Abadiania 9-12 September 2014

I’ve decided to not post each day beyond this post. If there is something I need to say I’ll say it. A�There is a similar pattern about each day. Saturday to Tuesday are slow news days. Wednesday to Friday, Casa days, more happens, but there is a similar pattern to them. I am, of course, speaking about the physical world. A�Energetically, there is something happening all the time. A�Energy knows no temporal boundaries. A�Below are brief summaries of the last four days.


09.09.2014 Tuesday

A very slow news day. More people arrive in town by buses in readiness for tomorrow. You can feel the energy of the town building as it becomes more active with people going about their preparations. I managed two hours of meditations and an afternoon massage.


10.09.2014 Wednesday

I sat in current for both sessions today, the first commencing at 7.35am and ending at 11.15am and the second, from 2.30pm to 6.20pm A�was more of a challenge. During these times it is important to remain focused with eyes closed all the time. Having your eyes closed for nearly five hours and keeping focus may appear something of a challenge, but its surprising how the time passes provided you are able to submit to the process and accept that however long the session is going to take is how long it takes.

The current room is the one through which people first pass before reaching the Entity which/who is incorporated into the Medium, Joao de Deus (John of God). It seats about seventy people all of whom are sitting, eyes closed and focused on the task at hand which is to assist with cleansing the energy fields of those people passing through it. All those sitting in current receive healing from the many entities who populate this area. Energetically, it is a beautiful area in which to be. I love being there.


11.09.2014 Thursday

Again, I was in current for the whole of the day. The first session lasting from 7.30am to 11.10am and the second from 1.30pm to 3.15pm.

Conversation at the meal table at the pousada has picked up. In my first week there were two distinct groups that were being led by a guides. These groups largely kept to themselves. A�There was just a few of us who were there without a guide. This week we’ve had women arrive from Panama, Ecuador and USA (formerly from Cuba); a husband and wife from USA (formerly Soviet Union) and the USA. Also, there are two groups, both from the USA, which have guides.


12.09.2014 Friday

I had another intervention today. Intervention is the word currently being used for what used to be called ‘surgery’ or ‘operation’. I may have mentioned this in a previous blog, but as I understand it there was some pressure to change the word, pressure which probably came from the medical fraternity. Ordinarily, when we think of surgery we think of incision and possibly excision. Not so with spiritual surgery. You don’t have to understand the process. A�This is commonly the case with conventional surgery. Have you every had an operation or some other medical intervention and were not told by your doctor details of the actual process to be used? You probably knew of that process in broad terms and that was enough. A�Did you feel that you needed to know details of the process? Probably not. A�Most of us have been prescribed a drug at some stage in our lives. A�Was the pharmacological/neurological pathways taken by that drug to achieve the desired result explained to you by your doctor? A�I think not. A�You trusted in the process and the doctor. It is the same with spiritual surgery. It requires trust in the process and the Entity (the healer).

I volunteered for today’s intervention which occurred around 8.30am. A�Again, it was about prostate cancer. A�After the intervention I purchased my herbs and caught a taxi back to the pousada. A�Getting the taxi is part of the post-intervention protocols of preserving energy and not doing anything too physical. A�Other parts of the protocol include not having any energy work done on your body (e.g., reiki or some types of massage); not raising your level of sexual energy; not going into the sun (a powerful source of energy); and not speaking with other people for 24 hours (which translates as staying in your room for that time and having someone else bring you your meals). A�The 24 hour period is a time for reflection, introspection and healing. A�You have to do your part.

As soon as I lay on my bed around 8.50am I became aware of a fuzzy to scrambled sensation in my head. A�It was like a buzzing without the sound. A�A vibration. A�It began to lessen in intensity around 6.00pm, but was still with me when I went to sleep. A�Around 1.00pm I started to get a pain in my pelvic area above my prostate which intensified over the next few hours and, like the feeling in my head, was still with me when I went to sleep. A�It’s worth telling that between sitting down in the area where the intervention took place the physical participation by me was to place my right hand over my prostate (the right hand is to be placed over the area to be healed and if more than one areas requires healing the right hand is placed over the heart), sitting with eyes closed and listening to a woman saying something in Portuguese for about ten minutes. A�That was it on the physical level. A�Everything else happens energetically.

I came to Abadiania with a narrow focus. A�My attention was directed to healing my prostate of cancer, nothing else. A�This has been my limited focus on each of the previous three times I’ve been here. A�What I’ve learned, which is something I did not learn on those three earlier trips, was to not limit my expectations, my desires, my wishes, my intentions. A�I’ve learned to be open to any possibility. A�I’ve also learned that even though I might have wanted my prostate healed that was not going to happen until I was ready for it to happen. A�There may be other things that needed healing before that occurs. A�What you receive here is not what you want but what you need. A�Sometimes they are the same thing, but for the rest of the time they are not. A�Another thing I’ve learned is that healing is a gradual process. A�Yes, there have been people who’ve come to Abadiania who have had a ‘miraculous’ result, but generally that is not the case. A� You need to submit to and have faith or belief in the process. Similar figures for last year had the iphone 5 accounting for 68 percent of sales, and the iphone 4s contributing to 23 percent of total sales

Abadiania Sudnday, 07 September 2014

Abadiania, at least our side of town, has a ghostly silence about it today. Shops are closed. Shutters are down. Very few people are walking the main strip. Even the dogs have taken a day off. It’s such a contrast with Casa days when there is such a bustle of activity. Some of the community gathered at the Casa at 9.00am to sing songs and hymns, but I didn’t go for this although I have done it on past visits. Our pousada is especially quiet because all but about five of us guests have left. It won’t last. Large numbers are expected tomorrow.

I put in a bit of time this morning searching on Airbnb for a place to stay in New York. I’ve now put in a request for an apartment in Greenwich Village. The application has to be approved by the apartment owner. Airbnb rules require the owner to get back to me within 24 hours of the application being lodged.
I had lunch today with a Casa guide who arrived yesterday to lead one of the groups that arrive tomorrow. She has a background in psychology and classical music and now uses sound as a healing medium. Western medicine already uses sound, for example, we have ultrasound as a diagnostic tool, and sound is used to break up kidney stones. She has people lay under her piano while she plays. I was assured that Bach is the No. 1 composer of healing music, followed by Mozart.

I did two hours of mediation at the Casa this afternoon, with a chocolate icy pole in between each hour. Treat time.

I’ve looked at the incoming and current guest board. 84% are women. While this may not reflect the division between men and women generally, it does appear that women make up at least 75% of those who come to Abadiania. No surprises here.

Yes, it’s a slow news day. Borrowing liberally proessaywriting.org from new wave heroes like new order and the talking heads, mgmt added a layer of emotional depth to a sonic realm often given over to cold detachment

Abadiania Saturday, 06 September 2014

After spending most of yesterday in self-imposed ‘exile’ I was looking forward to interacting with other residents this morning, but that had to wait until after 9.00am when my 24 hours finished. Part of the post-intervention protocols is to keep out of the sun (source of great energy) and not be physically active, so I walked around leisurely covered from top to bottom.

