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...
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.
Strolling along the beach, one often sees incredible sights. The most incredible today was a giant of a man running towards me in swimming shorts, with muscles bulging everywhere, and tattoos bulging on the muscles.
The incredible bits were his gigantic size, and his tattoos which all signified something dark or dangerous. Evil-grinning skulls shone from each shoulder. Knives and swords were needled down each arm and leg. Each hip had realistic tattoos of gun-handles, as if the barrels were poked inside his shorts, ready to draw for a shoot-out.
The man stopped running near me, where his clothes lay on the beach. He picked up a towel to mop sweat from his face. He was an intriguing specimen of humanity.
I walked towards him. "Hello," I said. He didn't look at me, and just grunted a response. "Hello," I repeated, looking at the gun tattoos. "Do those guns mean you're a tough guy?" If you'd seen the size of the man, it was a fair question. I didn't expect his response though. He laughed.
"Maybe," he replied. "Maybe not."
"I'd rather see you with an angel tattoo," I smiled. Sometimes it's possible to confront in a way that's disarming. Not on this occasion.
"No way," he said emphatically. "An angel on my skin? I'd rather be dead."
I changed the subject. "So what's your job?" I asked, expecting him to work for something dark and dangerous. I didn't expect this response either.
"I'm an anaesthetist at the local hospital." A smile broke through his craggy features.
It didn't seem possible. So I told him my true story of being wheeled into an operating theatre, the anaesthetist swearing in a stressed-out way, and me offering him stress-reduction therapy before I was put under and unconscious.
"That's terrible," the giant replied. And he proceeded to reel off a long list of things my anaesthetist should have done for me, including which drugs should have been used. He ended by encouraging me to make a formal complaint, and explaining hospital complaint procedures.
"Thank you," I said. "If you're an anaesthetist, and doing such good work, why are all your tattoos about death and destruction? An angel tattoo would represent your good work."
He grinned, then explained softly. "I had a tough upbringing, in a tough neighbourhood. You wouldn't want to know what I've seen. These tattoos remind me there's a choice in life. You can choose darkness and evil, or you can choose the path of the angels. I made a choice."
"I hope if we meet again, I'll see at least one small angel tattoo on you?"
"Never! I'll never have an angel tattoo! Why would I want an angel outside my skin, when I'm an angel inside?"
It was my turn to grin. Angels on Earth come in all sorts of sizes and guises. It was simply the first size and guise I've met of that sort.
You may never know if you've talked to an angel already this week...
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?
Have you prayed to see miracle cures at Lourdes? I have.
Would you know what to expect from the Knights of Malta? I didn't
Would you cry at the thousands of sick and dying people? I did
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?
As I turned on the car radio yesterday, a scientist introduced herself. "... and my current job is to count all the bubbles in the oceans of the world."
Wow. I love creative jobs. Even though many seem frivolous or wasteful, chosen just for fun.
The best job I ever heard of was the sister of a friend in Norway, Frank. We co-authored a book, Usui's teacher. (If you like Reiki, it's a powerful 1904 book, written by the tutor of Dr Usui. It teaches how to use different energies for specific illnesses, how to develop psychic ability, and how to reach enlightenment. Click here for new website.)
Anyway, when I met Frank's sister, she was just catching a plane to Australia to start her PhD.
"What's your PhD on," I asked.
She grinned. "How people greet each other when they meet. I'll visit lots of bars, shops and clubs, and see how people say "Hello." I'll start saying hello to people in Australia, and slowly travel around the world, saying hello in as many countries as possible!"
"That's not a PhD," I said. "That's a fun holiday."
"Ah yes," she laughed. " But it's a branch of science - human sociology. I'm just extending the boundaries of sociology."
It was the same with the scientist on the radio. Others on the panel laughed incredulously that she spent her time travelling the world's oceans to count bubbles.
"I'm just extending the boundaries of my science," she laughed. "There are two types of job. One is where you're stuck in a rut, with no progression. It's a dead end. It leads nowhere except, as there's little else to explore, it'll lead to you having a closed mind.
"The other type of job is where you explore, be creative, try to understand more about the world, push boundaries. I prefer to explore, to understand more than is already known."
Her comments set me thinking about this blog, and understand a little more why I often call it a "weird" blog..
Healing, psychic intuition, and angelic or spiritual enlightenment overlap. Learning one subject often automatically leads to exploring one or both of the others.
For healers, psychic, and spiritual seekers, it's simply either
1. exploring one of those three fields in deeper and deeper ways or
2. exploring all three of the fields in wider and wider ways.
Eventually, we're no different to the extremes of creative, boundary breaking science. Like shaking hands and counting bubbles, we push boundaries to understand more about helping ourselves or others on Earth.
The only difference between boundary pushing scientists, and healers, psychics and angelic or spiritual beings is - the latter three push boundaries in the University of Life.
"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.
Writing about angels for a new book, is always a happy time. I was sitting, pondering on the first chapter, a follow-up of my first book "Angels on Earth"
."Angelic energy provides electric warmth,"
I thought. "There's no need for autumnal heating bills, when angels are around."
Ponderings on angels' souls, love, and spirituality made me stare at the ceiling, to unfocus from human life, and tune in to angelic wavebands. The energy increased. Channelling to help the angel book's writing felt closer. And closer.
Suddenly my stare felt broken, as if I had to look out of the window. There in the blue, near-cloudless sky, were these angel's wings!
I dashed for the camera. By the time this photo was taken, a few minutes had passed, and wisps of angelic cloud had started to float away.
Of course, this might have been coincidence. But coming at the time it did, just as I focussed on the first chapter of a new angel book?
Sometimes, miracles occur when we least expect it. Signs from 'above' should be gratefully acknowledged that maybe, perhaps, we are on the right path?
Fred is too disconcerting for many to meet. He’s 21, and too young and handsome to be so all-knowing. If all men were like him, this world would be a more beautiful place. Providing women were also disconcertingly too young and gorgeous and all-knowing.
We met in a pub, watching football. Fred is not a blagger. Blaggers swagger. Blaggers talk lots and know little. Fred talks lots and knows lots because he’s good at lots. He tries anything to see if he's good at it. And he usually is.
Violin playing was one of his dreams. So as a young teenager he saved to buy a second hand violin, and taught himself. Theatres now book him for solo performances.
Mastering psychic and spiritual subjects were other dreams. Guess what? Psychics and spiritual seekers now seek his advice.
"Gifts" like young Fred’s is not that unusual. Because, like others I've met with numerous gifts, he knows he’s an angel and consciously remembers his agreement before birth to work to help humanity progress...
Angelic souls accept myriads of jobs, projects and hobbies. Deep inner knowledge helps them Master all trades and be a jack of none - easily. So they push boundaries, seeking top levels of ability possible for their human body, until they're an expert, a Master.
When a person Masters a subject, such as violin, their brain’s neural pathways connect. Brains remember what was needed to achieve Mastership. When they study another subject such as psychic or spiritual teaching, neural pathways of “how to achieve” are pre-connected. Pathways to Mastership become easier, and easier again after that.
But angelic souls also remember being with perfect love before birth. That memory provides an automatic love for perfection that permeates their being, bringing ease of effort.
Comparing groups of ‘normal’ humans to an angel like Fred is like comparing a packet of seeds to a stunning flower.
Fred is so young, all-knowing and angelic, many find him disconcerting. They can't understand how he can be so good at so much, so young. So conflict arises, even though his beauty of perfection arises from his beautiful soul.
At 21, the world’s his oyster. Making many oyster beds to lie on, cultivating numerous inner pearls of wisdom to improve the world’s appearance is simply his soul’s task.