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...
I've waited until after Margaret Thatcher's funeral to post this. Many magical moments move me daily, and I must blog the best soon. But before time passes too far towards eternity of spirit...
Margaret Thatcher was, this week, only the second English Prime Minister of the 20th century honoured with a ceremonial, almost State, funeral. The Queen and all UK political parties attended, as did representatives of many countries.
But some expressed excited joy at her death. Why...?
In the decade before Thatcher came to power Britain was terribly divided. Trade Unions were so powerful they brought down two 1970s governments.
1970s was the height of the Cold War - Russia v The West. Nowadays, governments try to influence African and other countries. Then, Russia and The West tried to influence each other to become communists or 'free' capitalists.
It was said some Trade Union leaders were paid by Russian or Trotski-ite, Leninist, Marxist or Stalinist organisations. They aimed to bring down UK governments until the UK was ungovernable, then they'd take over.
Extreme left-wing Union leaders took their memberships out on strike illegally, without ballots. If one Union went on an illegal, unballoted strike, other unions called unballoted strikes to support them. Miners etc had to strike, or be ostrasised for life by village communities - in those days 'a fate worse than death'.
So before Thatcher came to power, illegal unballoted strikes meant strikers received no pay. Many miners and other union members starved. Communities broke down.
So it was a divided country pre-Thatcher.
The ultra-extreme left wing were well-organised from grass roots up. Pre-Thatcher, some cities such as Liverpool were taken over by what became known as "The Loony Left", followers of Marx, Lenin, Stalin, etc.
But... It was more dastardly and disgusting than most people know because...!!
Capitalists were on lists to be shot when the extreme left revolution came.
How do I know...?
Well, my ex-wife was a die-hard Marxist. One day, her younger sister told me she was going to a meeting of the ultra-left "Workers Revolutionary Party". After, she explained what happened.
"I didn't expect that," she said. "It was about the Left revolution, and how the Unions will keep bringing our governments down, and eventually the unions and the Left will take over our country."
"What's so unexpected about that?" I asked.
"They said I can't join Workers Revolutionary Party unless I wrote lists of capitalists I want shot after the revolution."
"Gosh! What did you do?"
"I'm only a teenager. I told them I was too young to know any capitalists."
"What did they say?"
"They repeated I couldn't join unless I wrote a list of capitalists that deserve to be murdered. They pressured me to write one."
"Well, eventually I gave them your dad's name."
"What! My dad? Why?"
"Because he runs a shop."
"But he only runs a shop - and works really hard."
"That makes him a capitalist. So he'll have to be shot."
"But he only tries to earn money for his family."
My sister-in-law repeated, as if hypnotised, "That makes him a capitalist, so he'll have to be shot."
Nowadays, my sister-in-law has a respectable profession, and may not be so left wing. But if she ever tried to deny these comments, I'd swear her previous truth on Oath!
It's not much different now, in the Middle East. Teens and 20 somethings are signed up for revolutionary action. They're malleable, unsure of how to be an adult yet, easily influenced. Revolution by the young via Twitter and Facebook has become a modern phenomena. In 1970s UK, revolution by the young was not far off...
That was, until Margaret Thatcher came to power, and destroyed the unions power, and the power of the extreme left.
Imagine you were in an extremist Leftist union who had brought down two governments, and you were so close to running the country completely, and you saw your dreams of power destroyed by Thatcher. Imagine you were one of countless members of the Workers Revolutionary Party and saw your dark dreams of murdering capitalists destroyed by Thatcher.
No wonder Thatcher's enemies celebrated her death.
No wonder Thatcher had a near-State funeral.
The State has much to thank her for. Without her, maybe many would have been killed in the revolution!
Including my dad...
It sometimes seems my job in the world is to help people that doctors can't help. Or worse, to help people doctors won't
I've dealt with many cases just this week. I'm busy today, so here's the first - others follow soon. Case 1 - chronic fatigue
Doctors usually can't - or often won't - help chronic fatigue. In Spain, a lovely lady in her 30s was diagnosed 11 years ago with chronic fatigue, and is now taking pain killers, sleeping pills, and anti-depressants, and been (sadly) referred to a psychiatrist.
"You might not have chronic fatigue," I said after hearing her list of symptoms. I showed her the Canadian 2003 diagnostic and treatment protocols. http://www.cfids-cab.org/MESA/ccpccd.pdf "About 30 different illnesses give similar symptoms. See...? Have you been tested for any?" I knew the answer would be "No". European doctors often won't test properly.