I spent some time this morning looking up Airbnb accommodation in New York. I’ve decided upon Greenwich Village. I’ve seen some fabulous places but I’m yet to find one that is available for the whole of the two weeks I’ll be there. I’ll definitely find something tomorrow.

This afternoon I went to the Casa and did three one hours meditation sessions. In between the first and the second session I had a crystal bed/bath (explanation following) and in between the second and the third an ice-cream (no explanation needed). I’ve previously mentioned the crystal bed which is sometimes referred to as a crystal bath. For me its a bed. It consists of an arm attached to a stand. The arm is positioned over a bed. Attached to the arm are seven quartz crystals pulsating through which are the seven colours of the spectrum, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. As you lay on the bed each individual pulsating light is directed at each of the seven chakras, being crown (top of the head), third eye (centre of forehead), throat (no explanation needed), heart (ditto), solar plexus (around the belly button), reproductive (behind the pelvic bone) and base (genitalia). For an explanation I’ve extracted what follows, with some amendments, from the internet:

According to traditional Indian medicine, throughout our body we have seven main energy
centres. These areas of strong energy are known as charkas. The word chakra comes from
the Sanskrit word for wheel, as ita��s believed these energy centres rotate and spin like wheels
around the subtle body. These seven main chakras are connected to our being on several
different levels a�� physical, emotional, mental and spiritual. On the physical level each charka
governs a main organ or gland. As the charkas are essentially energy vortices, they vibrate at
different frequencies and resonate with different colours. If one or more of the seven main
chakras is blocked or is unable to vibrate freely, it results in an imbalance in the system. This
can manifest in physical ailments, emotional distress or mental upset. Using the crystal bed to
clear the energy and release blockages in the chakras enables the body to come back into
balance and to heal itself.

So there you have it. Just another accepted practice here in Abadiania.

Behold this moody and melodic classism and racism essay online hook, the third single from their debut

Abadiania Friday, 05 September 2014

I awoke this morning with a fuzzy feeling in my frontal lobes and was unsteady on my feet. I’d been like this since arriving last Monday. I’m trying to re-assure myself that it has nothing to do with DVT’s which I’ve had before from long haul flights. I’m still able to blog so I’m feeling more confident about my non-diagnosis by the day. Perhaps I shouldn’t be so cavalier.

I had my spiritual intervention today, the aim of which was to heal my prostate of cancer. This type of intervention has similarities with other well known types of therapies like Reiki and acupuncture in that they involve the manipulation of energy to achieve a desired outcome. The acupuncturist uses a needle to access a meridian (an energy pathway) to clear a blockage with the aim of returning the patient to health. The difference between those therapies and what I had today is that the ‘person’ manipulating the energy is from the spirit world. And that’s an aspect that a lot of people would not accept. What was involved was to sit in a room with a number of other people who were there for the same purpose, but, of course, with different medical conditions being dealt with. I placed my hand over my prostate and listened while a man spoke in Portuguese. The process took about 25 minutes after which I purchased some herbs and got a cab back to my pousada. I then went to my room for 24 hours during which time I did not speak with anyone. One of the other residents, Johnny, from New Zealand brought me my meals. These strictures are part of the protocols. All throughout the night I had a rising level of discomfort, not pain, in my prostate. Something was happening. The discomfort did not exist before the intervention and had eased by the time I awoke on Saturday morning.

I’m re-reading Bruce Lipton’s book ‘The Biology of Belief’. A belief is a form of energy. (I believe) having a belief in what happens here in Brazil is an important element of the process I undertook today. We can use belief both wittingly and unwittingly to impact us at a cellular level. If you think about what we know as the ‘placebo effect’ you will appreciate how a belief can alter our physiology. A person is given the ‘placebo’ believing they’ve been given the ‘real McCoy’. Statistically, about 30% of people will receive a similar benefit as those who took the ‘real McCoy’, from a combination of the placebo and their belief. The placebo effect occurs unwittingly. What happened yesterday was done whittingly, but is conceptually more difficult to grasp than the idea of taking something tangible like a pill. That is, you have to form a belief about something intangible. A belief in a belief. Perhaps.

This is a very different place to any where else I’ve been for healing, but those who know me would realise that coming here is a quite normal thing for me to do. I haven’t exactly followed a conventional medical path. By the time of the single’s arrival, mgmt had already landed a few good billboard punches, but this marked their biggest success yet

Abadiania Thursday, 04 September 2014

Breakfast is always the same. Porridge, yoghurt, two types of bread rolls, toast (not particularly popular), cheese (looks a bit synthetic), paw paw (yum), melon, pineapple, tea or coffee. I manage to eat the same thing each day so why have too many choices. There seems to be very little waste.

I sat in ‘current’ again this morning. I was seated by 7.30am and had my eyes closed by 7.35am after settling in with my two pillows, thongs off, and water bottle near by. We finished by 11.00am, but it felt a whole lot longer because my butt began to ache about the 45 minute mark. It’s an interesting exercise in discipline to deal with physical pain while at the same time keeping focus on what I’m there to do. It’s helpful when the current room leader, the person who from time to time during the hours we sit there, engages in a dialogue, usually about matters spiritual, tells us at what stage proceedings have reached. From this you get a sense of how long you might have to go.

I don’t know if it was the threatening hand of the medical establishment that’s caused the change, but what used to be called ‘surgery’ is now called ‘intervention’. Although some interventions are done on a physical level, for example with the use of a scalpel to make an incision and stitches to sew up the incision, most work is done at the spirit level.

This afternoon I joined one of the ‘lines’ (more about lines in a future blog) to go before Medium Joao who had incorporated an entity, the identity of which I know not. (I did ask a translator when in the line who was the incorporated entity but he did not know.) As a preface to going in line and in order for your particular problem to be understood it is necessary to attend a translator who will write on a piece of paper in Portuguese the issue you want attended to by the incorporated entity. You take this piece of paper with you and when you are before the Medium what is on your piece of paper is read in Portuguese to the Medium. I had references to both my cancers written on the paper I had in hand. When this was read out I was directed to attend tomorrow morning (Friday) for an intervention. One significant reason for this is that the entity who occupied the Medium today was not ‘qualified’ to do the work needed to be done and there was knowledge that the entity who would be attending at 8.00am tomorrow would be qualified. I suppose it’s not dissimilar to the division of labour in Western medicine where you have specialists who do surgery and those who don’t. Also, at the Casa there are protocols to be followed much the same as in a public hospital where protocols are put in place for good reason.

Post intervention has its own set of protocols: I take herbal supplements prescribed and supplied (at a cost); I have to stay in my room in bed resting for 24 hours (pousada staff will bring me my meals in that 24 hours); I’m not permitted to socialise with other pousada guests in that 24 hour period; I’m not to lift anything heavy; and I’m not permitted back at the Casa in the 24 hour period.

