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."

"And..."

"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 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. 

True life is stranger than fiction. My Spanish friend Borja discovered this when we visited a 1,200 year old church in the Basque country.

The previous day, Borja's friend had said he sees ghosts. Borja couldn't accept ghosts exist, not until he experiences one himself. 

That's the strange thing with humans - even if their best trusted friend says they've seen a ghost, most won't believe in ghosts unless they see one themselves. It was the same with me. I never believed until one appeared on the bonnet of my parked car, and my friend's wide opened eyes and mouth was evidence enough she saw the same ghost as me! 

Borja's first experience came today in the empty 10th century Estibaliz church, near Vitoria. A clear organ note played constantly. Expecting to find a music player, we searched for the source. But the organ wasn't plugged in - Borja tried playing it! There was no sign of another source. The music continued...

Suddenly,  Borja exclaimed, "Can you feel that?"

"No," I replied. 

"Wow, it's really strong. It's stroking me down my back..." He paused. "Oh, it's gone!"

The second he said it had gone, I felt my back stroked, a physical touch, as if someone ran their hand up and down my spine. "I've got it now," I said, and explained the sensations.

"That's exactly the sensations I had... Oh...! It's come back!"

"Yes," I said. "It's left me." And so it continued for a few minutes, stroking first one then the other, until it left. 

Borja was excited. He'd experienced something for the first time. "Who's there?" he called out. As his echo died, he called again, and again. There was no response. 

Borja changed his question. "If there's someone there, can you play different music on the organ?" 
Suddenly, the constant organ sounds stopped. An eerie silence reigned...

"I can see something over there," I said, pointing to a pillar on the right. 

"Me too," said Borja. "I can feel it there. And up there." He pointed to a window. 

"And by the door," I said. "There're two here..."

I took out the camera. You never know on these occasions if anything comes out, but it's always worth a shot!

Back home, we downloaded the photos to the laptop. After adjusting the sizes to inspect them easier, we discovered potential evidence!

By the pillar on the right was a misty shape. Another misty shape hung in the doorway. Above Borja as he pretended to play the organ, and by the window were unmistakable perfectly round orbs. Orbs are considered by many to be ghosts appearing through the ether in spherical form.
http://ghoststudy.com/a_what_are_orbs.html

Borja now believes in ghosts - we'd experienced this one with three of our senses - hearing, feeling and seeing. But I have little doubt that when he tells friends why he knows ghosts exist, they won't believe him. 

At least, not until they have their own experience...  

Easter may feel long ago already, but in the Basque country of Spain it's a truly religious event. Crowds gather to watch processions of 15 floats portraying Stations of the Cross - important stages in the last days of Jesus. 

In Vitoria, crowds gathered in the Cathedral, singing heartily from memory, Spanish Catholic songs relevant to each Station. After each song, silence reigned. 

Occasionally a bearded man sang solo in the passionate Basque language. Each time he sang, no-one moved, as if spellbound. After, came loud clapping.  

It all honours the reality of the 15 most important moments of Jesus's last days, and respects the symbolic significance for each Station in our lives.  

Consider how each of these 15 Stations may be relevant to a part of your life.
1. Jesus is condemned to death.
This is our failures - lost job, doomed marriage, lost football game. We die, symbolically. 
2. Jesus carries His Cross
As mature adults we are responsible for our own lives, for our own failure, and we carry our burdens.  
3. Jesus falls the first time 
Due to personal failure, we can collapse under the weight of our burdens.
4. Jesus meets His Mother
We do not blame parents or others, and accept full responsibility for our suffering, failure, and pain.
5. Simon carries the cross 
When we are at our lowest, God or someone will help us through our difficulties. 
6. Veronica wipes Jesus' face with her veil
Even in times of darkness, God wants us to be comforted.
7. Jesus falls the second time 
The path to Resurrection is never easy. 
8. Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem 
Our personal problems will affect other people.
9. Jesus falls the third time 
Everything goes in threes, and three is the spiritual number. 
10. Jesus is stripped of His garments 
In our losses, we are stripped of money, dreams, achievements, friends and family. 
11. Crucifixion: Jesus is nailed to the cross 
Nails signify being merged with your death, pain, failure, at one with terrible darkness. 
12. Jesus dies on the cross
Our marriage, job, hope, dies. 
13. Jesus' body is removed from the cross
We leave our job, marriage, etc, lifeless behind us. 
14. Jesus is laid in the tomb
Our past is buried. That chapter of life is closed.
15. Jesus lives again after resurrection
We resurrect and find new relationships, opportunities, jobs. New life never stops.

These 15 Stations of the Cross are symbolic of all aspects of our lives, that constantly twist and turn. 
Think of an aspect of your life. Which Station are you on now?

Whatever it is, be certain of one thing - the next Station may not be far away...  

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.  

Here in the Basque country of Spain, Easter has spiritual significance, even in foods. Traditionally, no meat is eaten, to respect the flesh of Christ dying on the Cross.

Local families meet and prepare to parade around the city centre with huge statues of Christ on the Cross. These families wear symbols of their Easter organisation - golden crosses that are handed from father to child throughout generations.