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...

This is a PS. 
Masses of magical marvels have manifested this month. But instead of writing them up in this blog, I've pondered...

Should I blog about a really strange happening? 

I've decided yes. What the heck. This blog is supposed to expose weird and wonderful daily delights...

My previous blog described ghostly sounds, sights and feelings in a 1,200 year old Spanish church. The sights seemed validated by photographs. 

The really strange happening though was, I didn't take some of the photos! Something else did!

During the West v Russia Cold War, I was a photographer, working in West Germany on USA army and air-force bases. So I know how to handle a camera - not near the lens or the shutter release button.

But...

As I carried the camera in one hand, by my side, suddenly the flash went. By itself. I looked at my hand. It was nowhere near the shutter release button!  

"Borja," I said, "I didn't take that!"

"I know," he replied. "I saw where your hand was." As we inspected the camera, without warning it took another photo, and another. 

"Is it a cheap camera from China?" Borja joked.

"It's new this year," I replied. "It's never taken photos by itself before. Anyway, as a photographer, I'd never take strangely angled photos like this." All at once, in an instant, my arm felt moved, and the flash went off again. 

"I saw that," Borja said. "Your hand was nowhere near the button. The ghost must want us to take photos!" We checked the digital photo. This time it was a perfectly angled  photo of the ancient church alter.

"I just said I'd never take strangely angled photos," I said to Borja.

"So the spirit took a perfect shot!" he replied. "I didn't believe in ghosts before, but I do now. It's an honour to experience the meeting of two worlds."   

Some blogs will be too weird for mystical beginners to believe. All I can say is, there are more things in Heaven and on Earth than we can ever know. 

Except perhaps this. If you get the chance after death to ask whether this blog was true, you might be surprised at the answer.

It is. 

Millions of people, the day after Easter Monday, continue their lives exactly as before Easter. They've had their chocolate eggs and family gathering, and perhaps personal penitence and public festivity. Hierarchy of churches might even have sent a message to beckon their flock to help our world. Then that's it, until next Easter. 

Perhaps thoughts could arise, in a similar way to how Jesus rose from the dead. Think about this - resurrection can be literal, or symbolic.   

1. Jesus rising from the dead literally shows human existence does not end with physical death. Even 2,000 years later, countless people have visions of Jesus. On my courses, during lectures, and in life, Jesus has literally appeared to show the reality of life after death, and the beauty of His healing and LOve. That shocks some people who did not believe before. Sometimes, literal truth is only understood when experienced...  

2. Stories of Jesus appearing after his death to disciples and others to help them, shows humanity can literally appear after death too. If you don't believe your friend who said, for example, they saw their dead grandmother's soul or spirit appear, perhaps you should think of Christ's resurrection and think again!

3. Resurrection is also symbolic. Be inspired that like rising from the dead, you can resurrect your life. Resurrect your happiness, health, finances, relationships and dreams in different more useful ways. Fulfil unconscious desires to do good before you die. Leave behind satisfying outcomes of a time on Earth that was well-spent.

Perhaps it's time to switch off the TV, or stop whatever you do too much of, simply to pass time. Maybe it's time to resurrect your life, to be more angelic, more useful to our world before you resurrect after death.  

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.

Synchronicity is a number of uncommon things that happen unexpectedly in fast succession. Uncommonly this week, four people with books inside them unexpectedly popped from their covers to portray to me their plots.  

It's said everyone has a book inside them. The problem is, most cannot plan a book, let alone write or publish. They stumble in their darkness of lack of writing knowledge, perhaps starting to write, then stopping when they realize they have no writing training. They fumble with lack of ability to plan or self-critique. I used to. It's normal.

It's not normal though for four people to open their hearts and trust someone with their book ideas. It's an honor. It's always an honor to be trusted, but to be trusted with seedling works of art is more so, because of natural fear of theft of copyright.

So due to copyright, I can't explain the books' detailed contents. Interestingly though, all four books are on healing cures, from different angles. As my passion is to cure problems doctors can't, I was excited to help. 

My previous blog mentioned two prospective authors - a healer and a born-again Christian. I met both this week. 

The healer's natural gifts are powerful. He told stories of instant cures, of a long-term sick girl in a bar cured in seconds. Her entire face looked different after, like a different child. Her parents thanked him profusely, as he dealt with the queue of interest in the bar. That's how it is with instant cures of tough conditions. Troubled, pained expressions are smoothed and calmed in moments. He told wonderful stories, excellent material for a book. Doctors don't have answers to everything. The world needs to know such cures are possible.    