I’ll let you know in a future blog how it all went, but that post will not take place until the 24 hour period has expired.

Some of you readers might be asking how much does this cost. The answer is that there is no cost for almost everything at the Casa. The exceptions are the herbs, bottled water, and crystal bath/bed. (More about crystal bath/bed in a later blog.) The other important point is freedom of choice: that is, I don’t have to attend for an intervention tomorrow morning if I choose not to. But this would defeat the purpose of me being here in Abadiania. It would be like booking into a public hospital for surgery, attending the hospital, going through pre-op procedures, and then deciding not to go ahead with whatever was planned.

As I pointed out earlier, belief is an important part of the processes here as it is with Western medicine. If you go to your Western doctor who prescribes a particular remedy for your presenting condition and you walk away saying to yourself, “This is a lot of crap. This won’t work”, chances are it won’t work, or it will be less efficacious than it might otherwise be. What we know as the ‘placebo effect’ is a good example of belief at work. A person takes, for example, a pill which they believe will do ‘X’ when the pill is inert and not designed to do ‘X’, but they still get the same benefit as they would have got had they actually taken the pill that was designed to get an ‘X’ result. While here in Abadiania I’m re-reading Bruce Lipton’s book ‘The Biology of Belief’ where the case is made about beliefs having an impact on us at a cellular level. Fascinating stuff, for me at least. It’s been many years now that I put on hold the left-brain, lawyer way of thinking that would have been an impediment to me getting the full benefit of what I’ve chosen to embrace as part of my own healing. find custom homework writing service

Abadiania Wednesday, 03 September 2014

I thought I’d begin today by saying something about what goes on here in Abadiania. I’ll continue with this theme in future blogs.

The Medium, Joao de Deus started doing his work at age 16, or to be more accurate he’s been incorporating entities that do the work since that age. He’s undedicated in an academic sense finishing school in second class. The entities are the spirit beings of people who once lived on the earth plane and who had particular skills such as doctors or other types of healers. My understanding is that Joao is not aware before he goes into trance state just which one of the half dozen or so entities will occupy him on any particular day. Apparently his work has been looked at by scientists from a number of countries including USA, Japan and France, as well as a Brazilian university. Anyone visiting here for the first time will have their beliefs challenged. Anyone reading this could be expected to have a high degree of scepticism. One thing I have learnt in the course of managing my cancers the way I have these past eleven years is that having a belief in what I do is fundamental to the success of any chosen therapy.

As I pointed out in yesterday’s blog my body clock is still out of sinc., waking as I did at 12.30am and not getting back to sleep for a number of hours. All I propose to do is wait it out. I’ve done it before. It just takes time.

I did my first ‘current’ today. I will talk later about what is current. But essentially we sit in the first room through which people pass who are queued to see the Medium. The room is a cleansing space, cleansing the energy fields of those who pass through on their way to the Medium. We sit in a semi-meditative state and from time to time do visualisations, as required by the person who is leading the group. The length of time these sessions take largely depends upon how many people wish to see the Medium. This morning’s session, for me, commenced at 8.00am ( I was 15 minutes late) and the session concluded at 12.10pm. These sessions are done with the eyes closed. There are reasons for this, one of which is to continuously preserve the integrity of the cleansing energy that builds up with about 70 people all acting with the same objective. It’s very tempting from time to time to just sneak a peek at how the line is progressing, but I don’t. I’ve done longer sessions, but not by much. The second line each day commences at 2.00pm. I was in my seat in current at 1.35pm and this session concluded at 4.40pm. So you can see that for the days the Casa is operating this is pretty much all you get done.

On previous visits I’d take a 40 minute walk after the afternoon session, however, it commenced to rain so I gave it a miss. Maybe tomorrow. It’s 8.45pm as I type this paragraph and everyone is in their rooms getting a full night’s sleep ahead of tomorrow. I hope I’m one of those to get in a big sleep. Opening on a playground of screaming children and rising into a sweet, driving synth riff, kids feels instantly nostalgic even the first time you i am not going to do my homework in spanish hear it

Abadiania Tuesday, 02 September 2014

I read that it takes one day for each hour of time zone change to get our bodies back to their pre-flight condition. Today I proved this statement by waking at 2.30am and not being able to get back to sleep until 5.30am. I busied myself by writing and reading and avoiding becoming anxious. I then slept until 8.00am and was late for breakfast. Curse! In my waking hours the nearby and far off roosters began crowing around 4.00am and were still at it when I fell asleep. Their keen.

Each day the Casa operates, which are Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, after the first session which starts at 8.00am and usually concludes sometime between 11.00am and midday, everyone is offered a plate of ‘blessed soup’. The preparation of this soup begins each Tuesday when volunteers attend the Casa to peel and chop the vegetables. I went up there this morning and helped on the pumpkin press which is hand operated and cuts the vegetable into small squares. I’ve blistered my hand when doing this job on prior visits and today was no exception.

Returning to my pousada a horse and cart (without the horse) was parked nearby. The horse was about 30m down Rua 1, de Maio ( No. 1 May Road) grazing on footpath grass. We just don’t see these things in Sydney, or even Eden or Towamba.

Having paid for my months accommodation I had run out of Reals I’d purchased in Wollongong before leaving Australia, so it was off to the only ATM on the westside, at Pousada San Raphael. Surprisingly, very few of the pousadas, of which there are about twenty seven, have saints names. There’s Santa Maria, Santa Rita and San Jose, but that’s it. Not many for such a saintly town.

One aspect of pousada living that I really enjoyed on past visits is the social interaction with other guests at meal times. Not so this time, or at least not just yet, because the current guest list mainly comprises two groups, which have leaders, and who always eat and do everything together. There are separate dining tables for the rest of us who come alone and without a guide. These two groups leave on the weekend and so I wait expectantly to see who turns up to expand my social network. This pousada is popular with Americans who usually come in groups with a leader whose role it is to explain every procedures they may encounter at the Casa. All but two of one of the USA groups is from the same town. They don’t seem such a trouble lot. Maybe its something in the water. When I booked at Pousada Luz Divina I did it through the USA.

My afternoon highlight was a massage with Tanya (80 Reals for 70 minutes). I asked her to wake me should I fall asleep. Having requested a firm massage I should have known from her facial expression there’d be no going to sleep. I’m reminded of a massage therapist I used to go to at Darlinghurst who was so forceful on one of my calves I ended up having an ultrascan which demonstrated an injury akin to me having suffered a trauma to the muscle. I never went back to him again except to show him the results of the US. Mmmmmmm!

It surprises me how often people come the Abadiania. Some are here every few months. I heard of one man with a brain tumour who stayed twelve months. We all have to be guided by what we think we need.

