Life-stories of passengers next to me on a plane always intrigue. From Los Angeles to Minneapolis, an American lady was flying to see Princess Diana’s wedding dress at a touring exhibition. Americans flock there. She agreed if she’d worn her seat belt like the bodyguard who survived, she’d have survived too. I showed a photo I took of the Queen, so she could tell her friends.

The American lady adopted two babies from Chinese orphanages in Shanghai, before the Chinese baby market collapsed. “There were hundreds of babies lined up in a room the size of a football pitch. Ours cried non-stop for attention. She’s now 11, with ADHD, and Oppositional Defiance Disorder. She argues about everything,” she said.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like saying how President Reagan was shoved to the ground instead of being smothered. My daughter wasn’t even born, but said she saw it happen.”

“Maybe she has ODD,” I replied. “Or maybe she did see things before she was born.” I explained how Teadora saw her mother before birth. “Maybe you could ask what else your daughter remembers, and look from her perspective?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t look at things from her perspective like that,” she replied. “I’d be frightened.” She turned away and switched on her tablet.

I turned to the young Chinese lady, Emily Xiao on my right, a sweetly smiling and giggling accountant. Emily said she felt God’s love inside her, and wanted to help others, and find God’s love in others. So she trained as a social worker. But other social workers weren’t as nice as she’d expected. So she re-trained as an accountant. No horrid people to cope with, huh? Typical angelic soul who feels God’s love within, and reacts against people when they’re not loving enough.
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A pretty young Moslem Somali lady sat next to me on the flight from Minneapolis to London. She wore a patterned headscarf and henna hands, a stunning smile, and a 5-months’ pregnancy. Her hands were henna designed specially for her accountant husband in London, who she hadn’t seen for 2 months while she visited Minneapolis relatives. Henna wears off after about two weeks - perhaps a better idea than tattoos? 

“My name’s Ifrah,” she smiled. “It means happiness.”

“Nice to see someone living their name,” I said.

We discussed Moslem faith and belief in angels. “Lots of verses in the Koran say what angels do," she said. "Angels communicate between God and Prophet Mohammed. Also, one angel writes our good deeds so we go to Paradise. Another angel writes our bad deeds, when we might get punished and have another life. Then after death, everything in this life is presented to us for a lesson.”

“Did you have a previous life?” I asked.

“No,” she smiled sweetly. “I came direct from God.” She rubbed her tummy. 

“Maybe your baby has happy memories of being with God,” I said. I explained about Teadora last night.

Ifrah was intrigued, and read this blog post in draft. “That’s amazing,” she said. “There’s so much we don’t know.”

“Yes, and perhaps your child will tell you more one day!”

Ifrah simply looked at her tummy, rubbed it, and smiled.

She'll not get frightened about mystical matters her child may know more about than her...  

Teadora’s Magic Story Book (that's what she wanted us to call it). 

This is a 5-year old girl’s story of how she came to Earth...

Last night, five-year old Teadora explained how she died in her previous life; what happened between that life and this; and how she entered her mother’s tummy. She’d come from her bath relaxed and happy, cuddled up to her mom, and talked.

I was really interested. Most parents drum past life memories out of the child. Parents tend not to believe, so children soon forget – or argue with parents who don’t understand them.

Teadora remembered everything, and her mom just accepted lovingly. I simply asked questions, and Teadora responded earnestly, seriously, seemingly honestly.

To summarize, in her previous life she’d been making pictures with her mom. There was a war, when her city was destroyed by men who didn’t care.

She then went to Sivera, a place just for single moms and children who die unexpectedly and need a place for comfort, healing, and learning.

Later she met God who said in a deep voice her new mom was calling her to enter her tummy. She knew her mom would have $10 million and would give her lots of toys. (Her current mom works for a millionaire toy company!) 

And, she remembered her grandfather who died, and was then in someone else’s tummy – re-incarnated?

Here’s 5 year old Teadora’s story, which I wrote down word for word as she spoke...

“I was in another country, with a different mom. I was making pictures with that mom when the city was knocked down. He didn’t stop and he didn’t even want to see the city again.

“Then there was like a shooting star, named like a fairy, a Fayrrrrrrr.” Teadora rolled the rrrrrrr at the end of the word. We tried to repeat it, and roll the rrrrrrr too. Teadora watched our tongues, before continuing. “A Fayrrrrrrr is a thing that shoots in the sky.”

