22 August, 2014

The Psychic Surgeon Who Channels St.Paul

St.Paul

I think the first time I heard about psychic surgeons was with the case of Arigo or, to give him his real name, Jose Pedro de Freitas from Brazil. I published a post about him 2010.

Arigo 'operated' using only a pair of nail scissors and rusty penknife. While doing so he remained in a trance like state. He never used antiseptics or anaesthetics. It is said that, when he was once shown a film of himself operating, he fainted.

Okay, Arigo is a figure from the past - he was at his height in the late 1950s - but there are still psychic surgeons today. I was reading about a current healer, Ray Brown, in a Daily Mail article.

Arigo Psychic Surgeon
Arigo claimed that he channelled a German physicist called Dr Fritz, who guided his surgery. Ray Brown, however, seems to have more influence as he says his spirit guide is none other than St.Paul.

But lets not write this off as fake because their surgery does seem to work for some people. Take the case of Cynthia Knapp for example.

Cynthia, from Worthing, England reckons 'a miracle' happened following treatment by Ray Brown / St.Paul. She had been virtually immobilised by rheumatoid arthritis. Her pain was so great that sometimes she had difficulty in hobbling the short distance from her bedroom to the bathroom. Today her pain has gone and she is now able to go to the park with her grandchildren.

Cynthia told the Daily Mail, "I'd never been interested in anything New Age previously - I'm a born sceptic. But by that stage, I was willing to try anything. I'd had years of anti-rheumatic drugs on the NHS [National Health Service]. The pain in my back was excruciating. I had nothing to lose."

When she saw Brown he was already in a trance, so she explained her disease and discomfort. He then laid his hands on her neck and back, through her clothes. Cynthia then described what happened next:

"He told me a lot of my pain was caused by trapped nerves. He massaged and manipulated the particularly painful areas to release them which, I must admit, hurt a lot. After the first session, I felt sore for a couple of days, but then the pain in my neck and back disappeared. It was absolutely wonderful. Now, I go every month for a top-up session to keep me mobile and energetic."

I'd better add here that Ray Brown charges for his services.

Many will say what is happening in cases like this is purely the placebo effect. Dr Mike Eslea of the University of Central Lancashire comments:

"It's relative easy to manipulate people's perceptions of the levels of pain they're experiencing. When they believe a treatment will lessen their pain, it often does - it's the placebo effect, which can be positive if it encourages people to relax and give their bodies a chance to heal.

But when there's an objectively measurably problem, such as a tumour. they won't shrink it. They can only work with our mood."

But another person, Pat Phoenix, would probably disagree with this. She went to see another psychic surgeon, Vincent Fuller. She claims her symptoms of fibromyalgia, where she had chronic pain all over her body, disappeared. This is her story:

"I was absolutely desperate. The pain in my joints was indescribable. My doctor couldn't do anything beyond giving me strong painkillers. When a friend told me about psychic surgery, I found Vincent online and asked him if he'd come to Wales [where she lives in Wrexham].

I couldn't see Vincent because I was lying on my front, but his voice changed and took on a Spanish accent. He put his hands on my head, spine and legs.

He only touched me gently, but it felt as if something shifted inside - like when you are pregnant and can feel the baby moving in your womb. It felt peculiar, but not painful.

At first, I felt awful. My limbs ached and my joints hurt. But, three days later, I felt amazing. My pain disappeared and hasn't returned since. I've done more walking in the past month than in the past three years."

Going back to the first example Cynthia says about the sceptics: "I don't care what people think - as far as I'm concerned, it's magic. I may not know how it works, but I'm living proof that it can."

I'm not recommending psychic surgery, as I have no personal experience, but we mustn't just write something off because it sounds different. It may simply be a placebo effect, but does this really matter if it makes the pain ease?

There are more testimonials on Paul Brown's website here.

It's up to the individual to form his or her own opinion regarding psychic surgeons and other alternative treatments.

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21 August, 2014

Are Our Brains Become Hopeless At Interpreting Information?

Pre-frontal cortex

The other day I was with a few people sitting and talking. A couple of those present had their iPads with them. They were constantly looking at them and answering bits of the conversation from stuff they kept finding on their iPads. I found this annoying and unnecessary. So I was interested to read what the neurologist, Susan Greenfield, has said about this.

Ms Greenfield tells of how we are becoming slaves to digital technology and how this has begun to alter our brains. The need to constantly check Twitter, Facebook and the like, our almost inability to converse without checking our emails is actually a form of addictive behaviour.

According to Greenfield's book, Mind Change: How Digital Technologies Are Leaving There Mark On Our Brains, social networking sites may be worsening our communication skills and reducing 'interpersonal empathy'.