I finished my draft of this blog after waking at 12.30am on Wednesday morning. The local dogs were in full voice for what seemed an eternity and some yard cats were in battle mode. A nearby rooster was getting in ahead of the pack with a 1.00am clarion call. But in between was a beautiful silence. A spark of innocence runs like an undercurrent through the tune, suggesting bustling here that while evil persists in the world around us, we’re all nothing more than children

Sydney to Abadiania August 31 – September 1, 2014

No one could possibly have ever thought that long-distance air travel was fun, or enjoyable, or have they? I arrived in Abadiania via Los Angeles, Miami and Brasilia around 10.30am Monday in a completely exhausted, spent and depleted state about 34 hours after leaving Sydney. Airports remind me of stockyards where we get herded into a stall for an experience we’d rather not have. Have you ever listened to the stock reports on ABC radio at the end of ‘The Country Hour’ when you might hear, “At Tamworth Saleyards today there was a yarding of 547 vealers……..?” That’s us at the airport.

The most comfortable part of my journey was the last leg from Miami to Brasilia where I had the pleasure of looking at a bulkhead wall about a metre away instead of the 30 cm to the seat in front of me. Small mercies. I could stretch out my legs and leave my seat without having to nudge the person next to me to get up and make way. I got out of my seat more than most. I drink lots of water while in the air and have to do exercises to avoid deep vain thromboses which I’m at risk of getting if I don’t take precautions. I recall with some amusement at the beginning of one of my trips forgetting to inject my self with Clexane (blood thinner). The seat belt sign had been switched on and we were about to leave the terminal. I grabbed a syringe from my bag and rushed to the toilet where I was met by one of the cabin crew wanting to know why I wasn’t in my seat. I held up my syringe and said, “I have to inject myself!” She didn’t blink an eye, turned away and went about her business.

Upon arriving in Brasilia it was a relief to see Edward, my pre-arranged taxi driver waiting for me immediately outside the exit door holding up a piece of paper with my name on it. He spoke little English and I speak even less Portuguese, but we managed.

Brasilia is the Brazilian equivalent of Canberra and the ACT in that it is located within a Federal Territory which is within a province, in this case Goias province which is in central Brazil. Abadiania, the village where I’m staying is about an hour twenty drive south-west of Brasilia. It’s the dry season at present. Similar to northern Australia, the wet begins around December. When I think of a wet season I think tropical, but not here. The soils remind me of those in Central Australia where they have gained their reddish/brown colour from the oxidation of iron in the soil over the millennia. From the roadway what you see is grassland punctuated here and there with clumps of trees or shrubs. Vegetation thickens up a little the further south we went, but the denuded nature of the countryside may be a reflection of past agricultural practices.

Entering Abadiania you are greeted with large, rusting and dusty metal letters spelling out the name of the village. It is divided by the highway, but this is not the real division. The eastern side is occupied by the locals and the western side is dominated by the Casa de Dom Inacio de Loyola (St. Ignatius of Loyola) a Catholic saint whose name has been adopted by one of Sydney’s GPS schools, St. Ignatius College or ‘Riverview’. The eastern side has its collection of shops and other business set back from the highway and beyond. They look tired, dusty and aged and give the impression of being survivors. Prosperity is not immediately apparent. However, on the other side of the highway there is a different feeing which stems from the existence of the Casa and the tens of thousands of visitors who come here every year for healing. (More about this in future blogs.)

After arriving at my ‘pousada’ (my place of accommodation where I have a small room with en-suite) I quickly slipped into the routine. A�It’s named Pousada Luz Divina. ‘Luz Divina’ means divine light. I’m sure it’s unsurprising that a pousada with a name like this would be painted with the colours mauve and white. My room is the recently renovated old meditation room. The newest of the rooms. The room rate is 85 Reals (about $46 Aus) per day which includes three meals, internet access, access to a free telephone, a lovely garden where the pink and crimson bouganvillia are in bloom, tables and deck chairs (without a deck), a labyrinth (if you like walking in circles) and a very friendly staff of locals. A�Accommodation at the pousada must be in demand because in one corner of the garden more rooms are being constructed. A�I noticed that OH & S is not a current issue. A�The bricklayer was wearing thongs. A�There is always some form of construction happening on the west side, be it a new pousada, a new shop, a renovated shop frontage or improved drainage. A�Most of the floors are tiled. A�Throwing around buckets of water is very popular method of cleaning. A�Mealtimes are 7.15am, 12 midday and 6.00pm so we eat three meals in 11 hours and nothing for 13 hours. A�However, I like the idea of an early dinner because going to bed is usually by 9.00pm.

In the afternoon I walked up to the Casa, bought 5 litres of ‘blessed water’ (many things here are preceded by the adjective ‘blessed’) at 2 Reals / litre, had a crystal bed (20 Reals for 20 minutes) (more about this in a later blog), had a half hour sleep on a bench on the meditation deck (more about the deck and its fabulous location in a later blog), had an ice-cream (an over indulgence) and strolled back to my pousada.

By the time I got to bed I’d been awake for nearly two days, taking into account the time zone changes. A�On the plane I either read or watched movies, catching only about a half hour sleep here and there. A�I have to confess to watching the Woody Allen movie, ‘Midnight in Paris’ for the eighth time. A�I’ll soon be able to recite the dialogue. A�If you haven’t seen it and love Paris, or art from the 1860′s to around 1930′s (a period which resonates with me) go and see it. A�When bed finally came what a relief it was to stretch out on clean sheets and be taken quickly into unconsciousness.

When you book into public accommodation you are not normally required to sign an indemnity against legal liability but in this place it is required, not for the pousada, but for what happens at the Casa. A�The name of the Medium who has been doing his work for about 50 years is Joao Teixeira de Faria. A�Joao means John. A�He is commonly referred to as Joao de Deus or John of God and he’ll be in Sydney for three days in November at the Sydney Showground at Olympic Stadium according to a poster I saw on the wall at the Casa today. A�The medium does his work in a trance state. A�He incorporates, in that state, various spiritual entities. A�Getting back to the indemnity. A�Each pousada has you sign one which purports to release the Casa and Medium Joao from legal liability for any emotional, psychological and physical harm said to have been caused by the work done at the Casa. A�Interestingly, spiritual harm is not included. A�The indemnity includes a statement that the advice offered by Medium Joao is spiritual in character and is not a substitute for any and all medical treatments presently prescribed by your own medical advisers. The document also states the Casa’s opposition to mind-altering substances, including alcohol, and says that it does not advocate the use of other spiritual healing modalities. A�It even goes to say that the indemnity is given in relation to any injuries incurred while traveling in Brazil on public transport, or for decisions made about real estate transactions, applications for visas, visa extensions, or applications for permanent residency. A�I can’t imagine how someone could successfully sue for a failed visa extension because they wanted to stay longer at Abadiania. A�But like lots of legal documents one never knows how effective they are until they are tested.

