Just to ask is there anyone out there who would like to save a donkey from being passed onto the butcher.
She is 19 years old and they want 150 euros for her, sorry no photos.
If anyone is interested we could put you in touch with the vendors direct.
Hope to hear from someone !!
THANK YOU - A DAY AFTER POSTING THIS MESSAGE I HAD A MESSAGE TO SAY THE DONKEY WAS SAVED. :-)
Thanks to all who asked if I'm OK, due to my lack of blogging.
Life sometimes takes us down paths of glory - or gory. Apologies to all regular readers for lack of recent blogs - my life's been through a period of gory. Not in a physically bloody sense, more in a sense of being so busy it's been Gruesome and Grisly busy-type of gory.
"Decorating" is a polite word for what I've done to a 4-bedroomed house I rent out. Perhaps you'll understand if I say that tradesmen etc I've had to employ include, in alphabetical order,
1. Carpenter (to make new panelling in kitchen where a pipe had burst and destroyed it, and to box in pipes)
2. Carpet fitter (to refit carpets and vinyl floor coverings)
3. Cleaner (to go throughout house)
4. Electrician (for safety check and install new anti-moisture lights to bathroom and shower room)
5. Flooring screeder (to level uneven floors ready for covering)
6. Furniture removals (to give away or dump furniture previous tenant left behind)
7. Gardener friend (to weed and display in garden)
8. Labourer (to smash up and bag up ceramic floor tiles)
9. Maintenance man (to re-fix kitchen doors, make grill at front door, re-hang doors properly etc)
10. Materials purchases (to ensure quantity and quality is appropriate)
11. Painters and decorators (to repaint almost the whole house)
12. Plasterers (to repair damaged ceilings and walls)
13. Plumber (to re-route water supply, replace cracked toilet, fix second toilet a previous tenant had broken etc)
14. Roofers (for three leaks due to a storm last month)
15. Van hire (to take rubbish to dump or to storage)
16. Window repairs (for sash windows)
To ensure good jobs at reasonable prices, I've needed three estimates for everything. If you've everv done that, you know how long that takes!!! (Yes, three exclamation marks!!!)
Even then, I've had to "say goodbye" to a number of "tradesmen" who seemed professional, but were awful.
I've done much more than the incoming tenant asked for or needed. They only wanted the roof repaired from the storm damage! But spiritual nature overlaps into everyday life. That includes being the best landlord a tenant could have.
So that been my full time job for a while. Normal service will be resumed shortly, with more spiritual, healing, therapy, psychic and social posts, that are weird and wonderful, classic and curious, and mystical and magical :-)
Margate is becoming a major arts centre. "The Boat Project" was the latest art to arrive. Unusually, this piece of art will directly help disadvantaged people. http://www.theboatproject.com/
Quote from website: "The Boat Project is a living archive of people's stories and lives, a 30ft vessel made from donated wooden items. From February to July 2011 the public donated their wood to the project but not just any old wood. Pencil or piano – exotic as Zebrawood or as familiar as pine every piece had a story behind it. Donations arrived in their thousands, from the highly personal to pieces of national importance. All of these donations have now been used to build a state-of-the-art seafaring yacht named Collective Spirit."
The wooden art boat is astonishing to see. Donated wooden items, from coat-hanger to clogs, were stuck together, planed and polished. It looks like a high class marquetry table. http://margatehoststheboat.org/
The art-boat was built for the community. Anyone can apply to sail for free.
Disabled, handicapped and needy people will benefit.
What a wonderful use of art.
Waiting for the crowds
Tracy Emins running with torch middle left
The Turner Gallery changeover
Lighting a new torch for the next stage
Karen Pickering, Olympic swimmer
The Olympics came to Margate yesterday. Surprisingly, many thousands gathered along the route, and screamed and cheered as the torch shone past.
Tracy Emin ran the torch in. She's a local artist, famous for entering a major art prize with a real-life copy of her unmade bed. "My Bed". http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/artists/artpages/tracey_emin_my_bed.htm
She currently has an exhibition of erotic art at Margate's Turner Gallery.
