A three hour bus trip through Mexican deserts from Queretaro to Mexico City did not seem fun. I'd travelled the route before, and the luxury coach, with films, food, drinks, recliners etc were little compensation for a near-barren landscape, dotted with cactus plants and an occasional hill.

Before boarding, I couldn't help noticing a tall, stunningly beautiful lady. Some type of model, I thought. I was surprised that, on the crowded bus, my reserved seat was next to hers. 

Three hours soon passed! After some time of "normal" chat, she revealed her name was Carmen Hernandez, the reigning "Miss Princess of the World"! Click here to see her beauty...

Carmen truly deserved her Miss World title. She was so, so beautiful, not just in her looks, but in her lady-like manners, her gentle way of talking, her intelligent awareness - and her obviously gorgeous and deeply loving soul.

I had to ask...

"Do you believe in angels?" 

"Oh yes, they're all around me," she replied with such sweet, genuine laughter.

The rest of our conversation is private. But some readers with angelic souls may guess the drift...

If you'd like to buy her special shampoo that helps men's hair grow, let me know.  I'll email her. She's only 22, and currently looking for global outlets...    

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...

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 help. :-((

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.

PS
Coming soon - back pain, ulcerative colitis, rheumatoid arthritis, bloating etc 

Vitoria, the capital of the Basque Country in Spain, is beautiful. Encircled by snow-capped mountains, the centre was built over rivers, and the airport built over lakes! Surrounding the city are interlinked parks, waterways and gardens, to enhance quality of life. The massive medieval city center is pedestrianized, with cherry trees in blossom. Even the trams run on grass. No wonder Vitoria was voted the 2012 Green Capital of Europe.

Unusually, the city has two cathedrals - the old Gothic Cathedral of Santa Maria built in the 14th century and the new Gothic styled Cathedral of Mary Immaculate due to be finished in the 21st century! 

Prince Charles would argue the new cathedral should have modern designs, and the old cathedral replicate old designs. The intriguing and sad things is, the new cathedral is being built like an old one, and the old cathedral restored like a new one. :-(

Global experts study the old cathedral's "deformations suffered due to previous restorations". Gosh - you should see the deformations being suffered during current "restoration"! 

For example an old rotten staircase was recently replaced with modern open stairs of polished wood and steel. Already it's showing signs of age! Within 50 years, it will deteriorate and look ugly and outdated. 

After climbing this out-of-place wood and steel modern thing, you then climb a wonderful ancient staircase, proudly claimed by the guide as original. Horrid. Why not rebuild the other staircase like the original? 

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. 

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?

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. 

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.