I met the born-again Christian again on Sunday. He also told marvelous stories of how Jesus helps his healing gifts. One of his gifts are to see. For example, seeing black spots on arthritic knuckles, praying for the blackness to go, seeing it leave, and leaving the woman cured. He wants to write how Jesus heals through him. Doctors can't help everything. The world needs to know such cures are possible.      

On Saturday, Janice said now is her time. Her healing and therapy centre in Barbados has recently taken off. She used Reiki to cure a local doctor of a long-term condition. The doctor was so shocked she didn't have to suffer any more, the doctor asked Janice to teach her Reiki. Janice mentioned other cures she's achieved. "Has any healer in Barbados," I asked, "written a book on their healing cures?" They hadn't, so I suggested Janice be the first. "If now is your time," I suggested, "it's time to write a book of your physical, emotional, mental and spiritual cures. The book will give you credibility with other doctors." Doctors can't help everything. The world needs to know such cures are possible.

The fourth book was from Mark in Mexico. "It's amazing the cures we get for ADHD children," I said. "Your PhD research with my therapies showed 90.9% success within three weeks. Surely there's no better therapy for ADHD in the world." Mark agreed, and will write a book with me, showing parents how to help their children. Doctors can't help everything. The world needs to know such cures are possible. 

So I'll support four authors with books on their version of healing cures. The point it, they do work. There are countless research studies showing how effective healing is. In doctors' surgeries, healers help 72% of patients doctors can't help. 

Doctors can't help everything. The world needs to know such cures are possible.

Warning: this blog is not for vegetarians...

Kentucky Fried Chicken's secret ingredient has long been wondered at. Maybe it was a special combination of spices. Perhaps it was the new device Colonel Sanders pioneered for his recipe, the pressure cooker, which kept the flavour and juices in. Or it could have been the LOve Colonel Sanders put into each portion?

Years before, Colonel Sanders was baptised by his pastor Waymon Rodgers, as a Christian in the river Jordan. Before that, he swore a lot. After, he never swore again, and consequently became more LOving. 

Colonel Sanders also had a mystical healing. He was due to have an operation to remove a growth on his colon. But after his pastor prayed for him, his growth disappeared. LOve for God, and love of healing became part of his life.

He gained in Christian LOve and faith, which gave him faith to travel around the USA, sleeping in his car, trying to sell his pressure-cooked chicken to restaurants. He had many rejections, ate his own chicken on the road, and loved it. 

It's a great blessing that LOve can emit from someone dedicated to their version God. LOve pervades everything around them so much, it becomes tangible. LOve can be felt in their aura, in their home, in their belongings. 

I teach this in psychometry, where a gifted psychic feels a stranger's energies in one of their belongings. The person's energy has pervaded their goods.

I also teach this for house clearance, when a house or room has a horrid energy. The person living there might seem nice, but they do not pervade everything around them with LOve, so negative energies become dominant. 

If you visit my therapy centre one day, you'll find only love and peace. It's the secret ingredient why people feel at home there, because LOve is the energy pervaded to patients and students and guests. 

Colonel Sanders LOve of God probably pervaded everything around him, even his chicken! Apart from a vegetarian, who wouldn't want to eat a piece of his LOve?  

It's difficult to envisage how helping others in a small way could help millions in years to come. 

The 11th century monk who started a small Jerusalem clinic for sick pilgrims couldn't have envisaged the support it gave to armour-clad knights as they battled to protect Catholic hospitals in wars against against the Turks. 

Nor could the monk know it would lead to a unique 21st century global organisation. Members have their own coins,stamps, and passports. They enjoy diplomatic rights with 104 countries, and other rights of a country, without having their own country. (Napoleon expelled them from Malta, the last country they lived in as a group.) 

And that monk would not have thought that 900 years later, the Knights of Malta would consist mainly of rich Catholics who dedicate part of their lives to service. Their annual budget is about $300 million. They are currently opening soup kitchens around destitute Europe, and are responsible for hospitals, leprosariums, laboratories, ambulances services and other projects to help poor, sick, and dying people around the globe.  

I met the Knights of Malta when invited by a Harley Street doctor to become one of their Broncardiers. Wearing black battle-dress, black beret, and 'Great Britain' and 'Maltese Cross' badges, my role was to help about 40 sick and dying persons from England travel to Lourdes, then push their wheelchairs, and help with "porter" type duties.. 

At first sight, Lourdes is not the spiritually happy place one might expect. Spiritual, yes. Happy, certainly not. There are too many sick and dying. No matter how much we may be used to helping sick and dying people, we cannot be prepared for the shock. I met doctors and nurses who travel to help at Lourdes every year - and cry every year.

