Chocolate eggs and bunnies.
Hunting eggs unseen.
Jokes and laughs and funnies.
What does Easter mean?
Easter is promised Spring
God gave it to Man.
It's hope, love everything,
Part of redemption's plan.
Enjoy a Joyously Redeeming Day
Allan
The Meaning of Easter
Chocolate eggs and bunnies. Hunting eggs unseen. Jokes and laughs and funnies. What does Easter mean? Easter is promised Spring God gave it to Man. It's hope, love everything, Part of redemption's plan. Enjoy a Joyously Redeeming Day Allan "Plants chat to me," Dianna said. "One in my home said it will always be with me. Some plants say if they're happy, or want to be in a different position. Two plants wanted to be planted closer, to be happier and grow better. They let me know how they felt and how to help. If I go into someone's house I get the whole low down!"
Dianna lives in Los Angeles. I'd phoned her to discuss my lectures on Angels on Earth in LA next month. She's normal. So is UKs Prince Charles who said in the 1980s he talks to his plants. See for example, http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-478558/So-Charles-right--talk-plants-scientists-discover.html Prince Charles then started Duchy Originals, organic food produced sustainably to be kinder to humans, and plants. http://www.duchyoriginals.com/ Dianna continued. "My oak tree gives messages on what's happening, like universal stuff, how things are working and connected. It says not just its roots go down, us humans connect into the earth too. Our energy goes down into the ground and expands. Trees, people, everything is connected like this. And we can all communicate." "I understand," I said. In Japan in 1999, on Mount Kurama, Japanese Reiki senseis tested me. They asked me to communicate with giant cedar, maple, and wisteria trees, and tell them what the trees said. Feeling slightly nervous of getting the test right, I hugged the trees, communicated, and passed on the messages to the senseis. I had five other tests, and must have passed - after they asked me to be their first Honorary President of Japanese Reiki. "I'm very sensitive," Dianna said. "Plants tell me if it's a healthy day atmospherically, and how that relates to what's going on in the world. We shouldn't think we're one person by ourselves, but connected to everything. For some people, it's just about themselves; they make things happen by themselves, then die. The universal power understanding from the oak tree, how we're connected, reminds us everything matters, like we knew when we were younger, mystically." "Yes," I said. It seemed Dianna had more to say. "Screams came from one flower, as I got into my car. The flower screamed at me to send you its photo, Allan. It was such a beautiful morning, but the scream was overwhelming." Oh gosh! I thought. "Soon after you sent that photo, Dianna, we organised my Angels on Earth lectures in Los Angeles for next month." Maybe, just maybe, destiny can work through flowers too? “I need a consultation with you please, guru.” Like many in India, Sunil always calls me his Guru. He’s Indian, tall and thin, and highly spiritual, a guru himself for many devotees. I usually listen to a long story then give brief comments or techniques to help. Today was no exception.
“Black magic stories are often too long to explain succinctly. The key highlight, guru, is in one of their London homes last autumn an Indian family noticed an unpleasant atmosphere. My Higher Beings tuned in, and gave the steer it was coming from India, from family the UK husband had sent money to build a retirement home.” “OK,” I said, just to show I was listening. “The family in India took the money, and want nothing more to do with the family in England.” Sounds a familiar story throughout history, in all cultures. But what’s the punch line? “The result of the family bust up is the India end sent black magic to the UK people.” Ah, black magic. Common thoughts in India… “My tentative plan is to tune in to the black magic energy entering the London house, and track it back to source.” Easy enough. “Then try to track which of the UK family receive the black magic energy. Once that is done, I’ll de-structure the black energetic structure that’s being sent to each person so it cannot go anywhere else.” Should be easy for a man of his abilities. What’s the punch line? “Also, the relationship between the lady I’m helping and her husband is not so good and she’s depressed.” Hmm... This is why sometimes I just listen. Time for a question. "When did the wife get depressed?" "Last autumn." Thought so... In India, horrid people attempt black magic for revenge, or just to be nasty. Black magic is widely accepted as a Truth, so if a business or relationship falters, black magic is often unfairly blamed. I need to offer Sunil the usual brief advice and technique. “You do not say what the effects of black magic are?” I commented. “No, just unpleasant atmosphere in one family home from last autumn.” “Is there potential that the relatives stealing the money in India caused strain in the wife’s marriage? And consequent marital problems created unpleasant atmosphere?” “Yes guru. I hadn’t thought of that.” It's amazing that Indian people don't think of earthly causes first, and black magic last. “It’s normal to feel a bad atmosphere after a bad business deal," I explained. "If the wife is depressed, she needs therapy. Then the atmosphere will improve. Here’s what to do…” Thank God on this occasion, I couldn’t sense any real, horrid black magic. For some cancers, orthodox medical doctors offer little hope, and less help. Countless people suffer and die. Yet back in the 1960s, Carl Simonton, a cancer radiation doctor, wrote a globally best-selling book, "Getting Well Again."