So much for day one. Inspired by the singer’s own sense of naivety and unworldliness as a student in college, it was the consequence of an alcohol-inspired songwriting session and feelings of despair over the write an essay war on terror

Paris – November 1 & 2


Breakfast was what you’d expect at a Paris two star hotel: baguette, fruit juice, coffee and croissant. Unfortunately they get their baguettes in the night before and they taste like they are twelve hours old when served. This morning I visited a nearby boulangerie and got my bread to pack a lunch to take with me on my outing.

One of the first things I noticed upon my arrival in Paris yesterday was how mild and dry was the weather compared with Sweden and Germany. Last night I was out in just a shirt, scarf and jacket on top, and this morning I walked to the boulangerie in
sandals. However, the dry weather did not last. As I climbed the short distance from the hotel to the Basilica Sacre-Coeur it began to rain and kept raining until mid afternoon. I was without my umbrella, so, like so many others I purchased a a��5 number at one of the dozens of tourist shops. I love Paris, but I refuse to walk around with an umbrella or wearing a poncho declaring that fact. I took refuge in the basilica for half an hour while a mass was in progress before joining a line of tourists walking an inside circuit of the basilica.

My next destination was the Rambuteau metro station which is near the Pompidou
Centre and near my favourite vegetarian restaurant. I wanted to check opening
times of each. Both were closed. I walked the short distance to Musee Picasso. It had been closed since September for twenty months of renovations to the building in which it was housed. However, part of the exhibits will be displayed at the Art Gallery of NSW starting 10 November. The remainder will go to Taipei, Montreal and a Californian city.

I decided to return to the hotel for an early evening sleep, something I rarely, if ever do. I ate at a brasserie close to the hotel. What is it with the French and their sauces and oils? I ordered a vegetarian salad which floated around the plate. It’s a
near impossibility in France to get a simple, unadorned vegetable salad. They should move a little to the east to see how the Italians do it. (For anyone traveling anywhere overseas and looking for a vegetarian/vegan restaurant, go to the Happy Cow website: www.happycow.com)


I had a relaxed start to the day after which I went straight to the Musee d’Orsay arriving around 11.00am and not leaving until around 5.30pm during which time I think I took in nearly every square metre of exhibition space.

Vincent van Gogh is one of my favourites. So many people don’t see it to old age and we are denied their genius. One wonders what he might have gone onto paint had he not cut short his life at age 37. I was reminded today when I read some of his history that after he spent a relatively short time in Paris he visited places like Arles and Saint-Remy-de-Provence, two cities I passed through on my walk, both of which claim a connection with th artist. In fact, he spent time in an asylum in St. Remy.

I also loved the impressionist painters of which Monet is probably the most famous. I was fascinated to see the contrasting styles between a large two panel painting of Monet’s from the 1860′s (which is hung in a little out of the way space to the left of the ground floor) with those in the impressionist section of the gallery, quite a number of which were painted in the 1870′s.

There is a richness about spending time in a gallery like d’Orsay with thousands of pieces on display. I always take time to read the name of the artist, when the work
was painted and it’s name. I also like to read the short introductions to the artists and descriptions of the particular style in which they painted. Some paintings draw me into them: I just have to get up very close and examine the brush strokes.

I did notice that some of the museum’s acquisitions resulted from their former owner’s having handed them over in lieu of taxes owed to the State. Also there have been many bequests, some involving large collections.

Tonight I made it to my favourite vegetarian/vegan restaurant. I arrived late and left after 11.00pm. Since my last visit in 2009 it has expanded into the buildng next door. I’ll return there tomorrow night for an early meal after visiting the Pompidou Centre.

Kids also became the subject of a lawsuit filed by the band against french president nicolas sarkozy, college homework help websites of college-homework-help.org who used the song during a national congress session without permission

Pixbo to Paris – October 31

Up until I arrived at the airport I had in mind that I was flying to Paris via Stockholm. It wasn't until I looked at the indictator board I realised the flight was via Copenhagen. Some cities you just get to see a part of the airport: Copenhagen was one of them. It looked to be quite a big airport with hundreds of shops along the thoroughfares which pass the many departure gates. Flying into Copenhagen the fog was so thick I first got a glimpse of the ground when about 100 metres above the tarmac. In these conditions you expect the pilots to be spot-on with their calculations when assessing the end of the runway. Conditions like these put more 'spice' into a landing, at least from a passenger's point of view.

I felt a sense of elation as I stepped onto the train headed for Gare du Nord where I changed to the Metro for a station near my hotel in the Montmartre district, not far from the Basilica Sacre-Coeur. I am so looking forward to visiting some familiar places like the Pompidou Centre (contemporary art museum) and Musee d'Orsay which recently completed a two year upgrade of it's exhibition spaces. This is, I think, my seventh visit to Paris and I've never taken one of those tourist trips on the Seine. Weather and time permitting, I might do it this time. Tourist numbers should be down this time of the year.

I was gifted with a random act of kindness as I descended steps of a Metro station when a young man in his late twenties beckoned to take my suitcase. I knew it was heavy, 23kg, because the airline had labelled it. He resisted my feeble protest, carried it onto the platform where he let it go and walked on like it had never happened. I thanked him but for him it appeared that no thanks was necessary.

Dragging this suitcase behind me and carrying it up many flights of stairs on my way to the hotel made me think about how I had carried 28kg on my back for 1900km of my recent walk. I find it hard to believe of myself that I actually did it. The mind is a powerful beast, if only we could harness it's full potential. Carrying this weight for the distance I did was my short glimpse of how the beast can be harnessed.
After checking into the hotel I strolled up Rue Caulaincourt and found a great little restaurant where I enjoyed a meal over ninety minutes of watching. I deliberately took nothing with me to read so I could sit and look at the people, their clothes, their mannerisms, their facial expressions, and what they ordered. I just wanted to be the observer.

However, it looks like that plan is not working

Pixbo – October 30

Another late breakfast. All week I haven't been getting up until around 9.00am after which I read while having breakfast until 10.30am or 11.00am.

It was a miserable morning: raining, a dull sky with not a hint of the sun breaking through. Anette had arranged for Felix, his girlfriend and me to help her offload anything not tied down on her yacht, including sails, and take them back to her house where they will be stored for the winter. We got that done by late afternoon.

Around 5.00pm the four of us went to a local community hall where we saw another performance of a Requium, this time by Faure. It was performed by a handful of musicians from the Goteborg Opera and a local choir which was support by soprano and baritone soloists. It was a semi-church service with the local twice married priest who conducts a men's discussion group at his home where they drink whisky and smoke cigars, spoke about what a church should mean to a community. I tried my hand at singing Psalm 191 in Swedish.

We later had a dinner of smoked salmon with steamed potatoes and broccoli. A lot of respect has been paid to me this week by preparing vegetarian dishes for the family evening meal. After dinner, while Anette looked through photographs of my Camino Peter baked an apple cake from which I helped myself a very hearty portion.