I met experienced healers there. They said, 'We are not allowed to practise healing in Lourdes. Any miracles must come from Lourdes. Just give out healing thoughts.' I did to the first group of about ten. And the second group of about two hundred. And the third group of about thirty. 

By the evening, it felt like shell-shock. I remember standing on a bridge overlooking the bubbling river that runs through Lourdes town centre. Snow-capped Pyrenean mountains glistened in the distance. Another group of about twenty wheelchair-bound invalids passed by, singing hymns. It felt an impossible task to help so many sick and dying. I remember thinking, 'Jesus was one of the best healers who ever lived. What would he have done?'

And I wept... 

My tears flowed down the river, helplessly. During the first few days, despite helpers having high levels of Love and Acceptance, many helpers cried.

Few places on Earth could be more emotionally negative. Yet, at the same time, Lourdes was inspirationally positive.

Inspiration came from Les Malades themselves. They were so incredibly cheerful, brave, and kind! Their characters and personalities were treasures to find! Despite pains and ills, they never complained!

Within days, helpers' tear-filled eyes changed to looks of admiration. It was a humbling, learning experience. We were there to help them; they ended up helping us!

Within all this is the holy nature of Lourdes. Especially the Grotto where, in 1858, St Bernadette saw the Virgin Mary on eighteen detailed occasions. Place a petition for help here when you visit. Who knows, the next miracle at Lourdes could be you!

And if you start a small project to help others like that monk did 900 years ago, God knows how many people could therefore be helped 900 years later. 

Perhaps it's time to start a small project?

"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. 

Searching for a quiet coffee bar to sit and type, I met the less than quiet John Lawson. Looking up his name on the Internet after, I found he was a kidnapper, torturer and extortionist! One of those cases of, "If only I knew then, what I know now!"   

John didn't seem that bad, apart from the size of his muscles and scars. 

"I was in prison." he said matter-of-factly, "A Christian came in and prayed for us. It changed my life. I now travel the world helping prisoners."

Respect. 

Here's his page on a Chriistian website. 
http://www.avantiministries.com/about/team/john-lawson/
A tougher story is tough to find - especially with such a beautiful ending. 

More respect.

Back in the 90s I worked in UK prisons as a trainer for complementary and alternative therapists. We helped prisoners and staff release negative emotions, attitudes, and states of mind. Immensely successful outcomes were achieved - every negative we measured, reduced significantly. But that's another story...

In the outside world it's tough for prisoners to be helped. If they go to a therapy, yoga, or meditation class, drugged-up buddies scoff - or worse.

It's easier to help while they're inside prison. 

John emailed me this striking photo - he took it himself, with permission, of prisoners asleep in Gambia, just before he spoke about Jesus and love. 

Hopefully he changed at least one of the prisoners lives in this photo?

The sleepy English coastal town of Eastbourne, doesn't normally celebrate murder. (See photos.) But for hundreds of years, the Cult of the Sussex Martyrs annually celebrate the horrific burning to death of 17 people on a bonfire. 

From September to November each year, "Bonfire Societies" parade through Sussex and Kent towns. Lewes alone has seven Bonfire Societies, each with dozens of members and its own ancient outfit, such as pirates, peasants, smugglers, or spooks. They take it in turns to parade through each others' streets, to celebrate religious murder. 

History lesson... :-(

In 1553, after Mary Tudor, the Catholic daughter of King Henry VIII became Queen of England, she burned 288 Protestants for having different religious views. It earned her the name “Bloody Mary” - a famous drink nowadays! 

The first person burnt in Lewes, was outside the Old Star Inn. As he was forced into a barrel on the pyre, he threw his bible into the crowd. His final words were: “Lord have mercy upon me, for unto thee I commend my spirit and my soul doth rejoice in thee!” His Bible is on display in Lewes Museum. His blood splatters the pages. 

Four more Protestants died flaming deaths in Lewes, for rejecting Mass, and refusing to pray in a different language. 

Despite these deaths, local 'heretics' still refused Catholicism. So came the largest human bonfire England has ever seen. Ten Protestants died in agony together, in the same flames. More were thrown to the flames later. 

A few years later, Bloody Mary died, and the new queen, Queen Elizabeth 1, ordered Catholics out of England. So Bloody Mary's murders were useless.     

The memory of the Lewes 17 is still celebrated with annual torchlight processions through Lewes which attract up to 80,000 people. Many other bonfire societies carry 17 flaming crosses. 

Personally, I'd rather pray three times. 
First that the souls of burned martyrs achieve happier destiny in the next life...
Second that Bloody Mary's soul learned lessons that murder cannot control a nation... and
Third, that anyone currently considering murder in the name of their religion, views history such as this, and sees murder never wins in the end.