A miracle cure is a cure a doctor can't achieve. If doctors can't cure a patient or condition, and something else does, it's a miracle!! Actually, maybe it's not a miracle - maybe it's normal!!! :-)
It's documented that Complementary and Alternative Medicine (CAM) achieves 'miracle' cures. Search the internet for 1) any common condition, add 2) a specific CAM therapy, add 3) the word "cure", and/or add 4) the words "scholarly article". It's surprising. Most common conditions have adequately researched curative options that doctors wouldn't dream of.
Doctors are limited in their scope. In the 1920s Dr Kondo, a medical doctor said in the Japanese Parliament that doctors know everything about the nature of a disease but don't know how to cure it. Dr Usui, the founder of Reiki, responded that Reiki practitioners know nothing about the nature of a disease but know how to cure it. This still holds true almost 100 years later.
Reiki or other CAM 'miracle' cures are weird, because no matter how great a 'miracle' it is, even some friends and family won't believe Reiki or CAM created the miracle. Even if they do believe, even less would try that CAM therapy themselves.
It's almost as if some people's minds are brainwashed against believing in cures, unless a doctor does it.Why believe only a doctor can achieve their cure, and it can't be found elsewhere? It's unrealistic.
Sceptics are strange, sad creatures. Their main delight in life is to knock CAM down without seeking evidence of the "miracle's" truth. I love sceptics if they seek balanced evidence. Most people I know can't stand sceptics who refuse to even look at evidence, but vociferously promote self-opinionated negative views.
I researched Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) with a PhD student at the University of London. Under strict research protocols, and nine measures that cross-validated each other, we showed that the CAM therapy I developed - ADHD-TriPlan
- achieves 90.9% success within 3 weeks. Success increases to 96.9% after one year. That's academically researched. So people should soon be bashing my door down to be cured of ADHD?
It seems as a race of beings we are too complacent about health, and rely on doctors as the only option available. If a doctor can't cure, that must be that, huh? The evidence though is that sports stars and the rich and famous regularly turn to CAM. For example, Prince Charles is a fervent backer of CAM. England's soccer team had a healer under the manager Glen Hoddle. (We played well under him!) Pat Cash, the tennis star, became a Reiki healer after he was helped by Reiki. I reckon Manchester United employs the best healers, because Man U's doing great! :-)
If someone has a chronic
condition such as asthma, back pain or arthritis, and doctors can't help further, many don't seek help from CAM. They accept their disability and suffer, along with their family and society suffer for the rest of their lives. Some though try CAM therapies. Research studies in doctors surgeries show that 71% of chronic patients doctors can't help, can be helped by healers! :-) If only all patients with chronic conditions saw a healer. There would be sooo much less suffering!
It's worse if people have a condition such as cancer, and wait until doctors can't help any more before seeking CAM. By then it's too late and many die. But some are cured by CAM. A miracle? No just normal. Like the anti-cancer program on www.cancertherapyprogram.com (website almost finished.)
If only all cancer patients received CAM soon after diagnosis. There might be sooo much less suffering!
In my Harley Street clinic, international clinics, and Margate residential therapy centre, my patients were mainly ones doctors could not help further. My success rate, bases on a triangulation assessment of quantitative, qualitative, and limitation data, showed almost everyone improved, and many were cured.
This week I'll publish some of my cases, to show miracles are normal.
My objective is not to have a queue of patients. Been there, done that, with queues from 8.30 in the morning to 1.30 the next morning. No, my objective here is to say, just because doctors can't help you any more, don't give up.
Don't suffer - Google and try something.
Your miracle may be only a few clicks away. :-)
Gilda's left-over roast dinner - spot the cranberry sauce?
Sea sunset through Natalie's dining room window
Part of June's meat, cheese, and chocolate buffet
View of my house while eating chips
In between sorting stacks of paperwork this week, priorities were catching up with friends' and family over dinners (yum yum), and helping those in need by phone.
My Auntie Joan and I loved Gilda's roast fit for the ravenous, Natalie and Ted's sausage and mash, June's meat, cheese and chocolate buffet, chips on the harbour wall, and my sister Barbara's Sunday lunch. Nothing too spiritual, but the company was healing!