As for games she suggests that obsessive gaming could well be making us more reckless and aggressive. It seems that the pre-frontal cortex is the 'newest' part of the brain in evolutionary terms and potentially gamers could do irreparable damage to their cognitive functions, concentration and moods, with symptoms similar to attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. This applies especially to young people, where the pre-frontal cortex does not develop fully until the mid-20s.

Our reliance on search engines may mean that we are sacrificing deep knowledge and understanding, Our ability to reinvent ourselves online may lead us to lose our sense of who we really are.

The message does seem a bit doom and gloom - for all ages. She poses the question: "Have you noticed how much harder it is these days to concentrate on a thick book or long article?" This could be because the internet is making our brains more 'flighty and easily distracted'. Hence the popularity of YouTube short videos. According to Greenfield we are finding it harder to cope with complexity or anything requiring sustained attention.

We are becoming more like computers ourselves: super-efficient at processing information but hopeless at interpreting it.

There is no doubt some truth in what she writes, it's so easy to Google something rather than work out whatever it is for ourselves. If we take this to extremes what will we actually become? Almost robotic? And who or what could/would be influencing or controlling us?

I don't know the answer to these questions but I do know that when I go on holiday abroad I feel much better and healthier. I put this down, not just to sunshine and relaxation, but to not looking at a computer, phone or television; and not reading newspapers for the period I'm away. It's quite nice being with your own thoughts and thinking for yourself.

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20 August, 2014

Truro Cathedral And The White Feather Sniper

Inside Truro Cathedral

We were in Truro, the city for Cornwall, and while there we popped into the Cathedral. It always gives me a lift. I felt there would be something inside for me, as I saw a white feather in the entrance lobby. Always a good sign.

White Feather poem

We lit a candle for those we have lost and nearby was a board of poems from World War I. One shone out from the rest: The White Feather Sniper. As regular readers will know I have published many posts about white feathers.

Inside Truro Cathedral, Cornwall

The special atmosphere of the Cathedral makes you want to look up. I suppose this is what it sets out to do.

Truro Cathedral, Truro, Cornwall

 The arches and pillars are magnificent, you don't need to belong to any religion to appreciate the splendour.

Ceiling Truro Cathedral, Cornwall

The white feather had gone from the lobby following our visit.

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19 August, 2014

The Remarkable Coincidence Of The German Emperor Who Tried To Eat The World

French postcard of Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany
caricatured trying to eat the world, but finds it 'too hard'.
It looks as if there has been an interest in coincidences for a long time. Here's a story I found in The Evening Telegram of December 16, 1896. If it's true, it's quite remarkable.

Wilhelm or William II of Germany
Wilhelm (William) II - German Emperor
A certain peasant and his wife, in Germany, were married on the same day as the Emperor and Empress, the peasant's Christian name being William.

The first child, a boy, was born on the same day as the Crown Prince, after which they had five other sons, each of whom was born at the same time as the five younger boys of the Emperor.

The Royal couple were informed of this, and were exceedingly interested in the very strange coincidence, but this interest was intensified when, on the last occasion of a royal birth, viz., the little daughter of the Kaiser, it was learned that the peasant's wife had also given birth to a daughter on the same day.

So astonished were the Emperor and Empress that they stood as godfather and godmother to this little girl, and have well provided for her future.

I've checked and William or Wilhelm II had seven children, six sons and one daughter He married Augusta Victoria on the 27th of February 1881. So the dates and info seem to fit okay.

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18 August, 2014

The Mystery Of The Mouse Triangle


We had a recent trip away but, before we went, a Mouse Triangle began to take form.

Two days before going we found a dead mouse on our driveway. I moved the mouse in a respectful way.

The following day there was a further dead mouse on our driveway, about three feet from where the other was found. Again I moved him or her to a better place - or maybe he or she was already there. But, whatever, the next day we went on our trip, with no dead bodies in sight and a good time was had by all.

We arrived back late on the Monday and on Tuesday morning Karin said, "You'll never guess what, there's another dead mouse on our driveway."

And, of course, she was right. If the three dead mice were all in their original positions, and you were to join them with straight lines, it would make a triangle - thus the Mouse Triangle I mentioned in the first sentence of this post.

Mysterious. We haven't a cat, or any other rodent hating animal, so how did the mice end up in our driveway? Synchronicity perhaps? But synchronicity means 'a meaningful coincidence' and, as yet I can't pin a meaningful label to the three mice.

Obviously there's the nursery rhyme of Three Blind Mice, which my grandson used to like us to sing together. But he's now 4 years and 1 month, so has moved on to other songs, such as something from the Frozen movie.

I Googled 'dead mouse as a symbol' and the first entry I clicked on was Yahoo! Answers. The entry read: "Her co-workers went on to name it Mike the mouse before burying it. Mike is actually her brothers name and she got a weird feeling about the whole situation."

But, I'm not mouse-like, though I sometimes get called Mickey - I mostly get called Mike nowadays.

