My film script about mafia bullies beaten by unconditional love, was typed faster than expected in the carvery restaurant, between mouthfuls of healthy, yummy roast. Until a woman approached. “May I sit at your table,” she asked. “It’s full here today.”

I beckoned her to sit, and refocussed on the plot. But... have you felt someone's energies in need? Eventually I had to ask. “So what brings you here?”

“My son’s a clown.”

Huh...?

“A clown," she continued. "A real one. He was injured and just returned to the circus.”

“So you’re a circus mum?”

“I’m the queen of the circus. My husband owns it. He’s the king. My son is the crown prince.”

I must have looked surprised.

“A circus is a royal court,” she added. “The king is respected, and treated like royalty. We are the royal family.”

It was interesting conversation, but I preferred to write my "bad mafia-nice love" script. Until she said, "Mafia groups try to make power grabs."

"Mafia groups?" 

"They're in the circus, and try to take over with threats. My son was clowning in the ring, pretending to hobble for laughs. As left the ring, behind the curtain a troupe of acrobats from Ukraine waited, and beat him. When he returned to the ring, he really hobbled. He was in agony. The crowd laughed, thinking he was clowning."

The queen told insightful circus tales, intriguingly relevant to my "bad mafia-nice love" script! 
Is this why we met? I thought. I'll check it out...

"So," I smiled. "I usually meet people in need of help. How can I help you?" 

It's amazing the variety of answers to the question, How can I help you. She hesitated. Then, blurted, "I'm suicidal."

I used to be a Samaritan, on the end of a phone for suicidal people, using a method to release suicidal thoughts. You confront potential suicide with a chronological process and structured questions, in a certain voice. When secret thoughts are not secret any more, there's a release of burden. (Important - do not try this unless trained - there's a process - refer suicidal people to the Samaritans or similar.) 

"How often have you thought of committing suicide?" I asked gently, to start assessing risk.

"Every week for about 17 years."

Hmm... After weekly thoughts of suicide for 17 years, she's probably a low risk... But best to check...

I spoke in a soft voice. "If you did do something, what would you do?" 

"Tablets. Every time I've felt suicidal I've bought more tablets. There's enough at home to kill an army!"

Oh dear, that's a higher risk. Her method is at hand. It only takes one change of thought not to buy, but to take...

"What happened 17 years ago?" I asked.

"Since I was two, I knew I was destined to paint portraits, with a painting hung in the National Gallery. That was my soul purpose. Then came the car crash. My soul fragmented. I saw the art part of my soul leave. Ever since, my soul purpose has had impossible obstacles. There's no reason to live if you can't do what you were born for."

She looked terribly sad, about to cry. Not good in a restaurant. Her sketch book lay on the table. "May I see," I asked. It was amazing. Really. Sketches were as professional as I've ever seen. 

"There's finished portraits on my camera," she added.

Gosh, she was talented. Portraits painted in caricature, outline, colour, B&W, and like photographs etc were all astonishingly excellent. So this is why she's here... Her soul purpose needs help... "Have you heard of soul retrieval," I asked. 

"Yes," she replied. "I've got Sioux blood." 

I'd better say my credentials to give her confidence. "I was asked to be a shaman-medicine man for a Lakota tribe." 

I tuned in for a moment, to feel what I was about to say was OK. It seemed good. "Well," I said, "Here's a deal for you. I come to your house and throw out all your tablets. After, I'll guide you through a soul retrieval process, to regain the art part of your soul, so you can achieve your destiny. OK?"

"Yes please."  She grinned happily. "Are you an angel?"

I just smiled and said, "there are many weird things in heaven and earth".

"Well, I think you are. From now on, I'll call you my Hairy Angel".

I'm busy, but a soul in Need, is a soul in Deed. Should be interesting when I visit her house...

As I looked up at the departure times of my trains at London's crowded Victoria Railway Station, a thought came. The train leaves in 8 minutes - but I should miss this one, and instead walk outside and buy a dinner for the first "homeless" looking person on the street. 

If we're "connected to the universe" we should obey thoughts. Even if thoughts seem illogical or unreasonable, only by following thoughts can we find how true our "connections" are.

I "felt" the path, and took a turn outside by the Grosvenor Hotel, one I wouldn't normally take. There, just outside, sitting by a crowded rush-hour pavement  was a skinny, bedraggled man in his 20s, with unkempt hair and a long straggly beard. Underneath and around him were screwed-up newspapers, obviously used as a bed.

This is the one, I thought. This is why I had to miss the train and buy him dinner.

"Would you like a dinner?" I asked with a smile.

"No thanks," he replied. "I've just eaten!"

Huh?? Maybe my thoughts were wrong.

I was about to speak further when suddenly, right next to the young homeless man, an old man in his 80s collapsed against the wall, panting hard for breath. 

Oh, oh, perhaps the dinner was a ruse, not the need...

"I can't make it," the man gasped to an old lady. She seemed to be his wife. She desperately looked around for help.     