We tried to say Fayrrrrrrr, but obviously didn’t get it right. “No,” she said, firmly and seriously. “Not Fayre, Fayrrrrrrr. Put your tongue right here.” She touched one finger high on the roof of her mouth, and watched as we tried to put our tongues there too, before she continued.  “A Fayrrrrrrr is a kind of thing I knew but don’t know anymore.” I looked at her. “You’re writing my story. Write that down.” I did.

“Then I was in Sivera. There was no-one there but single children and moms. No brothers, no sisters, no aunts, no uncles, no granddads, no grandmas, nobody except single children and moms. I was there with a different mom. There were lots of stores there, but not like our stores. They had rainbow ice-cream, and I tasted it. It tasted like chocolate.

“In Sivera it never became night-time, because God is night-time. It just looked like night-time with lots of stars.

“Then I was with God and waiting for mom to wish me in her tummy. I saw God and he was a rainbow colour, and he got to see me. I made a huge rainbow of all the pictures I’d made with the mom I had before. I saw you, a lot skinnier than you are now. You had $10 million in a big bag, so you could buy me lots of toys. I was happy.

"Then I was on a magic ice-cream rainbow hill. God told me (here, Teadora spoke in a strangely deep voice.) ‘Keep still. Stay here.’ Then God said, ’Your mom is calling you to come in her tummy.’ This is the sound mom made when she was calling me.” (Teadora made high-pitched, lilting sounds, in waves.)

“I did stuff when I was born... I don’t know... I ate (pretend) rainbow ice-cream and played with my friends.

“I talk to Grandpa now when he’s not very tired. Grandpa looks at me everywhere when he’s in God. He comes back in my dreams, not in my real dreams. 

"When I was with God, someone wished Grandpa, and he was then in someone’s tummy.”

Wow. If we all had such memories, and mothers encouraged their children to remember more, what a different world we would live in. Maybe a better world if we all remembered being with God...

Dianna, the beautiful angelic soul I stayed with, designs packaging for a doll company. So I mentioned an idea I had in my 20s for a family of dolls. There's still nothing like it. Dianna suggested criteria for a brief business proposal, and I wrote it up.

Later, guess what? Dianna's boss asked his staff for ideas for a new range of dolls, as a family! :-) 

As if that wasn't synchronicity enough, later still I met Anthony, a graphic artist, who sketched the first doll family ideas. 

Dianna, Anthony and I think we're onto something. Before we give the idea away for free to Dianna’s company, please email if you know someone who might want the idea. You can share any profits!

Synchronicity is a marvellous force. :-)

As soon as Jonas played his b flat clarinet, I knew he’d be a maestro. This was most exciting. I'm used to helping cancer patients become pain-free, or teaching Angels on Earth about their souls. But I've only had one previous chance to teach a musician to be totally clairaudient, and hear and play the music of all he sees.

Level 1
“Look at this crimson red cushion for a few minutes,” I said.

“Ok.”

 “Now as you look at the colour, feel the energy of the colour inside you for a few minutes.”

“Yes, I can feel it.”

“And now, if that feeling of that colour had a sound of music, what music would it sound like?”

“I think I can hear music.”

“So, play the music on your clarinet.”

Beautiful, slow, low tones, rising to quiet, lilting crescendos wafted around the room.

Jonas's mother came from another room and stared. “What was that?” she asked when he’d finished. “I’ve never heard anything so beautiful. I never come out while you’re playing. Where’s the music sheet you read from?”

“There’s no music sheet,” I said. “I’m teaching him to play the sound of crimson red.”

I was excited. I feel colours, and his “music” was perfect. He needs to realise he’s brilliant. “Give me a high ten,” I said, holding up both hands.

“Now let’s try this purple colour.” A different sound echoed around the room, mostly as haunting as the first. We agreed he didn’t get it right on two small sections so we gave a high eight.

“Focus harder on this bright yellow material,” I said. He produced fast, chirpy, upbeat sounds, worthy of a high ten again.      