Simonton's technique was ridiculed by doctors (as are most therapies they don't use). But it's now researched, effective, and prolongs/saves lives. It's now used in USA hospitals to fight cancer. Many of my patients benefit. The technique is sooooo simple. Patients first learn the look of a normal healthy cell, and a cancer cell. Next, they imagine normal cells battling cancer cells, and winning. Examples are: 1) Video game character Pacman eats all cancer cell images in its way until they're gone. Pacman never gets full. 2) Cancer cells are slow moving toothless grey fish, eaten up by large, toothy, hungry fierce, fast rainbow fish. 3) Cancer cells are dirt, and a huge normal cell is a vacuum cleaner swallowing the dirt until cleaned. Patients simply find what feels most powerful to them. After visualization three times a day for 15 minutes each, results to cure cancers doctors cannot help are nothing short of miraculous. Recently I helped a friend in Singapore, Davina, who has a condition that could lead to cancer. She eventually found a complicated visualisation that, as a Hindu, seemed perfect for her - the classic story of the God Krishna and Arjuna in a white chariot winning a battle, helped by Hanuman the Monkey God who recruits millions of white monkeys into the army. She wrote, "So I invoke the Gods and they enter with the army and are seeking out all the weak deteriorating shrivelled grey cells. They invade by the millions targeting with their arrows at these deteriorating cells which are easily brought down. Monkeys then clean off dead cells by spraying water over them. They are drained into the drainage system and flushed out of the body system. White monkeys then hose the whole area with pure holy water which contains millions of white blood cells which which are implanted and ingrained and root themselves deep resulting to new rejuvenated cells. I see them as new trees sprouting up all white with a white glow growing strong and majestically with the same life force as the Gods." Time will tell if this helps Davina. But it seems powerful for her... Doctors can't help many chronic and acute conditions. Ask friends to buy a second-hand copy of Carl Simonton's "Getting Well Again" cheaply on Amazon. The mind is a powerful healing tool... PLEASE Facebook or Twitter this to suffering friends, especially those doctors cannot help. Help relieve suffering and death. There's nothing to lose, and perhaps everything to gain! Mexico was a beautiful and peaceful country. Was…
Last night, with friends at the local film club in Broadstairs, I watched “Miss Bala”. There was almost no graphic violence, drug-taking or sexuality. But it was unrelenting in its terrible intensity of Mafia fighting police with an innocent girl. Background music was low, dreadful, and threatening. Throbbing heart-beat-like music raised our heartbeats, as a happy young girl applied to be a beauty queen. Horror was mainly achieved in subtle, but terrifying scenes, as she was kidnapped, raped, beaten, tortured, drugged and forced into drug running and prostitution with a fearsome cartel - and crooked police. She "won" the beauty queen contest when so damaged, she was almost unable to walk or speak. My two friends hated it. The film left viewers in despair and desolation, wondering if anyone in Mexico can ever be trusted. Both my friends were so adversely affected, they said they’d never visit Mexico. For me, that’s the reality of Mexico nowadays. Visiting there many times, I know of terrible crimes. Here’s one story. A friend, Gabriel, owned a small but successful shop with his wife. One morning, seven gunmen walked in. One held a gun towards Gabriel, the other six pointed guns at his wife. The leader said, “Give us all the money from your bank accounts, or your wife is dead.” My friend was frightened but said, “I don’t have any money.” The leader showed him a printout. “This is your bank statement at 9 o’clock this morning. We know exactly how much money you have.” The leader held out more printouts. “You have accounts in other banks too. This statement was printed at 9 o’clock this morning from this other bank. And this shows how much money you had in this other bank account at 9am.” They knew the 9am balance for every bank account my friend had. Mafia tentacles are long… My friend Gabriel withdrew every peso to save his wife’s life. He then closed his business and moved 8 hours away, to Mexico City. But no-one’s heard of him since. Maybe he just went into hiding. Or maybe… Since 2006 when the President declared a War on Drugs, there have been 50,000 drug-related murders. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-latin-america-16518267 Prayers are powerful forces for good. If any reader has any spare prayers, please pray for non-Mafia controlled peace in Mexico. Please connect this to friends on Facebook or Twitter to pray for Mexico too. Perhaps one day, Mexico can again be beautiful and peaceful. Thank you for your love and help. Please help. La Trappiste is a pub/restaurant/live show venue in Canterbury, owned by a friend Andy. To see him, you'd never imagine he was a successful businessman. He's skinny, with long straggly grey hair, and even longer strangled greying beard. But he's highly spiritual, and exudes such peace and beauty that everyone falls in love with him.
