Apologies to regular readers... It’s been too busy for too long to write this blog.
That means... there’s been too many excitingly weird and wonderful happenings to blog about!  
Here's the "titles" of some daily happenings I could have blogged, to give a taste and flavour of recent fun.

1.    Flying angel in Vitoria, with night time photos

2.    Baby Jesus invited me into her bedroom for ‘therapy’. An hour and a half later I came out to see her very large  husband with folded arms and grim face...  

3.    How I taught young man in Spain to heal away 100% of his mother’s arthritic pain

4.    Healing a nearby passenger's fear of flying, in mid-air from England to Spain

5.    Explaining a Dutchman’s negativity was genetically inherited calms him

6.    Loss of an Englishman's job leads to depression and guilt, and possible bereavement

7.    UKs Advertising Standards Agency lacks ethical standards when judging complementary therapies 

8.    Angel in the sky – photo of a beautiful angel appearing in the Danish sky

9.    The Sahara of Denmark – the church buried in sand dunes

10. Healing a bad back in a steak restaurant

11. How to cheer a miserable Danish waitress

12. Cat whispering - communicating with a Danish family cat uncovers why it was miserable 

13. Danish friend had not walked from her house for 7 months - after my therapy, she walked for a mile

14. My new 7-stage program for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and ME gains success

15. Email from patient on her miracle due to the my anti-CFS and ME program

16. May Day in Odense – free beer, Viking lunch

17. Veile church with bones of Norwegian Queen, scalps of vagabonds, and free tea and biscuits

18. Lego manager’s home in Denmark, and how to drink whisky

19. Doctor in Barbados helped by Reiki, now wants to help Reiki

20. Lady’s plea to be released from psychic attack

21. Margie and her artistic mandalas that heal and inspire  

22. Getting fit in the gym after botched operation

23. Antibiotics give sunlight reaction – how to desensitise for summer sun

24. Psychiatric nurse in sauna blasé about psychiatry’s ineffectiveness

25. Conversation in sauna about DREM for trauma induced condition

26. Man left sauna changing room happier about his schizophrenic wife

27. Man in sauna said, here comes the professor – he keeps helping people

28. My doctor says he will fight me like a lion – after he fought like a lion to protect the job of abusive Dr Masoud

29. Angela Falaschi, the brilliant nutritionist, and her even more brilliant machine

30. After one healing session my terribly ill auntie now feels fine

31. Website created to inspire others was trying to inspire the creator

32. Karate research for disabled persons can’t get funding – table tennis tables different to medical research

33. If hospital consultants can’t help your illness, go to the top - ask to see a professor

34. Finding a long lost relative from Malaysia in half an hour

35. Teaching angelic perfume salesgirl in Heathrow’s Duty Free the essence of smellology - clairolfaction

36. Doctor's wife traumatised by miscarriage, crying in street, cured in 5 minutes with "Spiral Therapy"

37. Wife of doctor told she could not have children - felt my energy inside her and became pregnant that month

38. Christening for 1 year old girl - pokes tummy out each time I mention her soul job on Earth

39. How a poor teenager bought land to build a university to help relieve suffering 

40. Lecture to 2,000 people in Mexico City - teaching a crowd to heal each other

41.And so on...

I cannot write more on all the above, but I'll write more about the weirdest... 

Watch this space - inspirations to help our needy world...

One of my pleasures of travelling the globe healing, lecturing and teaching, is trying local foods. This week, tastes of France gave culinary delights that created mouthwatering memories. 

The medieval Cassoulet Festival in Castelnaudary in South West France attracts 50,000 Cassoulet lovers. Streets line with restaurants, and huge awning-type tents, all serving Cassoulet. 

The Great Cassoulet Recipe is not just a bean stew. No other French dish is associated with so much history, religion, and myth. 

In 1355, the Black Prince, son of England's king, ransacked the South West of France. He forced men to join him, to fight the French king. The Black Prince took all the food the army could carry.

For those left behind, little food remained. So they gathered leftover food from their homes, popped it all in a rustic earthenware pot and cooked the first ever Cassoulet. 