Tracy handed the flame to Karen Pickering, a past member of the British Swimming Squad.
The torch also stopped at nearby Canterbury Cathedral and Leeds Castle, rowed along the River Medway in Maidstone, and past the motor racing circuit of Brands Hatch. All amazing places for sightseeing if you're ever nearby!
Run for love. http://runforlove146.org/?attachment_id=1068
"Love" is a word most people love. They'd love to have love in their lives. But when they don't, when they've experienced the opposite of real love, sexual or mental "abuse", they are called "survivors"...
Survivor is a word not used in some countries. That's because it essentially means the person HASN'T survived adequately. They still have associated problems to do with their abuse. They still suffer inside. And those close to the abused person suffer too.
Someone close to me, a sweet, gentle, happy lady, was sexually abused as a child. She buried the abuse deep in her mind. No-one knew of it, not even her. Except of course the wicked step-father who did it, and her mother who allowed it.
After she married, friends and her and her husband thought it was a marriage made in heaven, and wouild last 'forever'. But one day, her husband returned home from work to find her in bed like a one-year-old child. She couldn't talk, only giggle like a child. She couldn't walk, only crawl around.
No-one knew why she was like it. Except her mother who kept quiet and told no-one about the abuse she'd allowed.
Doctors took the lady into a mental hospital. After countless talking therapies and drugs combinations she was still like a one year old child. Doctors gave up. They said she might be in hospital for the rest of her life.
Eventually, psychiatrists said only one option was left. Electric shock treatment (ECT).
I know her husband well. He hated the idea of ECT, and tried everything possible at the time. His psychologist friends suggested options, including ways to try to talk to her, and cocktails of drugs. Psychiatrists tried his suggestions. But nothing worked. Nowadays other options might be available. But at that time, it seemed that the only option left for her not to be in hospital for life was to try ECT.
Because her husband loved her deeply, he was present, holding her hand as she was thrown in the air by electric shocks. It didn't help. She stayed like a one-year old child. And after watching ECT at work on his loved one, her husband became traumatised himself.
Psychiatrists said they'd try ECT a second time. The same thing happened - nothing except more trauma.
And again a third time.
After the fourth ECT she spoke. She remembered the sexual abuse she'd suffered. Psychiatrists said sexual abuse memories were so horrific to her, she'd buried them away from conscious thought. Because she felt happy and safe in marriage, memories felt able to rise. But they didn't rise fully. They created a 'block'.
Much later, she was discharged from hospital. Psychiatrists said she should never see her mother again, who'd allowed the sexual abuse. Her mother had manipulated in devious ways, not for her daughter's best interests. Mother and daughter did not communicate with other for some time.
After-effects of sexual abuse are almost as horrific as abuse itself. In this case, the lady didn't even remember her husband. He had to show her photographs of their marriage. She didn't know how to butter bread or peel a carrot. It took two years of intensive work, a labour of love, for her husband to help her become a near-functioning adult.
Both wife and husband were still recovering from the ordeal when their first child was born. The (grand)mother who'd been party to the sexual abuse did not see her baby granddaughter. One day, the husband thought it cruel she couldn't see her grandchild, regardless of the past. So he ignored psychiatrists' advice, and invited her over.
Immediately the mother re-started manipulating her daughter. Not long after, her daughter left the marriage and moved nearby, then in with her mother. Her mother was still with the step-father who'd committed the abuse - something psychiatrists said would be unhelpful to recovery.
But the young lady was severely damaged, unable to cope with memories of abuse. Years later she still seeks mental health care for the memories. She can't stand the word "love", equating it with abuse. The husband was severely damaged, watching someone he loved be destroyed by her memories of abuse.
Families are damaged too. Families are often unable to discuss the near-taboo subject of sexual abuse adequately. They're unable to understand each others' actions or feelings about what happened. And they're unable to understand reasons why therapy or ECT was given at the time, or the effects on patient and family.