Helping those in need by phone included a suicidal man threatening to kill himself and his children, a cancer patient with days to live, a lady with multiple traumas, and so on.
As usual, no income this week. My life is about helping others, with unconditional love for their souls.
This wonderful world is enhanced if just one person improves. To be able to help every day, is a blessing, a humble service for humankind on behalf of God and the angels.
The 2 hour drive from San Diego to Los Angeles on the Pacific Coast Highway took 5 hours. Packed traffic jams, bumper-to-bumper cars, on seven lanes, in each direction. So I was late to teach 20 cancer patients, the Jewish cancer self-help group that initiated me into Tefillin
, how to heal themselves and each other.
The cancer group felt sad. Two members had died that week. Some members seemed in painful agony. If only I can help their lives a tiny, weeny bit... Alleviate some suffering...
Soon they played with healing energy, electric and magnetic sensations. They created balls of energy in their hands then felt electric and magnetic energies in each other. Sadly, a few could not move their arms, they were in such severe pain.
After teaching how to self-heal they healed each other. Some had such terrible pain they could hardly move or speak. Persons scored their pain out of 10, where 10 is worst possible, and 1 is no pain at all.
Results were astonishing. In minutes, one person shouted in glee that their pain was at zero for the first time for months. Everyone clapped. Over the next few minutes, others shouted happily their pain had gone too. Everyone clapped. Again and again...
Two patients’ pains remained terrible.
One had been operated on, could not talk, with severe pains in neck and shoulders. I guided his ‘healer’ to heal differently, until the pain disappeared. He couldn’t believe he was pain free. Everyone was soooo pleased for him...
The worst pain was in a lady with stage 4 cancer, expected by doctors to be terminal, to die. Her face contorted in agony when she tried to move her arms. Such a tough case... so I healed her myself. Within minutes, her pain reduced to zero. She couldn’t believe it, and waved her arms in the air with a huge grin.
Everyone left pain free and smiling! Yippeee.
Perhaps this success teaching healing to the Jewish cancer group could be repeated in other groups around the world? If you’re a healer, it might be worth trying...?
Westgate Bay winter wind-surfers
‘I’ve been reading about healing and Reiki,’ Tony said. ‘There are countless systems, but it doesn’t matter which you learn.’
We sat outside a beach café near our homes, on curved Westgate Bay. Wind-surfers’ coloured sails leapt to the sky above white foam seas. It was cold, windy, and beautiful.
( See http://www.northdowns.plus.com/kentcoast/images/minnismargate/minnismargate-006.html
) My grandmother had 13 children; they each had 3 or four. Our families would take over a local beach or park with football, baseball, cricket etc. Sunny days meant happy daze. Tony is one of my 40+ cousins. He’s spiritual in nature, and philosophical in mind. ‘It doesn’t matter which Reiki you learn,’ he repeated, ‘because they all get the same results.’
‘I agree,’ I replied. 'Many "different" systems with different names are not much different. They just regurgitate other teachings. But some teachings are truly different, with better results for some illnesses.’
‘That’s not what I read. I haven’t found better results anywhere.’
A towering wave surged towards the wind-surfers. Just before the wave hit, they somersaulted high, hanging in the air under parachutes. After the wave passed, they landed on calmish water like a small flock of birds. But the wave hit one wind-surfer. He floundered in the sea, struggling to pull the sail up again.
‘That’s the analogy,’ I said. ‘Not all wind-surfers get great results. Some can’t somersault. Some sink. Some give up because results aren’t good compared to others.'
‘It’s the same in everything,’ Tony said. ‘Some plumbers get bad results, so do some landscape gardeners, even some doctors. My local doctor has bad results.’
Two more wind-surfers floundered badly.
‘Maybe it’s about trust,’ Tony continued. ‘Trust is the second greatest gift we can give someone. The first is love. But love without trust is not perfect love. How can I love and trust a Reiki healer to be better than other therapies?’
‘Check academic research?’ I suggested. ‘Find validated outcomes. You’ll see not every system achieves identical results.’
‘And your system...?’
‘It’s unethical to discuss cures with patients. But I try to cure where possible. After over 30 years in this field, I can’t help some conditions. Others I may philosophise on an approach. But others, I’m confident on curing. I have better results than orthodox medicine with, for example, emotions, depression, ADHD, grief, PTSD, fractures, even some cancerous tumours.’