I've thoroughly enjoyed my time in Sweden and have been looked after with abundant generosity. I fly out for Paris tomorrow. When the band requested compensation, sarkozy offered term paper easy the insulting sum of a single euro

Pixbo – October 28 & 29


Anette picked me up around 3.00pm after work. I went with her when she drove Felicia to an area by the sea where a friend of Felicia’s keeps horses, two of which Felicia exercises each week. While she was doing that we drove to a nearby harbour where Anette has a 36 foot yacht which she’s had only a short time but long enough for her and her family to spend a month on it last summer holidays sailing around the Danish coast. The yacht has to be taken out of the water in a couple of weeks time, put in a cradle and covered for the winter. The marina where it is moored will freeze over during the winter. It would not have occurred to me that this would happen, such is not our way of thinking when we come from a warm climate like Australia.

Shortly befiore 6.00pm we met with Peter in Goteborg to attend a recital of Dvorak’s ‘Requium’ performed by the Goteborg Symphony Orchestra and Goteborg Symphony Choir, and directed by Joachim Gustafsson. The principal singing parts were performed by a soprano, mezzo-soprano, tenor and baritone. I loved it. I’m told the concert hall, built about fifty years ago, has wonderful accoustics, but my untrained ear would not know the dirrerence between good and superior acoustics.

After the concert we had pizza and prawns at home around a very congenial and welcoming dinner table.

Everyone was out this morning: Anette and Felicia at a gymnastics competition, and Peter, Felix (who lives in a flat in Goteborg with his girlfriend) and a neighbor of Peter’s who all went dirt-bike riding. I had time to complete filling the wood cellar, a task I set myself last Monday which I’ve been working on a few hours each day. A simple thing to do by way of acknowledgement of the hospitality, kindness, and generosity shown to my by Anette, Peter and their family.

Around 2.00pm Anette returned from the gymnastics. We went for a ‘Sunday afternoon drive’ on Saturday taking in Goteborg’s hinterland which I’d not previously seen. We visited the village where Peter was raised; saw how the countryside changed from roads lined by forests of pine trees to ones paralleled by stretches of land used to grow crops; and saw the many, many lakes, some of which were being fished from the water’s edge and many of which are local water supplies. As Australians we are very conscious of the scarcity of water, but here in Sweden its ready availability seems to generate a complacency about and extravagance in its use.

We had dinner at home after which I looked at photographs, the most beautiful of which were Pixbo and the area around Peter and Anette’s home while blanked in winter’s snow.

Band members pointed out that this was pretty writing a research paper https://proessaywriting.org/ wack considering that sarkozy had been a vocal proponent of france’s pending anti-piracy legislation at the time

Pixbo – October 27

I was picked up this afternoon by Felix, the younger (20 years of age) of Anette and Peter's two sons, and driven to Saltholmen on the Atlantic Ocean side of Goteborg, stretching out from which is an archipelago of islands, on some of which communities live. We didn't catch the ferry to any of the islands, but I had pointed out to me along th way the housing of some of the more wealthy residents. Felix intended to show me two extremes: one being the houses in the Saltholmen area and the other in a different part of Goteborg where the less fortunate live. After walking around the harbour for a time we caught the No. 11 tram into the city where we ate at a salad bar, however, because we were late starting out and because we had somewhere else to be by 7.00pm, we didn't make the second of the two extremes.

On the way back to the car by tram was the first time since my arrival in Sweden I'd noticed how quickly night time descends. It was broad daylight when leaving Goteborg and twenty minutes later we were in complete darkness.

Anette had bought us tickets for an ice hockey game between the Goteborg team and a visiting team. We met up with her shortly before the game was to start at 7.00pm. Now for someone who has never witnessed this sport, not even on TV, I saw it as quite a spectacle. The arena, in a building called the Scandinavium, looked like it had a capacity crowd with more than 11,000 spectators, but it was not full. Before the match there was a light show introducing the two teams, beamed onto the ice. Anette's elder son, Fabian (21 years) has been involved in the production of these shows, but he didn't do the one we watched tonight.

As I expected, the game was fast, colourful, and intensely fought with a few 'sin-binnings', and the occasional 'fight' which never amounted to anything that warranted a referee (of which there are three) taking action against any player. If a player is in the sin bin and the opposing team scores a goal that player is immediately allowed to re-enter the play, irrespective of the amount of time he has served. There were lots of heavy collisions between players against the wall as they competed for the puck. To deliberately collide with another player when not competing for the puck, is a sin binning offence. Each team has five players and their goal keeper on the field at any one time, but the five players seemed to be replaced by by one of the other twenty five members of the squad every three to four minutes. These changeovers are seamless, not requiring a stop in play. In between the three twenty minute periods of play the playing surface is topped with a film of water to fill in the marks left by the skates. The local team won by 5 goals to 1. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, but I'm not sure I'd rush to watch another game. Aber auch werbewirksame texte, die ein bestimmtes ziel verfolgen, gehren filme wie ghostwriter zu meinem arbeitsalltag, da ich in der unternehmenskommunikation und im vertrieb eines fachverlages ttig bin

Pixbo – October 26

This afternoon Anette and I went to the Goteborg Konstmuseum (art gallery, contemporary and otherwise) to see an exhibition by Mexican artists Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera. By the time they married in 1929, Rivera, who was 21 years Kahlo's senior, had already established himself as a prominent mural painter, not only in Mexico, but in the USA and Europe. Rivera had returned to Mexico after the 1921 revolution which saw the establishment of a socialist government. Many of his murals were on official buildings and often depicted workers and indigenous peoples' struggles against colonialism.

Kahlo, who died in 1954 aged just 47 years, was relatively unknown in her lifetime, but her popularity has risen significantly in recent decades. Many of her paintings, which are self-portraits, have been interpreted to reflect her private emotional suffering, part of which arose from the tumultuous relationship she had with her not too faithful husband. When she painted her face it was with severe, black eyebrows which met in the middle, along with facial hair both above and below her lips. On Tuesday night we watched a DVD called 'Frida', a portrayal of her life. It helped put into perspective events taking place in her life when she was painting some of the works in the exhibition.

The Australian connection in 'Frida' was Geoffrey Rush playing Leon Trotsky, who was granted political asylum in the 1920's by the Mexican Government, and who was assasinated while in Mexico at the instigation of Stalin. Kahlo and Trotsky are depicted in the movie as having had an affair while Trotsky and his wife were living in the Kahlo/Rivera house. Artistic license? I don't know.

I visited the same Goteborg Museum last time I was here in June 2009. I noticed in the 2011-2012 program that “children and youths up to 25 years: free admittance” and that a season ticket, which incidentally allows admission to four other museums, costs just 40 Swedish Kroners, or about $5.90 Aus. (Sweden did not adopt the Euro as it's currency even though it is a member of the European Union)

We came home to a dinner prepared by Peter, although Anette went out immediately to sing in a 'church' choir which she does each Wednesday. Each Tuesday it's a 'rock' choir. Both she and Felicia will be singing at Peter's father's funeral next month.