Some workmen nearby beckoned him to sit on steps they'd just repaired. "No," he gasped, "I can't move". 

I thought quickly of the choices. 999 for the ambulance... Go to him with direct help... Or stand nearby unobtrusively in the rush hour crowd, and send him a dense cloud of positive energy, magnetically.

He didn't seem in imminent danger of death, so I chose the latter. Mustering energy around me into a large magnetic cloud, I simultaneously tuned in to his problem. 

All energies can be magnetic in nature. I allowed his magnetic force to come towards mine, to connect to my magnetic energy. As our energies touched, I felt his chest and stomach areas energetically erratic. They pulsed hard.

For a few moments I gathered positive energy around me into a large dense cloud. Then, in one sudden magnetic energy movement, I allowed his magnetic force to attract my cloud into his chest and stomach.

I wish you'd been there to see what happened. 

Literally seconds later, his breathing slowed, he ceased slumping against the wall, and he strode strongly away through the crowd with his wife, as if nothing had happened.

As the saying goes, sometimes we go somewhere for a different reason to our expectation...

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. 

At UK's Stansted airport, before going through X-ray, I stood by a table where passengers left non-allowable liquids. Since a terrorist tried to destroy a plane in mid-air by mixing chemicals together from bottles in his hand luggage, all liquids must be 50 ml maximum and fit in one small see-through plastic bag. 

So perhaps it was not surprising that a man rushed over, placed two brand-new boxed jars of anti-wrinkle night cream on the table with receipt, and rushed to the X-ray. Maybe he had no space in his plastic bag, I thought. But I do. They look expensive and will make good presents. 

As the saying goes, 'God giveth'.

Through the X-ray, in W H Smiths duty free store, one book described latest Ebook publishing methods. At £6.99 you can always learn. At the till, the assistant said, "Sorry, we can't take card today."     

"Could you take plastic instead?" I joked.

"We can't take card today," he repeated seriously.  

"It was a joke," I smiled. "Card and plastic are different materials. So I asked if you'd take plastic instead of card."

"I never joke with customers. The last time I did, the guy took it the wrong way and I ended up with this." His brow creased into a deep frown as he pointed to a scar near his eye.

"That's awful." I replied, sending healing energy for his obvious trauma.  "I always joke." 

"You're kind," he said, without smiling. He scanned the price of the book as healing energy soaked into his being.

"It's your lucky day," he said suddenly. "You get this book for free."

I accepted, puzzled. Was the £6.99 book really free that day? Or had he given me the book for being kind about the being punched? Or had healing his trauma with energy had an unexpected consequence? 

Whatever, as the saying goes, 'God giveth'.

Waiting for the plane, early morning frost outside was replaced by glinting sun. The cold airport lounge heated up. I placed my warm knitted jacket over my luggage to buy some water. When I turned back, the jacket had gone, stolen. 

Oh well, I thought, I hope someone needs it. The value of the anti-wrinkle creams and book was about the same as the jacket. God giveth and God taketh away.   

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.

A snapshot of a day can never do a lifetime justice, but hey ho, here's a snapshot of my day today. 

So much happens most days, it's easy to overlook events, and be too "matter-of-fact". Today, an email written to a friend explaining my day today seemed appropriate for this blog. Lives are about helping others... 

So here's three "helping others" things for today...

1. Help for poor people
Today I'm clearing cupboards, drawers and wardrobes etc to give stuff to poor people who can't afford things. So far, there are five full sacks of very nice things that I don't really need. I usually advertise on a site called "Freegle". Poor people post free ads for what they need, and richer people post ads for nice stuff to give away free. No traders, just free giveaways to help those in need. I've given away £1,000's over the past few years. It's not all mine. Sometimes a tenant leaves one of my properties, but doesn't take their belongings. So I give it to poor people. Last year, one tenant left roller blades, Rayban sunglasses, and other quality goods that filled 35 sacks!!! It was worth lots of money, but hey, I like giving to help poor people. You should see people's happy smiles when they get something nice for free that they could not have afforded to buy.

2. Help for sick friends
The rest of today I'm helping two friends who are unwell. One has depression, the other has pain from an injury. Sometimes, I'd rather help others than be helped myself. For example, if I have a flu, I just get over it myself. It's comforting and warming to accept help, but I'd rather no-one worries themselves over me for minor things. But if someone else is ill, I'm there as fast as possible, and as long as needed. My deep desire is to help others, or relieve their suffering. So if someone's ill, they can rely on me to support or do whatever they need to make them comfortable and help them return to good health. 

3. Help for hopeful authors
Readers will have their gifts that can help others. As one of my gifts is writing, this evening I'm attending a writers' group. It's a professional group, for existing or potential published authors. I've invited a man I met recently, who said many people suggest he write a book on his scientific and mystical ideas on life, the universe and everything.
I've offered to help him write his book. Normal such charges elsewhere are £1,000 for guidance from start to finish, to £5,000 - 20,000 if the book was written for him. But he's a poor guy, doing house clearances with a van, so I'll help him for free. I hope his book will make him lots of money to help his life, and give him prestige and other benefits. 