It's sad. Her "chronic fatigue" could be easy to resolve. For example, too much or too little lead or B12, or too much or too little adrenal or thyroid function... Why on Earth don't doctors test properly?
The next day she saw her doctor. "I had to argue with him," she said when she returned. "He said he wouldn't test for something on the internet!"
"Ridiculous," I said. "The protocols are accepted by other countries, and the WHO."
"He wasn't interested. I had to argue. He only agreed to test for 18 illnesses when I said I've not got enough energy to see the psychiatrist!" Classic. "But he refused to test for the rest. If these 18 tests come back negative I'll argue for the other tests.""It's a start," I said. "But even if it turns out to be chronic fatigue syndrome, there are many different types. One type is normally easily resolved with a special healing energy method. Come, I'll teach your brother how to help you. If you have this type of CFS, he might cure you when I'm back in the UK." It's always an asset to empower someone to heal - saves me a job! I remember my students' success stories. One, Carol, cured a lady with CFS with my method. She'd been in a wheelchair for 3 years, and was cured in 3 days. Amazed she could walk, she offered money. Carol declined. The woman said if Carol won't take money, her family of builders will build Carol a brand new therapy centre!!
In Spain, the girl's brother had never done healing before, but was a natural. He soon unlocked his sister's feet chakras, to rise low frequency energy from the ground into her feet. Then, without touching, he slowly worked up her legs, feeling for energy blocks that prevent needed low frequency waves energising hos sister's body. As normal with such a case, both "therapist" and "patient" felt energy rise up the legs, but felt energy stop rising at "blocked" areas. I taught the brother a different therapy to unlock the blocks, until both persons could feel energy flowing all the way up from feet to hips. "That's better," she said after. "About 50% better. Phew! I've got so much more energy!" "If your brother gives this therapy daily for two weeks," I said, "if this is your type of CFS, you might be cured within days." That's something most doctor can't - or wouldn't - do.PSComing soon - back pain, ulcerative colitis, rheumatoid arthritis, bloating etc
Easter is a time for LOve. It's a time to remember that one man held such deep principles of helping others, he died. Now I'm not suggesting we all die too. But it would not hurt anyone to go out into the world and relieve suffering with LOve more than you're doing right now.
The word LOve is different to the word love. You can 'love' anything. At Easter you can love an Easter egg, love your family gathering, love a special Easter meal. But you can only 'LOve' in one way - that is, to think and speak and act in the most kind and caring and Godly way.
At Easter, continue to 'love' chocolate and everything else human pleasure brings. But like Jesus, seek ways to LOve those who are suffering, the poor, needy and sick, and all less fortunate than you.
There's a common saying that if we have problems we should look on the bright side, because there's always someone worse off. Well, for someone somewhere on this planet that saying does not apply. There truly is no-one worse off than them!
Be an angel. Be Christ-like. Be spiritual. Be LOve. At Easter, seek someone who cannot find anyone worse off than them, and help however you can, with LOve.
Sorry everyone for not posting weird blogs recently. It's difficult when you're hospitalised...
On 1st November a tiny "day" operation for a small hernia repair went drastically wrong. Surgeons 'mistakenly' cut my insides. Blood flooded everywhere. Doctors admitted daily to being "very worried". Friends and family thought I might not survive. I even made a Will.
Thank God, after another operation, and lots of prayers, angels, love, and healing, I survived.
As the saying goes, all's well that ends well.
Hopefully it won't be long before daily weirdness returns to my life - and this blog.
If you've already emailed, I'll reply soon.
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"Love" is the most difficult word to understand. Because in most languages you "love" your lover, parents or children, "love" your neighbour or colleague, "love" your job or hobby, "love" your home or holiday, "love" chocolate or God. You can "love" anything under the sun - including the sun!
But there's a problem...
Different "loves" usually have different feelings! You feel different loves for your lover, mother, chocolate or God. Yet you say you "love" them all.
Recently an attractive stranger approached me in the street. "I love you!" she said.
Taken aback, I said, "That's a bit quick. I don't know you yet! Why do you love me?"
"Because I often see you smiling. I love that."
"I'm glad you love me for being naturally happy," I smiled. "So you didn't mean you actually love me, like a partner?"
It was her turn to feel taken aback. "No, not at all. I just love the way you always smile. Aren't you ever unhappy?"
"I'm human, so get unhappy too. But there's too many positives. I love everything and everyone, everywhere. Even though sometimes," I added, "people I love act unlovingly towards me."