Level 2
I explained to Jonas that Ancient Egyptian doctors were musicians. Then taught him to hear music from a localised illness, play the sound, and heal the condition. He projected music he heard of his mother’s painful hip into the pain, to cancel the frequency of the illness. Severity reduced by 60% in 15 minutes. This boy is amazing!! A total natural.

Level 3
This was how to hear music of shapes I drew. Shapes are Fourier mathematics, and Pythagoras said mathematics is harmonics. Jonas played the shape’s harmonics. It was perfect again. I took out a CD, 'Reiki Symbols in Sound'. “That shape was played on this CD I recorded with Paul Chenouer. You played identical sounds to Paul.”http://routenote.com/music/PaulCheneourandAllanJ.Sweeney/ReikiHealingSymbolsinSound/5051813181474 

Jonas played the sounds he heard from three more symbols I drew, then compared them to Paul’s three tracks. Each had identical rhythms and tones.      

Level 4
Later his sister, Bianca, drove us to Los Angeles famous Venice Beach. “Bring your clarinet, please,” I said. “I’ll teach you Level 4.” Jonas sat in the back as I explained how not to hear one frequency in a person, like a painful hip. Instead to hear the general combined frequency of an entire person. 

He tuned in to Bianca first. She felt her slight depression lift; then felt relaxed, then happy. 

When he played my energy, I felt the increasing speed of his notes start from my feet, and rise towards my head, taking sadness from my heart, and love out to the universe.

Jonas suddenly sounded down. “I’m not sure about all this. It’s probably just placebo. I doubt I can really play people’s energy.”

God works in mysterious ways. We parked the car, and had not even reached the beach before a lady asked, “What’s that you’re carrying, young man?”

“A clarinet,” Jonas replied.

“I know that,” the lady said.

“I’ve taught Jonas how to play the music of everyone he meets,” I said. “Would you like him to play yours?”

Within minutes, tears streamed down the strangers face. Slowly she smiled. Then laughed. The testimonial she wrote speaks for itself. “After a whole day of tears, questioning my life, Jonas brought tears to smiles, and smiles to hope. Thank you. Kathryn.” She gave her phone number and email for validation.

Jonas was all smiles, albeit incredulous ones.

Venice beach is a hippy paradise. People openly carry posters asking for drugs. Countless hippy traders line the promenade. One carved names into sandstone. As he carved a name for me, I explained Jonas’s gift. “Would you like him to play your energy as you work?”

Soon after he felt the 'music' heal his inner energy field, he stopped work, and stared straight head. Slowly, smiles spread across his face. After, Tony wrote a testimonial too. “Jonas gave me energy and confidence. I think you’re onto something! Here’s my phone number.”

The third person I asked wore white robes and turban, and sold Oms and spiritual gifts. Jonas played high, fast, rolling sounds, as the man sat, eyes closed, in trance. After he said, “This opened my third eye. The energy danced around me, like a vortex going up my upper body. White Light came in from above to relax and heal everything within me. Swami Gee is my name. I teach yoga and meditation. It was really surprising.” He gave his phone number 

Jonas had a strange stunned-pleased look.

“That was your synchronicity of three,” I said. “If three things happen in quick succession, it’s a possible Destiny to follow.” As if to prove the synchronicity of three, we tried one more lady as we bought pizza. She said, “No thanks.” 

“Three shows a possible Destiny,” I repeated. “I’ll help you record a CD called ‘Sounds of a Rainbow,’ and help design your website as a music therapist.”

Last night in Los Angeles my lecture, a story titled Angels on Earth, attracted people interested in angels. But not everyone is an angel, even if they're interested or seem to be...

For example, some people are just so genetically nice, with genes that produce such love, they seem like an angel.  But they're not angels, they're just genetically nice loving people. 

And some people do good works in the world due to upbringing or human nature, so seem like an angel. But they're not angels - they're just doing good works as a kind human being. 

Such people were present at the lecture last night. They heard the same story as others who are angels, but could not make sense of the story. The innate inner energy of their lives is different to that of angels. 

But for those who are Angels on Earth, the lecture was one of beauty and happiness, tears, anger and sadness, or uncontrollable laughter of bliss. Emotions rose with remembrance of the space of ideal love, beauty, perfection and oneness they came from, but can't find on Earth.   

Those people knew each other's energies. They've had similar life experiences, without understanding their lives, and the story I told of their lives made sense of their lives. 