I've invited a second man to the writers' group too. We met at a local church. After the service he said he wished to write a book on his 'strange' experiences of healing through the power of god. Such as when he placed his hands on a sick person to pray, and the person suddenly shot about 10 feet away from him, as if pushed hard. But he hadn't pushed at all, let alone hard enough to push the person 10 feet backwards. The person was cured. I've offered to help him write his book too. No charge - we met after he'd prayed in church!  

Both men's books combine science and mystic experiences. Right up my street! When we have a gift, and opportunities to help others knocks at our door, we should answer the calls for help. If they work 2 hours a week for three months, their books will be ready for a publisher's decision.  

I don't usually moralize on these blogs. But just for today, could you help others in three ways? 
1. Could you give something to poorer people?
2. Could you help someone, a little more, who you know is sick? 
3. Could you use one of your gifts to help someone in need? 

All this might seem a lot of work. But it doesn't take much time if you work fast, and don't waffle when helping or teaching someone. Then everything always seems quick and easy.  

Well, there you are. A little about my day :-))
How about yours?

A miracle cure is a cure a doctor can't achieve. If doctors can't cure a patient or condition, and something else does, it's a miracle!! Actually, maybe it's not a miracle - maybe it's normal!!! :-)    

It's documented that Complementary and Alternative Medicine (CAM) achieves 'miracle' cures. Search the internet for 1) any common condition, add 2) a specific CAM therapy, add 3) the word "cure", and/or add 4) the words "scholarly article". It's surprising. Most common conditions have adequately researched curative options that doctors wouldn't dream of. 

Doctors are limited in their scope. In the 1920s Dr Kondo, a medical doctor said in the Japanese Parliament that doctors know everything about the nature of a disease but don't know how to cure it. Dr Usui, the founder of Reiki, responded that Reiki practitioners know nothing about the nature of a disease but know how to cure it. This still holds true almost 100 years later. 

Reiki or other CAM 'miracle' cures are weird, because no matter how great a 'miracle' it is, even some friends and family won't believe Reiki or CAM created the miracle. Even if they do believe, even less would try that CAM therapy themselves.

It's almost as if some people's minds are brainwashed against believing in cures, unless a doctor does it.Why believe only a doctor can achieve their cure, and it can't be found elsewhere? It's unrealistic.

Sceptics are strange, sad creatures. Their main delight in life is to knock CAM down without seeking evidence of the "miracle's" truth. I love sceptics if they seek balanced evidence. Most people I know can't stand sceptics who refuse to even look at evidence, but vociferously promote self-opinionated negative views.     

I researched Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder (ADHD) with a PhD student at the University of London. Under strict research protocols, and nine measures that cross-validated each other, we showed that the CAM therapy I developed - ADHD-TriPlan - achieves 90.9% success within 3 weeks. Success increases to 96.9% after one year. That's academically researched. So people should soon be bashing my door down to be cured of ADHD?

It seems as a race of beings we are too complacent about health, and rely on doctors as the only option available. If a doctor can't cure, that must be that, huh? The evidence though is that sports stars and the rich and famous regularly turn to CAM. For example, Prince Charles is a fervent backer of CAM. England's soccer team had a healer under the manager Glen Hoddle. (We played well under him!) Pat Cash, the tennis star, became a Reiki healer after he was helped by Reiki. I reckon Manchester United employs the best healers, because Man U's doing great! :-) 

If someone has a chronic condition such as asthma, back pain or arthritis, and doctors can't help further, many don't seek help from CAM. They accept their disability and suffer, along with their family and society suffer for the rest of their lives. Some though try CAM therapies. Research studies in doctors surgeries show that 71% of chronic patients doctors can't help, can be helped by healers! :-) If only all patients with chronic conditions saw a healer. There would be sooo much less suffering!    

It's worse if people have a condition such as cancer, and wait until doctors can't help any more before seeking CAM. By then it's too late and many die. But some are cured by CAM. A miracle? No just normal. Like the anti-cancer program on www.cancertherapyprogram.com (website almost finished.) If only all cancer patients received CAM soon after diagnosis. There might be sooo much less suffering!

In my Harley Street clinic, international clinics, and Margate residential therapy centre, my patients were mainly ones doctors could not help further. My success rate, bases on a triangulation assessment of quantitative, qualitative, and limitation data, showed almost everyone improved, and many were cured. 
This week I'll publish some of my cases, to show miracles are normal.

My objective is not to have a queue of patients. Been there, done that, with queues from 8.30 in the morning to 1.30 the next morning. No, my objective here is to say, just because doctors can't help you any more, don't give up. 

Don't suffer - Google and try something. 

Your miracle may be only a few clicks away. :-)

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?