‘So I need to love, and trust, you?’ Tony asked.
‘Trust comes from experience or research. If you experience a plumber's great job, you trust. If a terrible job, you don’t trust. Or, you research his results before you employ him. With me you can see before and after X-rays of fractures I’ve resolved, letters from patients whose tumours shrank, PhD research that over 90% of ADHD children are helped inside three weeks. And so on…’
‘I trust doctors,’ Tony said.That's the therapy world. Why isn't academic research trusted evidence for intelligent minds? Perhaps few people want to know where to look. Trust truly is the second greatest gift.
As if in agreement, as we said goodbye, trusted parachutes danced in the sky.
Today will have a happy ending - I've arrived in Odense, Denmark, Hans Christian Anderson's fairy-tale city. If you enjoy reading of fairy tale lives, humour and variety, these blog posts are written for you! Today, as you will discover, really is the first day of the rest of my life...
Examples of strange tales you might expect from this blog...
My fairy tale life started when born 80% disabled and doctors said I wouldn't make 'old bones', or even teenage years. From that moment, my stubborn fairy godmother and guardian angel set to work to prove the doctors wrong.
Joyful childhood fairy tales could be told of me singing in Canterbury Cathedral choir, playing piano, table-tennis, and snooker. Mystical fairy tales can be told of me aged 7 suddenly knowing healing methods to stay strong and alive. And horrid fairy tales could be told of the special boarding school for ‘delicate’ children where some classmates may have died, then a private boarding school where we wore black gowns and square mortar boards and childhood naughtiness wasn’t stopped by thrashings from the headmaster's bamboo canes.
Despite often being hospitalised twice a year, I became a professional photographer in Germany, a UK government business consultant, vice-president of the Speakers' Society, enjoyed dangerous black run skiing, played international chess, and so on. Being 80% disabled had wonderful benefits. I had a brain to achieve excellent careers or hobbies, but always ended in hospital deciding what to learn next!
Like in a fairy tale, one day I expected to go into hospital, but unexpectedly met a wonderfully weird woman. She put her hands on me, and almost in a wave of a magic wand, I was cured.
Decades later, I’m like the wonderfully weird woman. I’ve developed ‘magic’ cures for many conditions doctors cannot help; cured thousands of patients; constructed an anti cancer programme oncologists are dying to see; teach 63 psychic subjects; been complementary therapy tutor for UK prisons; taught thousands of students; pioneered effective therapies for 15 psychological conditions; lecture on angels and soul paths; and have written over 20 publications. I’ve co-presented a daily mystical TV show, and worked internationally with doctors, academics, governments, and three royal families. And so on. Nothing is more important than anything else. Everything is intended to relieve suffering, improve lives, and help our needy world.
If we give ourselves unconditionally to help others, God gives back without being asked. So God-given wonderful adventures include climbing the foothills of Mount Everest to give money to headmasters to re-build 8 dilapidated schools, driving atop hot sand dunes in the Sahara Desert, cruising near blue icebergs in the freezing Antarctic, trekking through equatorial forests, and visiting cities, islands and mountains galore. Imagine the contrast of finding an undiscovered pyramid in a Mexican jungle, with gigantic gold monkeys, and being gourmand secretary of a little society called ‘Chocoholics Unanimous’...
As in a fairy tale, one shouldn’t only experience goodness, love and fun. Balance should be in all things, otherwise how can we truly appreciate beauty and love?
These few adventures are exactly that – just a few of my fairy tale adventures. I’m told I go where angels fear to tread. But it’s just that the Gods guide me to the right place at the wrong time!! I simply accept with unconditional love, and see no reason why they shouldn’t continue the fun.
Today really is the first day of the rest of my life. I was only based in England to try to help my daughter, despite our tough personal circumstances, and despite doctors saying for decades my health needed warmer climes. But at last I've rented out my amazing home on the beach, and given up all work. It’s time to write as I travel, to share love and healing with other parts of the world, and perhaps to find love too.
Come and enjoy with me, fairy tale adventures along the way. Everything will be true, but you may not believe anything. And that’s exactly how life is in this weird and wonderful world.