Here's a few writings after the lecture...

Julie
"I feel at peace. Validated on my own soul's journey, and the work I will be doing here to help in the evolution of the human race. I never felt comfortable in my body... but I am learning to more and more. Spiritual growth / learning in this life has always had the sense of remembering what I already know... and have always known... intrinsic truths at the soul level of who I really am. Thank you for being a guide and teacher to me on this journey - I can't wait to see where it leads next! :-)" 

Anthony
"I felt understood. So many of the steps of life made sense and my journey was clarified. The story mapped out a life path that resonated deeply with me. From before birth to my current stage, it spoke to not just the similarities in my experiences, but to the 'whys' of everything I'd been through. I'm eager to read the book (Angels on Earth) and discover more about these truths."

Dianna
"The story was relevant to me for several reasons. I always felt 'different' from others around me and never really understood why. I knew things from an early age - about feeling. I would always ask people if they could feel 'the love' in everything that I felt. But most didn't or really just didn't understand what I was talking about. I always put all my love into everything, and it was just that way. The guided meditation helped me to understand why I felt this way - and where it came from. I understand more about my purpose for life on Earth. Although some aspects of understanding brought our feelings of anger, it all made sense and gave me a peaceful feeling that everything was OK. Now I can move forward at ease. This was a beautiful and very unexpected experience. I look forward to learning more, and helping others."

And so on. After, those who felt it right stayed behind and discussed starting the first group in Los Angeles only for real Angels on Earth.

The group will a) support members on the 'lower levels' of the angelic pathway, to relieve their suffering, and enhance their lives. And b) help angels on higher platforms achieve their soul job to help humanity quicker, easier, and above all, bigger than they might have done otherwise. 

If all goes well, Los Angeles will soon become an even more beautiful place.  

Solstice Canyon is surrounded by marvellous mountains with valuable views. But the stunning views of the Pacific Ocean beyond Malibu on the Californian Coast, is only seen if you hike to the mountain top. So I joined a hike, with Tara as our guide.  www.NatureGirlTara.com

Tara is gentle, sweet, and cares for hikers and trails. "You can do a 3 mile hike or an 8 mile hike. Rattle snakes love here," she said. "But they'll slither away rather than attack."

"Phew, that's good," I said,

A large man joined in. "You won't notice some plants stings until a few weeks later. Then you'll feel like scratching your leg to the bone."   

"Oh dear."

"It's OK, we'll warn you," he continued. "Then there's cougars and wild cats. But they rarely attack. Heart attacks from climbing up the mountain are more common."

It sounded fun. The first hike I'd ever been on. 

"Make sure you breath deeply," he ended. "You'll need lots of oxygen climbing up waterfalls, along streams, and over giant boulders."

He was right. From the start, most of our group panted, marching up a steep path towards the mountain top. Waterfalls, boulders, streams and narrow cliff-side paths provided wonderful nature and scenes on the way to the summit. If we weren't breathless enough, breath-taking views finished us off! Except me. Breathing exercises I've taught for 20 years helped! 

It was fabulous. At the end I wanted to do it again.
But I was the additional entertainment! 

We drove to a veggie restaurant, where hikers asked questions about my breathing technique! So I taught them in the restaurant. The owner and a diner joined in. 

Tara has a Masters degree in "exercise". The owner was a body builder. And the diner a gym instructor. Shocked expressions showed on their faces as they realised how stressed and bad their breathing was. 

It was my turn to explain dangers! How little they filled their lungs with oxygen... how little they expelled carbon dioxide.  

The problem is, even athletes and professional singers do not expand and contract their lungs enough. Diaphramatic breathing is not good enough for your health! 

Tara kindly emailed later with a testimonial.
"What I learned from Allan J Sweeney is invaluable information. I had no idea what I am able to do with my lungs!  Amazing stuff!  In all my years as a fitness professional, with a Masters Degree in Exercise Science, I have never even heard of these techniques. Allan is such a beautiful presence with so much to share.  Be open to his sharing and your life could change for the better!" 