Hit for new wave band tears for fears, the original is a synth-heavy affair pro-essay-writer.com with a driving mid-tempo pace, like the early part of a night at the club

Pixbo – October 24 & 25


The fine, sunny weather continues. Peter rode his motor cycle to work – an indication that conditions are still favourable. If there is the possibility of ice on the road it's enough to change from two to four wheels.

I was surprised to learn the Swedish view on funerals, or at least the conduct of them in relation to the time of death. Peter's father died in mid-October but his funeral will not take place until mid-November. I find this extraordinary. Funerals are meticulously planned, and can only be had on certain days of the week because that's when the church will accommodate them. In times gone by if you died in the winter the body would be put outside where it would freeze and 'keep' until the summer time when the soil was soft enough to dig a grave. I can imagine this still happening in the more remote northern parts of the country.

After Anette returned from physiotherapy we drove a short distance from her home to Gunnebo Castle, which really isn't a castle, but the former summer house of a wealthy Goteborg businessman. Built in the last decade of the eighteenth century, today it boasts one of the best preserved gardens of the French baroque style. This style reached it's height of popularity during the latter half of the seventeenth century. In this style the main house is central to the garden which narrows the further away from the house you go, and where you have to go into the garden to actually appreciate an aspect of it. The garden of the Palace of Versailles is one of the best known examples. The house was bought in the 1950's by the local council, Moindall Municipality. In June 2001 Sweden hosted an EU Summit in Goteborg. The summit's guests lunched at Gunnebo Castle as guests of the Swedish Prime Minister.

I helped out a little today by carting firewood from a storage area to the wood cellar. I enjoyed doing some physical work, my first since mowing lawns when back in Australia last August. Now this raises an interesting contrast between something that is done nationally and something that is done locally. Sweden don't produce any of it's power from fossil fuel. They do have nuclear power, but about 50% of their needs comes from hydro generation. However, when it comes to private house they collectively don't mind burning a forest or two during a winter. Some households now tap into thermal hot water several hundred metres below the earth's surface to heat

their houses.


I busied myself for a couple of hours this morning straightening things out in the wood cellar so that a lot more wood will fit into it than would otherwise have been the case. The outside temperature never got above six degrees today so working in
the cellar with the hot furnace nearby was a treat. I had the house to myself. Home alone in Pixbo.

This afternoon I went for a 7km walk which took me through the gardens of Gunnebo Castle, down to a lake and along it's edge before heading back to a pine forest from where I started. Most of the tracks are now covered with a carpet of autumn leaves. Lots of the trees are looking spectacular with their red, orange and yellow leaves. Green is quickly disappearing.

Yesterday when Anette and I were at Gunnebo we had lunch at a cafe located in a building that once was the living quarters of castle's servants. The cafe uses its own gardens to grow herbs and vegetables for use in its food. All food is grown organically. Lunch, which was vegetarian, was delicious, as was the pie and cream we had with a cup of tea after a walk in the gardens. It's hard to imagine what this place would be like blanketed with snow and with children out on weekends sledding down the slopes.

When michael andrews was commissioned to produce a version for the soundtrack to cult do my my homework film donnie darko, he enlisted his friend gary jules and, together, they stripped mad world down to its naked core

Bad Salzhausen – October 21-22; Gothenburg – October 23


Today was my last day of teatment: local hyperthermia, infusions and magnetic field therapy. I'll have breakfast at the clinic tomorrow after which there will be a wait until 2.00pm before sharing a taxi to Frankfurt with Sylvia, an English woman with whom I've shared a number of meals, together with an English couple Arthur and Hillary. We've all played scrabble together after dinner on Arthur's iPad. Sylvia is in that group of young women which seems to be over represented at the clinic. I've previously made this observation and it remains an abiding reminder that not everyone is fortunate enough to make it to the other side of fifty before a cancer

We had a very foggy morning. We wake to streets which always seem to be wet from the condensation in the previous night's air. I assume this will be the case until winter arrives.

I've enjoyed my time at the clinic. It's not like any other place I've been for treatment. All the staff with whom I've had the most contact, nursing and dining room, have always been pleasant and helpful to me. The dining room chats with the
patients can be uplifting, full of laughter, instructive, and just plain pleasant. They
are, for me, and I'm sure for most other patients, part of the therapy which helps to heal.

The beanie I bought myself a few days ago has become a blessing on my afternoon walks into Nidda and the morning stroll from my hotel to the clinic when the air can
be crisp and cold. There's always a new face at the clinic. After breakfast this
morning I spoke with Mike, an Australian, at the clinic for the second time. Some people have a particularly hard road to hoe. What I find interesting about conversations like I had with Mike is that they can be wide ranging, but there will be something I've spoken about that resonates with the other person, and vice versa, which they want to know more about: I get the sense that what is picked up upon is what will give that person an extra sense of hope.

A stay at Clinic Herzog results in lots of good-bye hugs, and those short conversations where you wish each other the best and healthiest of lives. Today was no different.
Sisters, Sharon and Eileen from Idaho and Virginia respectively, were at the clinic as
support for their mum, Ginny. A couple of mornings ago I introduced them,
unsuccessfully, to that great Australian spread, Vegemite. Eileen, a vet, suggested it might be a good substance for concealing tablets to be taken by a medicine-shy dog. I later responded that an American dog (not knowing on what side its bread was buttered) was more likely to discard the Vegemite and mistakenly take the medication as a better option.

I also said my goodbyes to Om and Beila from New Delhi. Beila was the support
person. We, like I've done with many others both at the clinic and while in Abadiania, exchanged email addresses. They'd like me to contact them when I visit India, which I will in the not too distant future because I feel that the the south of that country, in particular, is richly spiritual. Finally I said my farewells to Hillary (who has the cancer) and Arthur, who are from the south of England. Over dinner especially, we've shared lots of stories and laughter. Looking forward to the fun to be had at the dinner table made it a time to look forward to.

After the taxi dropped off Sylvia at Frankfurt airport I soon arrived at my hotel. Don't expect to do any sightseeing if you choose a hotel close to the airport. There was a small shopping centre across the road. I strolled there for a look around after booking into the hotel. I wandered into a liquor store. An odd place to visit, you might think, for someone who doesn't drink alcohol, but I needed to while away some time. It was a barn-sized outlet. What is it about Germans and their beer? There was row upon row of the amber fluid in probably a hundred brands, not including at least thirty brands of alcohol-free beer. Now there's something serious brewing here
if you can have so many non-alcoholic beers. What intrigued me was the price per litre: dearer if you bought it by the single bottle as distict from a box of twelve or
twenty four. Some was a cheap as 60 cents/litre and the most expensive, $1.90/litre.

