps not surprising I hear of battles against evil.  

'Fighting evil is my work.' The young man was seriously happy. 'I travel into astral realms, fight demons and destroy them. I love it.'

Is he serious and a real demon fighter, I thought, or a hallucinating schizophrenic? He was tall, slightly tubby, overly and overtly focussed on everything he looked at or said. He seemed the type to have had mental illness. 'Why do you love fighting demons,' I asked.

'Because I'm good at it.' 

I've heard this before, too many times. If it's real, evil is potentially dangerous. If it's not real, he's potentially dangerous. I'll try to dissuade him... explain the dangers...

'Do you realise evil could attack you?' I asked.

'I know, but I'm not afraid to die. I've told my parents.'

Poor parents. 'Suppose evil attacks them instead?'

'Evil won't attack them. I'm protected by angels, so are they.'

Oh dear, that old adage. 'Some evil is more powerful... Can your angels protect against all evil?'  

'Yes. I'm not afraid to die,' he repeated. 

It was almost a boast, a challenge to the dark to try to defeat him. I need to find a way to explain the dangers. 

'Do you think your angels can protect you for the rest of your life?' He hesitated, and nodded. 'And could they protect your future friends, wife, children and grandchildren?'  He hesitated, and didn't answer. I felt him thinking he could beat all demons. 

'Do you know how many people there are on the planet?,' I asked. He shook his head. 'About 7 billion. Are you saying you're the most powerful person on the planet out of 7 billion?'

He looked askance, slightly aghast. 'No.'

'So it is with evil,' I said. 'You're challenging evil to battle. You might win battles against lesser evil forces. You might call a draw against some evil as powerful as you. But one day you'll lose, because some evil is more powerful than you can imagine. That powerful evil might even bypass you, to hurt your children, or their children.' 

I've got through. His whole energy suddenly changed. 'I understand,' he said. 'May I buy you dinner?'

I was pleased. Not with the dinner, though it was yummy US-Mexican combo. I was pleased that if he had been mentally ill, he might stop 'battling demons', and 'come down to earth' to lead a more normal life.  

Or, if he truly was fighting demons, I was pleased he might leave those jobs to the Gods, and 'come down to earth' to do good works for Light, without so many dark dangers to him and all he knows.