They celebrate their survival ever since with annual Cassoulet. . The pot is still made by local potteries from local earth of Issel, a village near Castelnaudary.  

Residents of Castelnaudary, Carcassonne and Toulouse, all ransacked by the Black Prince, get themselves into a stew about Cassoulet's ingredients.

Castelnaudary's is mainly beans, pork and spices. Carcassonne's adds mutton and perhaps partridge. Toulouse's recipe includes Toulouse sausage, goose or duck confit. They also debate whether tomatoes or bread crumbs should create the crust.

Although the dish was started by destitute peasants, Cassoulet is now big business. Castelnaudary factories produce one million tins weekly. And top chefs of gourmet restaurants create special versions for the rich. 

Alongside the Cassoulet restaurants is a medieval fair. Armoured knights battle with axes and swords. Jousting tournaments take place from river boats. Medieval craftsmen can be seen at work. And medieval games and cross bows are enjoyed by adults and children alike. 

I often think that, if I had enough money, and nothing else to do to help relieve suffering, I'd love to travel the world visiting tasty local festivals such as this Cassoulet Festival. 

Sightseeing is less fun than adventures. So today, instead of sightseeing ancient Cathar monuments, cathedrals, and castles, we returned to the 'end-of-the-world' Mount Bugarach with the specific weird aim of seeing something weird. For example, strange energy, a UFO, or an alien. We did!

Of course, when psychics (or scientists!) set out to prove something, one could argue they can create the result they wanted. But I'd argue that today we really did see something weird. :-)

As my friend drove towards Mount Bugarach, and it came into view, I half closed my eyes. Psychic readers will know half-closed eyes diffuses elements in your vision that could confuse. It allows one to focus on a specific point of vision more easily.

Right there, in front of my eyes, was the first weird happening. Rising from the top right hand peak was a black stream of 'energy'. I turned away and blinked, thinking my vision was 'wrong'. I refocussed with half-closed eyes. The black stream of energy was still there! I repeated the process of turning away and blinking four times. Black still streamed from that peak.     

My friend drove on as I explained my vision until the black disappeared - and was replaced by rising streams of white light. Looking away and blinking did not stop that vision either! The streams of white were huge. 

Soon after, the streams of white returned to black. Straight black lines of energy rose high into the sky.

Closer to the mountain, we stopped the car, and my friend looked too. The black and white sky streams disappeared. 

If you look at a person or object in a certain way, sometimes you can see a thin, surrounding white light. You can see this white light around plants, trees, or even the horizon. It's simply seeing the innate energy of that subject emanating  a little outside it.

I'd never seen the type of energy before, given out by Mount Bugarach today. No surrounding white light at all. Instead, there was a strange bright blue glow!

The fun thing is, my friend had never, ever, seen any type of aura. And she saw this bright blue glow too, exactly in the places I saw it! She was shocked!

The blue was beautiful. In a large dip towards the top left of the mountain top, the blue started to expand. My friend was startled. She hadn't expected to see anything at all, let alone exactly the same thing as me!

The blue got bigger, and bigger, filling the dip. It shone brightly. It was in distinct contrast to the bright blue sky. The sky was "normal" bright blue. This was a distinct glow, an effervescent, fluorescent light. 

From the top right of the dip, above a peak, came a yellowy-green sphere of light. There was no distinct shape, just a sphere of light. It sort of hovered above the peak for a few minutes, then suddenly there was a rainbow-type flash and it disappeared! Phew!

Over to the right where I'd seen the rising black and white energies, many black and white stripes of different thicknesses rose vertically a few hundred metres into the sky. The nearest thing to describe it was a bar code. That was a factual analogy. But who knows, maybe bar codes are used by alien life forces? Now that would be fun! :-)

So many more weird things happened. Too many... 

So I'll blog about them all tomorrow. 

That's if nothing weirder happens today... :-)

Travelling from the beautiful French farmhouse and gardens of my hostess in Alaigne, to near-desolate Bugarach where the end of the world will happen in December this year is a weird experience. The long drive passes ravishing rivers and gorgeous gorges galore. But, suddenly, a few kilometres from Bugarach, the enchanting energy changes.