This story is told to give an insight into the traumatic effects sexual abuse can have on all people associated with the abused person.
Love is needed. Please help the fight against child exploitation, and sexual abuse. Go to:http://runforlove146.org
Healing needs come in all shapes and sizes. The shape today was like a cord, and the size, very very long.
Danni phoned while I was sunbathing on Margate harbour with Amanda, about to sip a mocha. "I need your help urgently," she exclaimed. "It's an emergency. Can you talk in private?"
"It's an emergency and you want to talk in private," I repeated, so Amanda knew. "OK." I left the mocha and walked to a quiet spot against the harbour wall.
"I'm being psychically attacked," Danni said breathlessly. "It's horrid. One of my patients is stalking me. There's a long cord coming from him, attacking and entering me."
Oh dear. One of them. I've known Danni for 15 years. She's a well balanced, happy, professional cancer therapist, working in a top London clinic. She's not paranoid. It's unlike her to panic over anything. As if reading my thoughts, she said, "I'm not paranoid. But I'm panicking because the cord coming from him is so strong."
"What would you like me to do?"
"Help me cut the cord."
I have various therapies for such work, and went silent for a few moments, tuning in, checking which therapy might work best for this occasion.
My thoughts flashed to Singapore.
No matter what healing therapy I taught there, if I mentioned "cords", or "psychic attack", that's all some students wanted to learn. The culture in Singapore, and where I taught in Malaysia, Mexico, India, and so on accepts psychic attack is potential reality. Not so in the UK where such metaphysical subjects are almost taboo to discuss.
"OK," I said. "Sit with eyes closed. Follow these instructions."
Guillotine Energy Therapy (GET) has almost 100% success. Within minutes, Danni found cords had entered her heart and stomach. Minutes later, we'd cut them off, and returned the dark energy to their source.
"That's better Allan... Much better... There's nothing there now..."
"Great." Do GET three times a day for two weeks, and all should fine."
I returned to sunbathe with a now lukewarm mocha, and explained the therapy to Amanda.
"The beauty of GET is," I said,
"if the cord is real, during the two weeks of GET the psychic attacker can unconsciously know their cord isn't finding their victim. Then they'll stop, and the victim will usually be safe.
"If the cord is unreal, where someone is paranoid or psychotic, within two weeks GET normally re-frames their paranoid or psychotic thoughts and they'll feel safe.
"Either way it's almost 100% win-win."
Just four lines today - my new bio for healing, psychic, spiritual teachings has been updated at last :-) .
Students and patients accepted internationally, in groups or one-to-one.
Please go to http://www.allansweeney.com/bio.html
Energies inside a sick person can be experienced by both the sick person and someone nearby. We're made of electro-magnetic energy. Students on courses often feel other's emotions, as if attracting them magnetically. Others see colours in the areas they feel emotions...
Today I met Mark in a hotel lobby. He explained someone said something so horrid to him at work, he cried. As he spoke, tingly, emotional energy came from the centre of his chest into mine. It felt sad...
I looked at his chest. Blackness to the left, beige to the right.
I kept looking. It seemed shaped like a cave. Suddenly the blackness moved to the right. Strange... time to explore.
In the hotel lobby, without explaining my feelings, or visual experiences, I asked Mark to close his eyes, and focus on his chest. He also felt negative, tingly emotions that scored 6 out of 10 on a visual analogue scale. Like me he saw negative black and beige energy there, in a cave-like structure. And like me, he saw the black move away...Good, I hadn't explained my feeling or vision, but he's felt and seen the same things.
There's a probable reality. Perhaps it's time for Anti-Cave Emission (ACE) therapy.
Ten minutes of ACE therapy later, there was no blackness in the centre of the chest, the cave had disappeared from view, and Mark's emotions felt at peace.
Feelings and visions of negative emotions and caves are more common than you might expect - they're just not talked about by many for fear of being ridiculed.