"I agree," she said. "Love is a difficult word. I love your smiles, you love everyone, and so do I. But so many people I love are bad to me. They never tell me why. So I just love them anyway, from a distance."
"So some people don't understand your love either?" I asked.
"No. Maybe love is a negative word. If you tell an abused person you love them, they can't accept your love because they relate it to abuse."
"So true," I agreed. "Many of my patients were abused and can't understand love."
"Three of my family were abused," she said. "They can't understand my love either. They think my love is negative."
As if reading my mind, she smiled. "It's our angelic burden. "We can never adequately explain different types of love for different types of people. We just share love. And pray one day, people in our lives understand."
We walked off in different directions, not smiling as much. It was our serious thoughts for the day. How can we show people we love them, when they reject the type of love we offered? Why can't they see our beautiful motives of love?
Maybe as in Sanscrit, languages could use different words for the love of a parent, child, chocolate etc.
Then the word "love" could not be construed as negative. Love could mean one specific, positive thing.
Such as LOve is the highest, most perfect, ideal, unconditional LOve of God and the angels.
Michelle Roberts, Health Editor of BBC News Online
, published an article today showing exercising in your 70s 'may stop brain shrinkage'. In the Journal, Neurology,
Edinburgh University experts say exercise also stops signs of ageing connected to dementia.
People over 70 who were more physically active had more matter in parts of the brain where messages originate - and more matter in the brain's wiring that transmits messages round the brain,
Strenuous exercise is not needed - it's enough to walk several times a week. The FREE exercise program, Tri-Dynamics
can easily be used at home, and takes only minutes day to exercise most muscles in the body.
But doing mind workouts, tricky crosswords, socialising, or reading had little impact.
Head of research at Alzheimer's Research UK, Dr Simon Ridley, said: "This study links physical exercise to fewer signs of ageing in the brain. Exercise in middle age can lower the risk of dementia later in life." So Tri Dynamics could help middle-aged persons too.
Age UK provided funding for the research. Head of research, Prof James Goodwin, said, "It really is never too late to benefit from exercise. It is crucial that, those of us who can, get active as we grow older."
Get active, and get friends and relatives active where possible.
Findings are good news because Tri Dynamics exercise is something you can easily do to boost your health
in just a few minutes a day...
Today I was moved by a Mexican doctor friend, Dr Pepe Valencia. He's brilliant, published 8 books, been a celebrity TV doctor. He emailed his list to express his concern for the plight of the elderly.
It moved me so much, I translated it as an article, now on this site under "Articles".http://www.allansweeney.com/elderly-people---can-you-afford-not-to-help-them.html
To sit and do nothing, as, sadly, most people do, is to watch the world go backwards...
My churning feelings about horrid abusers, and horrors they weave in their wake, came out many years ago in a 6-page poem on child abuse.
Someone dear to me, I met in my 20s, was sexually abused as a child. It destroyed her life. 50 years later, she still attends mental health clinics. So I wrote about her life, to rid me of the empathy I shared with her suffering.
There's no sex, no violence in the poem - just allusion. But the allusions often affect people deeply. Here's one...
Your poem "The Dread Tread" (in your book "Life's a Load of Bananas") had such an effect on me that I haven't been able to sleep. And so I wrote this.
It's not nearly as good as yours but I wanted to get this off my chest.
Not sure about the last bit though but sending it to you anyway.
Lots of LOve
A Poem is written for purpose
to express both beauty and beast
to feel the soft snow in the winter
to express sad feelings so deep.
Some of these poems reach out
mostly with tidings of joy
but some that are written of sadness
bring grieving for that girl or that boy.
Grief for the death of a childhood
this feeling of terrible loss
when you read of things that are buried
long gone but are never forgot.
Of a child alone in her room at night
so frightened she don't want to breath
'cause she hears a footstep outside
and knows sadly just what it means.
Do they know what they've done to children
all the sadness and pain that they cause
that is carried alone for years after
'cause they can't ask for help any more.
Please all of us now must do something
stop this inhuman disgusting blight
that's eating away the souls of our kids -
please help us to switch on the light.
We must tell these terrible people
who cause such suffering and pain
not to hurt God's innocent children
they really should be so ashamed.
God watches souls of small children
he helps them react or feel safe.
But watch out you killers of childhood
for he's watching you too, are you safe?
"Life's a Load of Bananas" contains 10 sections, with 7 poems in each section.
(Mystical, Heavenly, Dying, Romantic, Philosophical, Cryptic, Abused, Humorous, Child's, Lover's.)
Created to make you laugh, cry, or think...
I hope the above reader's poem makes you cry or think...
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