"Can you feel that?" asked Kathy.

Strangely, I had. The beautiful feeling had gone, and Kathy and I felt the change simultaneously, as if a huge dead aura hung over the area around Bugarach.

Mount Bugarach is said to house aliens, and a gateway to another world. It is thought to have inspired Jules Verne's Journey to the Centre of the Earth and Steven Spielberg's Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Countless 'sightings' and photographs over many years add to the mystique. 

Over 100,000 people may come to the mountain soon. For example American travel agents have offered special, one-way deals to witness the end of the world. And a neighbouring village, Saint-Paul de Fenouillet, has produced a wine to celebrate the occasion. 

The odd thing is that there's no immediate sign of anyone interested in the end of the world anywhere. Maybe it's because Jean-Pierre Delord, the mayor of Bugarach, has asked the French government to scramble the army to prevent mass suicide. Maybe the armies already been here, and moved people on?

When "the end of the world comes this year", many believe Bugarach will be the only place to survive. It doesn't feel like it though, when you enter the tiny village of a few dozen houses. It feels like here, the end of the world has already come. 

It was about 2pm, but unlike hearing song birds and wild life at the farmhouse, there was less sound here than in a graveyard. It was eerily silent and still. No movement, no sound...

We expected to see "New Age" travellers staring at Mount Bugarach that towers a short distance away. Or hippies selling end of the world souvenirs. Nothing...

So we walked around, innocently taking photos of the village and mountain. Innocent until we viewed the photos back at the farmhouse. 

I took three shots of the nearest thing I could find to a happy hippy home. Two were normal. One showed large see-through orbs! If you look closely, you can see the orb includes purple and green lines... 

And I took shots of the village. All were normal except one of the church - that showed orbs too! 

The point to make here is that I take thousands of photographs. I've only ever captured orbs once before, of a sacred mountain in Sedona USA, near a Native American Indian burial ground. Like yesterday, I'd taken two shots of the sacred mountain, within seconds of each other. One was normal, the other was covered in orbs!

Whatever you think of orbs, the fact that pictures taken within seconds of each other can show orbs or not is a strange phenomena. Perhaps, just perhaps, something alien revealed itself to us yesterday? 

Today will be one of those days. 

Catching up on phone calls, emails, texts and post.
Organising life in Margate for when I'm not here for a week. 
And preparing and packing to catch the plane to the South of France.

Carcassonne is a highlight of France, an ancient medieval walled city, that rejoices in its origins and original features. 
http://www.carcassonne.org/

Over various days, I'll be lecturing on healing and Reiki subjects, psychic and mystical topics, and spiritual and angelic enlightenments.

There should be time to keep you posted! 

Interestingly (if that's the right word?) the French government has warned that, due to predictions the world will end on Dec 21 this year, there may be mass suicides in nearby Bugarach. 

Many cults say Bugarach is the only place that will survive the apocalypse. So people have rushed to Bugarach and the rocky outcrop of Pic de Bugarach to join cults as converts to be saved when the end of the world comes.

A French government watchdog, Miviludes, is monitoring the suicide risk and "suspicious spiritual activities". The President of Miviludes, Georges Fenech, said: 

"I think we need to be careful. We shouldn't get paranoid, but when you see what happened at Waco in the United States, we know this kind of thinking can influence vulnerable people." (80 people died in Waco, Texas, in 1993)

Bugarach has been thought of for a long time as being magical. 

The local population of 200 claim their mountain is upside down - the top layers of rock are older than lower layers. Some believe it conceals a base for aliens. Others believe it conceals an underground gateway to another world.

During adventures in Carcassonne, I'll visit this upside down mountain, a cult or two, and try to find the alien base :-)

Then if the world hasn't ended, I'll write about it, just for you.  

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. 

"Why?"

"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?"

Solstice Canyon is surrounded by marvellous mountains with valuable views. But the stunning views of the Pacific Ocean beyond Malibu on the Californian Coast, is only seen if you hike to the mountain top. So I joined a hike, with Tara as our guide.  www.NatureGirlTara.com

Tara is gentle, sweet, and cares for hikers and trails. "You can do a 3 mile hike or an 8 mile hike. Rattle snakes love here," she said. "But they'll slither away rather than attack."