There's a free CD about breathing on this site. Donations welcomed though...
:-) 
http://routenote.com/music/AllanJ.Sweeney/StressManagementforyourWholeBeing/5051813692383 

 

This is not a 'normal' post, it's an advert by the organisers of today's event at the Green Man in LA. 
And testimonials of two attendees.
Because...
If your group would enjoy a similar Q & A event, let me know! 
:-)

 

"RARE OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE YOUR MYSTICAL EXPERIENCES EXPLAINED, FROM DREAMS AND PROPHESY, TO YOUR SOUL AND SPIRIT

Allan J Sweeney is available in USA for this evening only, to answer all your mystical questions no one else could answer. 

Allan has taught 63 psychic subjects internationally since 1995, so can explain experiences on mystical subjects such as Past and Between Life Therapy, the Seven Planes of Spirit Rescue, Astral Travel, Bi-location, Clairvoyance, LOve versus love, Angelic Souls, Dream Manifestion, The Way of the Warrior Soul, Communications with 18 Inter-Dimensional Forces, Psychic Drawing, how to Cure any Sickness, the Six Levels of Protection, Good Arts of Esoteric Warfare, Psychic Surgery, and so on.

As a co-presenter on a Live Psychic SKY TV show, Allan's role was to explain listeners' metaphysical experiences no one else could. There hasn't been a mystical question he can't answer in-depth for over 10 years. Bring your most difficult or troublesome questions!"

Here are two testimonials from today...

Sara Leedom
"The class was very enlightening - I caught a glimpse into subjects leading me to want to know more. Allan J Sweeney brought his own experiences and knowledge and spoke in a way that resonated with the soul. I would definitely like to learn more from him, and encourage others to do the same."

Scott Tygett
"Allan J Sweeney's workshop was richly detailed , 'hands on', inspiring and an honour. His background and studies 'clicked' with personal experiences and questions I'd been wondering about. And what a spiritual being. What a privilege." 

As mentioned, if you'd like the same for your group, let me know. :-)

Sadly I can’t post photos of Bill and Dina's family dinner. Bill, is an Orthodox Jew; Dina his outspoken but totally sweet Jewish wife. After sunset, Friday Jewish Shabbat dinners don’t allow photographs, or anything electrical/mechanical. You’re can't open even a door. Even tins of food for dinner are opened before sunset. 

Regular readers know I only discovered I was Jewish when aged 47, two years after my mother died. I’d been raised a Christian, sang in Canterbury Cathedral’s choir, and was ordained a priest in a branch of the Liberal Catholic Church. So being invited to my first Friday Shabbat was special.

Religious symbolism ruled. I donned a skull cap, to show our limits, and G-d's higher power. As the sun's last rays died, special Shabbat candles were lit. G-d worked for 6 days, and rested on the seventh. So the flame symbolises the end of the dark working week, bringing Light to the weekend holiday, G-d’s rest day. Everyone made a wish.

Bill sang from the Torah, mystically, seriously, and the family sang too. Dina cracked jokes and laughed at his words. Not disrespectfully, but as a family debating the love of G-d.

Before dinner came a ‘washing of hands ceremony’. I held one handle of a two handled jug, and poured water ceremoniously on the other hand 3 times, to cleanse away the hard working week. It’s repeated with the other hand.

Everyone had to stay silent, except for Bill, who sang songs with religious fervour, while holding two woven brown-topped loaves, Challah, in the air. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Challah He broke off pieces of bread for all to eat with inner religious feeling. When last crumbs passed ones lips, speech was allowed again.

Processions of starters arrived, mainly salads and dips.

Eventually the main course arrived, the same dish Dina had cooked for every Friday evening Shabbot for the past 27 years – Yemanite Soup. It’s a chunky chicken vegetable soup, as made by her mother when she lived in Yemen.

More Torah readings brought arguments from a young Jew, a guest, to read it differently. Apparently he’s not an Orthodox Jew, so didn’t understand. But arguments simply debate Jewish tradition.

If we were orthodox Jews, we’d have had to stay the night - and only open the door at sunset the next day! But we aren’t orthodox Jews so we opened the door and left, refreshed by a fabulous family’s food for our bodies - and by their songs for our spirits. 

In religions the world over, traditional meals bring fun and family as one.

Angels on Earth come from two main sources, either ascending from humans, or descending from God. One of the latter emailed me today.

Dear Allan 

I have a very clear memory of my life as an angelic being prior to being born.  I remember going through various places on earth, moved by LOve, helping and embarrassing people.  I remember people sort of felt my presence, but sometimes were not sure.  I remember wanting people to hear my voice and feel my arms around them.  