Quiz night at his venue was fun. Amanda and I came second, not bad considering the team that won were professionals, wanting the £250 top prize. After, I chatted to the team who came third, a family on holiday from Edinburgh, Scotland. "Do you remember the Dalai Lama's visit to Edinburgh about 10 years ago?" I asked. The lady nodded. "Do you remember after the Dalai Lama finished, a young girl, who didn't have long to live, unexpectedly came down steps behind him, singing, to surprise him?" "Yes," she said. "I remember." "Were you there?" "No, but I remember. Everyone in Edinburgh talked about it." "I was there," I said. "I helped write the song she sung." I didn't explain the rest, but after, related the story to Amanda. The previous November to the Dalai Lama's visit, I taught a Psychic Development Level 2 class in London. It came to the subject of how to make different uses of 5 categories of dreams - resolution, prophetic, healing, teaching, and get rich dreams. "Mozart," I'd explained, "dreamed his greatest music before writing a note, or sitting at the piano, and became famous. Isaac Singer was given the answer to an "insurmountable" design problem for sewing machines in a dream, and became rich." Janet, a student from Edinburgh, piped up. "I dream music," she said. "I'm a piano teacher, and dream whole songs, from start to finish. They're beautiful, innovative new songs. But there's too much to remember. It's impossible to write down all the notes, and words." I tried to explain. "There are countless examples of people becoming rich or famous because they followed their dreams." Janet wouldn't listen. We argued in front of the class. I explained the technique, how she could remember every note and word, and potentially get rich or famous to help our world. In the end she said, "Allan, I don't believe you, but I trust you. I'll try it." The following month, December, she had a music dream, and wrote down every note and word. In January, as she played it on her piano, a friend entered. "That's it," he cried. "That's the song we want for the Dalai Lama's visit in June." I was there in June, part of the sell-out crowd. After the Dalai Lama chuckled and bowed at the end of his lecture, he thought that was the end. Then, unexpectedly for him and the audience, the 12 year old girl who was disabled, with not long to live, came slowly down stairs behind him, singing Janet's psychically dreamed song with the voice of an absolute angel. Scotsmen are known for being tough. But it's generally accepted about one third of the audience cried, including huge, tough men. The tears flowed from the angelic music as it touched every heart. Janet sold CDs to get rich from the psychic dream. Not get rich for her. The last time I heard she'd raised £10,000 for an orphanage. A decade later, even people who weren't there remember. It's not part of Scottish folklore, but almost... It surprises me that more people don't know Canterbury Cathedral, the main cathedral of the Church of England, and a World Heritage Site. It's stunning outside, and magnificent inside. I love taking friends there, especially psychic ones, for Choral Evensong.
Choral Evensong is a church service professionally sung by a choir of men and boys. It's more a show, a concert, a musical masterpiece that's worth at least £20, but offered free. Sound carries and echoes through highest realms of lofty cathedral heights, heavenly tones that make the hair and spine tingle. Each note has a halo of resonance that psychics hear, feel, smell, taste and see! It's called synesthesia. Google it! As with my friend, Amanda, I ask psychic friends to close their eyes, and focus on sounds of adult male and young boy harmonies. Then to feel inside them, where their body is affected by each note. Healing can occur! Amanda felt energy in her stomach and throat, so let's wait and see what healing she received! Fun synesthesia occurs regularly at the cathedral. Many friends see the colours of each note bouncing on high, vibrating in joyful mysticism, especially boys' highest descant notes. And they sometimes smell and taste each note too. Canterbury Cathedral is a wonder of the world. Come and find out! I'd love to show you around. I know "secret areas" - I used to be one of the choirboys! http://www.school-for-champions.com/senses/synesthesia.htm The UK is in a drought. Rivers are being linked together, so water can be syphoned off and feed local communities.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/drought/9178003/Rivers-to-be-linked-to-ease-drought-under-water-company-plans.html In Margate we're surrounded on three sides by sea, with 22 beautiful sandy bays and coves. The go-ahead local council is encouraging everyone to help the water shortage by using the sea. 1. It's suggested that instead of having a hot bath by themselves, healthy people could have a community swim. The designated bays are Kingsgate Bay, romantically overlooked by a castle, and Pegwell Bay, near the nudist beaches. 2. Botany Bay, a semi-virgin beach, has been set aside for washing clothes, as almost no-one normally goes there. Also Joss Bay, usually used for surfing. 3. Free buckets with lids are being distributed to gardeners to water gardens after filling up from the sea at St Mildreds Bay or Walpole Bay. Luckily, our bays have won 10 awards for the cleanest sands and seas in Europe. You can see their beauty here... http://www.visitthanet.co.uk/beaches-bays/ It's worth coming for a holiday, if not to live! I remember our drought many years ago. So-called "experts" said the water table (the level of water underground) had almost disappeared, and would never recover. A few months later we had floods! So I'm sure we'll be fine. Human beings and nature have a wonderful habit of finding solutions to problems. But as responsible environmentally-concerned adults, we can't afford to take that chance. I'm off for a swim. |
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