"Phew, that's good," I said,

A large man joined in. "You won't notice some plants stings until a few weeks later. Then you'll feel like scratching your leg to the bone."   

"Oh dear."

"It's OK, we'll warn you," he continued. "Then there's cougars and wild cats. But they rarely attack. Heart attacks from climbing up the mountain are more common."

It sounded fun. The first hike I'd ever been on. 

"Make sure you breath deeply," he ended. "You'll need lots of oxygen climbing up waterfalls, along streams, and over giant boulders."

He was right. From the start, most of our group panted, marching up a steep path towards the mountain top. Waterfalls, boulders, streams and narrow cliff-side paths provided wonderful nature and scenes on the way to the summit. If we weren't breathless enough, breath-taking views finished us off! Except me. Breathing exercises I've taught for 20 years helped! 

It was fabulous. At the end I wanted to do it again.
But I was the additional entertainment! 

We drove to a veggie restaurant, where hikers asked questions about my breathing technique! So I taught them in the restaurant. The owner and a diner joined in. 

Tara has a Masters degree in "exercise". The owner was a body builder. And the diner a gym instructor. Shocked expressions showed on their faces as they realised how stressed and bad their breathing was. 

It was my turn to explain dangers! How little they filled their lungs with oxygen... how little they expelled carbon dioxide.  

The problem is, even athletes and professional singers do not expand and contract their lungs enough. Diaphramatic breathing is not good enough for your health! 

Tara kindly emailed later with a testimonial.
"What I learned from Allan J Sweeney is invaluable information. I had no idea what I am able to do with my lungs!  Amazing stuff!  In all my years as a fitness professional, with a Masters Degree in Exercise Science, I have never even heard of these techniques. Allan is such a beautiful presence with so much to share.  Be open to his sharing and your life could change for the better!" 

There's a free CD about breathing on this site. Donations welcomed though...
:-) 
http://routenote.com/music/AllanJ.Sweeney/StressManagementforyourWholeBeing/5051813692383 

 

La Jolla is a beauty spot for people and seals on cliffs, beaches, and sea. They live side-by-side, at one. All are harmony - snorklers and cormorants, canoeists and pelicans, swimmers and seals. Whiling time away with brunch, overlooking the peaceful scene, is a must.

To be in such harmony with nature is rare. It's unusual love, where nothing has fear, because all is peaceful and perfect. If only more of our planet had such harmony. Especially different people.

That was the aim of my lecture tonight. To help potential Angels on Earth gather together to bring more peace and love and harmony into our world. 

Rafi found perfect people for the Angel on Earth lecture. But after all, he is called, 'The Laughing Angel'. As always the story touched hearts and souls, making sense of their lives. We'll take a booth-stand at San Diego's biggest Mind Body Spirit expo, to love and heal more angelic souls.      

Tears came from some San Diego angels who remembered being at one with perfect love before birth - and seeking but not finding such perfect love on Earth. 

If only people could all live in harmony with birds, fish, and seals like in La Jolla. 

When travelling abroad, I’m usually stopped at border controls. My natural red skin looks like I  blush! To me, it’s unfair to be stopped for reddish skin. Red-ism is as bad as racism, or sexism. Especially if I’m late for an interconnecting flight. Like today on my way to Los Angeles...

“Where are you from?” the Detroit passport control officer said, searching my overly red face.

Oh dear, here we go again. “England.”

“Where were you born?”

“London.”

“What do you do?”

“Eat chocolate.”

“We arrest wise-crackers. What job do you do?”

“Write books.”

“Yours?”

As if I’d write his. “Yes, I have my own website, www.allansweeney.com.”

Each answer was typed on a computer, word for word. No wonder there’s huge queues to enter USA. Big Brother’s data on file must be vast.

“How much money have you got?”

“What, in the bank?”

“One more wise-crack and you’re in trouble.” I glanced at the gun in his belt, and knew he was serious. “How much money have you got on you?”

“Less than £300.” He glared at me, as if to see if my face reddened more. It did, just because he was staring.