Then, I remember being in a baby's body, being held by 2 angels.  One of them whispered something in my ear (I think it was the gift of remembering who I am in essence).  Next thing I knew, I was in this baby body, with memories of old.  

These memories have never left me, even though I grew up in very conservative Christian groups, where it is not the norm to believe in such things.  

During meditation, and through dreams, my angelic name was revealed.  I was told that I am Uriel (the Archangel).  I have met a couple of other Archangels during this lifetime.  We instantly recognized each other when we first met.  It was interesting how a portal into eternity opened up at those times and we were able to recognize and remember past moments shared with each other.  

I was not sure on what to do with all of this, as my background has been mainly with established religions.  However, the memories and experiences are too real to ignore, so I decided to become more open minded and have been recently reading on reincarnation, life between lives and similar topics.  

I've been glad to read in 'Destiny of Souls' by Dr. Newton, regarding the duality of the spirit: where we can be up there in spirit, but also over here in a human body.  He says, that sometimes when we incarnate, we bring only so much of our energy, or our essence.  I found that interesting, as that is how I understand I am here, but I am also up there in an angelic form, doing the work of an archangel.

My understanding is that, just as God remained in heaven, while also being on earth, at the same time, in the form of Jesus, so do we, his angelic beings.  We are there, but as we are made in His image, we also come here, from time to time.  I believe that it is a great priviligue to experience humanity, just as God also wanted to experience humanity.  We are more able to empathise with people, if we are placed 'in their shoes'.

My life has been one of helping others, from the time I was a child.  It is not surprising that I work as a Social Worker in a Helping Families Program.  I have always worked in roles with those who are suffering in the community. 

There is so much I could say, but it is sufficient for now. I don't often share these information, but I thought I will share it with you.  Maybe, you have some words of advice. 

Many blessings and kindest regards,
Lily

Dear Liliana

Thank you for this email. I was most pleased and interested to receive it, and to hear of all your memories and experiences. 

Maybe you know unconsciously, I was lecturing on those exact types of memories and experiences in San Diego on May 22, the date of your email! 

Many of those present are angels, and we've started the first Angels on Earth soul work group in USA. 

So when you ask for advice, and I look at the synchronicity of your email with starting the first USA angel group, well...

I wonder if you might like to help start the first angel group in Australia? How does that sound?

If interested, I'll be pleased to elaborate... 

Blessings and LOve

Allan J Sweeney 

The 2 hour drive from San Diego to Los Angeles on the Pacific Coast Highway took 5 hours. Packed traffic jams, bumper-to-bumper cars, on seven lanes, in each direction. So I was late to teach 20 cancer patients, the Jewish cancer self-help group that initiated me into Tefillin, how to heal themselves and each other.

The cancer group felt sad. Two members had died that week. Some members seemed in painful agony. If only I can help their lives a tiny, weeny bit... Alleviate some suffering... 

Soon they played with healing energy, electric and magnetic sensations. They created balls of energy in their hands then felt electric and magnetic energies in each other. Sadly, a few could not move their arms, they were in such severe pain.

After teaching how to self-heal they healed each other. Some had such terrible pain they could hardly move or speak. Persons scored their pain out of 10, where 10 is worst possible, and 1 is no pain at all.

Results were astonishing. In minutes, one person shouted in glee that their pain was at zero for the first time for months. Everyone clapped. Over the next few minutes, others shouted happily their pain had gone too. Everyone clapped. Again and again...

Two patients’ pains remained terrible.

One had been operated on, could not talk, with severe pains in neck and shoulders. I guided his ‘healer’ to heal differently, until the pain disappeared. He couldn’t believe he was pain free. Everyone was soooo pleased for him...

The worst pain was in a lady with stage 4 cancer, expected by doctors to be terminal, to die. Her face contorted in agony when she tried to move her arms. Such a tough case... so I healed her myself. Within minutes, her pain reduced to zero. She couldn’t believe it, and waved her arms in the air with a huge grin.

Everyone left pain free and smiling! Yippeee.

Perhaps this success teaching healing to the Jewish cancer group could be repeated in other groups around the world? If you’re a healer, it might be worth trying...?