I next clicked on What's Your Sign and the writer said about dead animals: "An animal death reminds me of a Latin phrase I hold dear: Omnia mutantur omni tempus (all things are changing - a time for everything)."

On that note I decided to stop searching, but was persuaded to click on one more entry for the Spirit Animal Totems website which read:

"To see a dead mouse in your dream implies that you are not letting minor issues bother you. You are not letting your own fears get in the way of what you want. Alternatively, a dead mouse indicates that there is something that you have ignored or neglected for too long."

But it wasn't all a dream, so the mystery of the Mouse Triangle remains.

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16 August, 2014

Her Dead Mother Helped Her Give Birth


Clover Stroud was pregnant. Nothing strange there, especially as she already had three children: Jimmy, 13, Dolly ten and Evangeline 22 months,

Clover's mother, following a nasty accident many years ago, had become profoundly mentally and physically disabled and incapable of looking after herself. Sadly, when Clover was five months pregnant, her mother died.

She writes, "I was distraught, but took comfort in seeing the strength of love she had given me as a child living in my own three children, and tried my best to focus on the fourth little person who would soon be joining us."

After 38 weeks Clover went into labour. As her contractions peaked she suddenly felt very alone. This was despite her husband and the midwife being at her side.

She writes: "I wanted to escape, and somehow leave the labour room to retreat back into my safe life, before childbirth. But then, at the moment I felt most hopeless, I became quietly aware of a third person in the room with us."

Looking at this new visitor she noted that the woman was wearing a long denim skirt and there was something familiar about the knitted waistcoat. She realised this was her mother, her dead mother. Her appearance was as Clover remembered her from her teenage years, and before her accident.

Her mother smiled at her and she heard her say, "Come towards me. Come here. Come over and meet me." This was a voice she hadn't heard for 22 years.

Another contraction and again her mother said, "I'm here, just come towards me."

Clover's husband and the midwife were not aware of this other presence in the room.

Clover explained, "I did not think for one minute that I was hallucinating ... as I moved further into my labour I could see her clearly, standing beside me at each step. When I felt scared, I looked at her, and she smiled a little brighter so that my fear subsided."

She continued: "With her beside me, the pain stopped being a terrifying force ... Mum left the room as seamlessly and as quietly as she had arrived. When the moment came to push, she had simply gone. She had come to guide me to that point."

Her son, Dash, was born.

As a finale Clover said, "I know meeting my mother after death might seem improbable, but trying to understand, or account for, the powerful, mysterious force of the human spirit feels futile - beyond scientific reckoning."

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15 August, 2014

Memories Rekindled And Batteries Recharged In Dorset

Bournemouth, Dorset
Bournemouth Dorset
We had a few days away staying with friends in Dorset. This kindled some memories as we lived in the area before moving to Cornwall.

The weather was somewhat changeable but we seemed to dodge the showers and visited several places we knew. The photo above is Bournemouth, showing some of the beach and the pier. From there we walked to the Russell-Cotes art galley and museum.

Russell-Cotes art gallery and museum, Bournemouth
Russell-Cotes Art Gallery & Museum
There were many magnificent paintings on show including Anno Domini by Edwin Long. When the picture was first exhibited in London, in 1883, it caused a sensation. People queued around the block to see the gigantic painting which shows the Holy Family arriving in Egypt. It is also known as The Flight To Egypt.

Anno Domini by Edwin Long
Anno Domini or The Flight To Egypt
The Sea Maidens by Evelyn De Morgan was part of a special exhibition: The Morgans and the Sea.

The story behind the painting is that The Little Sea Maid is distraught when the Prince declares he does not love her,

Her five older sisters, shown in the picture, sell their abundant hair to the Sea Witch in exchange for a knife. The Little Sea Maid can then kill her unrequited love, the Prince, and return to mermaid form. Instead the Sea Maid drowns herself rather than kill the man she loves.

In the painting the sisters' cold eyes and inexpressive faces allude to their lack of an immortal soul. So there you go!

The Sea Maidens
We also went into Poole where we had a trip on a boat from the harbour - the second largest natural harbour in the world - to the small town of Wareham.

Poole harbour
Poole Quay Dorset
In the harbour we passed Brownsea Island which is where the Boy Scout movement was first started by Baden-Powell.

Poole Harbour Brownsea Island
Poole Harbour passing Brownsea Island
Leaving the harbour the boat sailed up the River Frome ...

River Frome, Wareham Dorset
River Frome
... to Wareham and the sun came out!

Wareham Church Dorset
Wareham Dorset
And then it was back to Poole.

Customs House Poole Quay
Pool Quay - Old Customs House
Another day we walked along the River Stour at Wimborne.

River Stour Wimborne
River Stour
A lovely few days - batteries recharged!

Photos: © Mike Perry - Click on any photo to make bigger

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