“Where are you staying?” I handed over a typed paper with Dianna’s name and address in Los Angeles.

“How long have you known her?”

“About a year.”

“Have you met before?”

“No.” Oh dear, is that a black mark against me?

“How did you meet?”

Gosh, such personal questions. “Online.” Is that against me too? My face reddened more, in case... “But we’re not dating.”

“I didn’t ask if you were dating. Just answer the questions.”

“I will.”

“I said, just answer the question. I didn't ask a question.”

“OK. That’ll save time. There’s only 15 minutes before my flight boards.”

His eyes narrowed. “For the final time, only answer questions. Speak when I ask. What job does she do?”

“Design.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Having fun.”

“I didn’t ask about your emotions. What are you doing in Los Angeles?”

“Meeting friends.”

“And Dianna’s a friend is she?”

I nodded.

“I said speak when I ask. Is Dianna a friend?”

“Yes.”

“Put your right hand fingers on this glass for your fingerprints.”

“OK, but I cut two fingers yesterday and have just taken two sticky plasters off and might get your screen sticky.”

He didn’t speak, just glared. I obeyed, and placed the fingers on the glass.

“The cuts might make my fingerprints different,” I suggested, “from last time I entered USA.” He paused, staring at my face. Ooops... Does he think I cut them deliberately? I blushed. He noticed. “Walk over there,” he said in a flat tone. “Wait in that small room. I’ll keep your passport.”

I never get nervous or scared, but USA passport officials give me the closest feeling to fear, as if you’re being questioned by police for a crime you haven’t committed, and might end up as an innocent in prison.

Nearby, an Eastern European man was led away. I couldn’t help wondering if I was in trouble, and at least be put on the next flight back to UK.

A different officer checked my previous comments against a database of answers I'd given to those questions on other arrivals to USA. “So you won’t mind if I phone your friend to check?”

My face reddened more. It was partly his questions, slightly the stress that I may miss the next flight, but mainly that I’d left freezing England wearing two thick sweaters and a jacket. Detroit’s temperature was a sweltering 30 degrees. He stared as I started to boil.

Thank God Dianna answered his questions OK. (Though later she said she was scared at his gruff, aggressive voice.)

“OK, you can go,” he said.

I ran for the flight, sweating more on the way. And just had time, before the gate closed, to buy four bars of Detroit chocolate. God, I needed that!

I hope no-one from USA passport control reads this blog post. They do a great job stopping illegal and dangerous immigrants, but I dread to think what questions they’d me ask next time.

"As a child, I dreamed of helping poor children in India." The lady on my train reminisced. "But I stayed safe, in England, working in an office. I've no family, and could easily rent my house. There's nothing stopping me going to India."

Gosh, I've heard this countless times. Why do people have lifelong dreams, yet do nothing about it even when they could? Best to try a bit of tough love. "So what's stopping you?" I asked softly yet confrontationally. 

She thought for a long 30 seconds. "I have to get permission from work for a sabbatical."

"You could ask at work tomorrow. What else is stopping you?" 

"Well, I need to clear out my house."

"That could be done in weeks. So what's stopping you going to India."  

Another long 30 seconds later, she said hesitatingly, "I suppose I'm scared. It feels safe where I am."

"But it's your lifelong dream since childhood. It could even be your soul purpose. Your reason for being. Your destiny. Your angelic job to share your love with the world."

She nodded thoughtfully. "Yes," she said. "I know. Others have said that too."  

Hmm... a stubborn one, frightened of change. I'll try the "If-when" technique. It usually helps decision making. "If you decide to go to India, when might you go?"

She suddenly looked positive. "Summer next year."

"And what steps would you need to take before then?"

She smiled. "I'll ask about the sabbatical at work tomorrow. Then plan how to sort the house, ready to rent next year." She nodded in confirmation of her own thoughts. "Yes, that's what I'll do. Ask at work tomorrow. The year between now and next summer gives me time to mentally adjust to work in India."

She smiled broadly. Her decision seemed concrete. I pray it is. And I pray all readers who know a job they should do, to tread their soul paths right now... But sometimes it just takes a little tough love from a stranger to set someone on the path their soul desires.