I remember when auras were ridiculed. Now, Kirlian Photography takes pictures of auras, and the existence of auras is accepted by most rational people. Search "Kirlian photography images" https://www.google.co.uk/search?q=kirlian+photography&hl=en&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=VRX-T9-jAoj80QXzxqH6Bg&sqi=2&ved=0CGEQsAQ&biw=993&bih=1010
I just pray a camera is developed soon to prove the existence of black energy in caves. Then perhaps some people can heal quicker, and easier, and suffer less...
Dinner in London at Garfunkel's famous self-service Salad Bar is worth photographing, on and off the plate. Vitamins and minerals missing from normal diets are easily topped up!
Today I met Marco, a gorgeous young man in his late 20s. A few years ago, I taught Reiki to him and his friends Daniel and Salvatore. Out of my thousands of students they were a memorable highlight. They had rare beauty, honour, intellect, and love for such young men.
"I'd like to teach Reiki," Marco said, in his usual humble manner.
"Because I'm taking a year out from work as a schoolteacher to travel around South America. I'd love to teach Reiki in Ashrams and help people I meet."
"Excellent reason to learn. Third World Countries need much help."
We discussed the benefits of Reiki, from relieving pain and emotions, to curing, to helping someone shift along a positive life path.
"You'll need to help your students after you leave. To provide adequate knowledge, ability and support, by phone or email."
"I hadn't thought of support after I leave. I may not have time to fit that in my life."
Marco can do so much good for the people's in South America. Oh well, here goes, let's hope I have time... "Perhaps I can help. I'm your lineage Reiki Master. So, 1., you could give your students my details... 2., you could contact me if you can't cope or help enough... 3., you could ensure all students increase their knowledge and use my 500 page Reiki 1 Manual, to become more professional. The online download Manual can help them when you've left."
"Hard copies are better for making notes in."
"I could post hard copies if needed. And finally, 4., I can offer you my Reiki 1 Course Syllabus. It's a 70-page document on what to teach on Reiki Level 1, including topic teaching styles needed, references to the Reiki 1 Manual, and timings for each teaching section. It's simple to follow. Everything's organised for you."
"Sounds good. One lady at work thinks that after my year out I won't return to school. She said I'll find something more fulfilling along the way. When can I learn how to be a Reiki Master?"
"I want to apologise," Mavis said. When one of my students apologises, it's always surprising but pleasing.
As a Reiki Master, responsibility is to ensure student therapists and teachers are professional enough.
It's wrong to teach students, give them a certificate, and abstain from responsibility if they teach and heal badly. I tread a difficult path, explaining to students why they may not be good enough, yet...
I look for three main negatives: ego, sexuality, and money.
I like students with lots of ego. They'll probably do bigger works helping people in need.
Too little ego means they may never do anything!
But too much ego, thinking they know more than their teacher when they're just beginning, can be damaging for their patients and students because of their ignorance and complacency of what they don't know.
Luckily this is rare. On one of my courses, an Australian priest said she'd been sexually abused by another student. When I asked him, he replied aggressively, "So! I'm Turkish. All the men do that in Turkey!" I returned his course fee, and of course, he didn't get a certificate.
I like people who need money. Reiki's a profession like doctors or school teachers. So money should be earned!
Too little desire for money, wanting to share love for free, means help they offer others is limited by lack of funds. Some people even go bankrupt because they are so against earning money.
But, needing money without compassion or desire to relieve suffering, may damage their patients and students.
A kind heart and sweet soul is essential.
These thoughts came when Mavis phoned. Two years ago, I said she wasn't good enough yet to help my cancer patients. She strongly disagreed.
But in these two years, Mavis studied osteopathy at university. She realised I'd been right, that she wasn't good enough at that time to help patients with cancer.
Regularly, letters from ex-students apologise. One student, Jonathan, wrote, "Allan, I vehemently disagreed with you. But now I try to help my students like you helped me, and they vehemently disagree with me! I've fallen out with lots of my students because they don't understand. I'm sorry, and offer you any support you need."
Mavis and Jonathan are simply learning. They're both brilliant people, loving, kind, and caring. I'll meet Mavis in London soon, and laugh at the lessons of life.