Dinner was at the hotel, which leads me to another observation about Germany: the emphasis on meat dishes. The menu, which was not extensive, contained just one vegetarian dish. Ah! The challenges of being a vegetarian abroad.
23.10.2011 – Gothenburg & Pixbo

I had very little sleep last night. Apart from not sleeping well I was up at 4.15am to make sure I caught the 4.55am shuttle bus to the airport. By 5.30am quite a long queue had built up at the check-in counter, however, German efficiency saw me at the counter in about fifteen minutes. I had two bags to check in, but the second would have cost me a��50. So after some hasty re-arranging to move liquids from one
to the other I was sitting down for breakfast by 6.00am. An Asian man (identified so as to not misleadingly imply him to be German) was demonstrating his grasp of the culture by putting some serious effort into a large mug of beer. Sitting not far from
me, in the shadow of a statue of the poet Goethe, after whom the cafe is named, was a woman making nice work of a carafe of red wine. A more serious case of time
dissonance I've not witnessed.

We had a fifteen minute delay in take-off while waiting for checked in baggage to be off-loaded after it's 'owner' did not show up to board the aircraft. I arrived in
Gothenburg to be greeted by Anette with her beaming, broad, beautiful smile. It was a gloriously sunny day as we drove to her home at Pixbo. The pilot had earlier said
how beautiful the weather would be at 6 degrees. Apparently today was exceptional after recent weeks which have been very wet. There was lots of talk about my recent adventures and what has occupied Anette and her family over the past year. Most of the catching up was over lunch and dinner which have been with Anette, her husband Peter, and their 12 year old daughter Felicia.
When they did, they discovered a song of proessaywriting.org haunting beauty, thoroughly reinventing mad world as a stark meditation on death

Bad Salzhausen – October 18 & 19


I toyed with the idea of going into Frankfurt today, having yesterday arranged my only treatment for 8.00am. However, before leaving my hotel I decided against it, preferring instead to get my blog up to date and read.

Last night I booked my fare to Gothenberg. I decided on a 7.30am flight via London. Direct flights are exhorbitantly expensive. I'm o'kay with a two and a half hour stopover at Heathrow. The flight will get me into Gothenberg a little after 1.00pm, a decent hour, especially so because my friend Anette will be picking me up. Between
now and Friday I'll make up my mind whether to stay in Bad Salzhausen on Saturday night or get a hotel in Frankfurt close to the airport. I intend to go into Frankfurt on Saturday to do a little sightseeing, and possibly meet up with someone I met in Brazil.

Not eating lunch is a real blessing. Being in the clinic is such a sedentary life: I just don't need the calories provided by three meals a day.

The weather had a bitter edge to it when I went on my walk this afternoon. The wind had a real chill to it. There weren't many locals out there. They probably knew better. It rained in the early evening.


I've woken to a cloudy sky. It rained during the night. As I looked out of my hotel
window across a lawn to the small pension next door I could see the kitchen staff busily going about their breakfast preparations. I love the cool mornings as I make my way to the clinic along the half kilometre of nearly deserted streets.

The days go by very quickly, especially when a morning is taken up with round after round of treatments. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred today: treatments, emailing, meals and chat. I bought myself a beanie. It came in handy on my afternoon walk into Nidda. Zur zeit studiere ich germanistik und literaturwissenschaften und erweitere meinen horizont durch klicken Sie auf diese Webseite das schreiben von texten in unterschiedlichen themenbereichen

Bad Salzhausen – October 16 & 17


Another beautiful autumn day. The crowds were out in the parklands walking he many paths. At the gradation works a line of people sat with their backs to the afternoon sun while they breathed in the cool, vibrant air. No one walks at speed around Bad Salzhausen: aged people with walking frames are common. It's rare to see a young person, except at the hospital where they are both patients and nurses. Occasionally I'll see a youthful jogger, very occasionally.

This afternoon I went to the Barus Circus which has been playing in Nidda for over a
week. It has just seven performers, apart from the animals: there's a lot of multi-tasking. A girl of about eight years of age sold popcorn before the show, performed as an acrobat/gymnast, did a supporting act as a belly-dancer, and finished by interacting in a comedy sketch with the clown. Children still squeal with delight at the antics of the clown and get into a complete mess while working their way through a mountain of fairy floss, nowadays, regretably called 'candy floss' by Australian children. (Don't get me started on language imperialism, or am I just old fashioned?)

Recalling the hysterical laughter of children reminded me of my own childhood. The
town in which I grew up had a festival each year. When I was about eleven years of age I went with some mates after school to the town hall where a section had been temporarily turned into a cinema. A silent, slapstick comedy film, probably from the 1920's, was showing. Word had gone around school that it was a 'must see'. In one scene a number of men were in line digging in a trench with picks. As a car drove over the men in the trench their upward swinging picks caught the rear axle of the car resulting in each being flung into the air one after the other. The laughter that this scene generated was of the knee slapping, give me oxygen so I can laugh some more, rocking backwards and forwards in my seat, tears running down my cheeks,
and looking at my friends and being assured and infected by their laughter, type. Later we swore amongst ourselves that if we watched the film a hundred times we
would laugh just as much. Laughs like these are the great immune boosters: we all need more of them.


This evenig before dinner we had another viewing, the third now, of the DVD 'Healing'. About a dozen of us watched it, a couple for the second, and for me the
third time. What an impactful film! Everyone who has watched it is moved by this thought provoking look at the healing that takes place in Abadiania. I'm so joyed I've had the opportunity to share it with so many others, some of whom I'm sure will make the journey to the Casa when their time is right.

The highlights of today's therapies were the foot reflexology followed immediately by a back massager. I allow myself to become fully immersed in these experiences.

Most of the patients who were here when I arrived have left. There are always new faces appearing at the clinic. As I've come to realise most of them have been here before, some many times. It seems to me they come for 'maintenance': topping up their therapies to keep their cancers in check. I've only heard of one patient say he is 'cancer free'. There's never going to be a shortage of patients, so pervasive is this disease.

Though only released as https://essayclick.net/ part of the film’s soundtrack in 2002, it attracted a cult following that ultimately led to a proper single release the following year

Bad Salzhausen – October 15

I left the clinic's breakfast around 8.30am to walk the 2km to Nidda without having my usual volume of food. I caught a train shortly after nine o'clock to what I thought was Glauberg where I intended to visit the nearby Celtic museum. My rail timetable referred to Glauberg-Stockheim, which is really Stockheim, a 3km walk from my destination. There is a different train company that operates a servce between Stockheim and Galuberg, but, as is often the case when traveling in unfamiliar places, you don't find out until it's too late. It's information that appears to not be known to the Tourist Office at Bad Salzhausen.

As is also often the case there are travel clouds with silver linings. I had just walked
into the centre of Glauberg when I stopped to look at a small map of the archeological park in which the Celtic Museum is located when a man approached me from his home across the street. I pointed to a brochure of the museum. He waved an arm and I pretended to understand his directions as I thanked him. I hadn't walked 40 metres in the direction of the museum when the same man pulled up in his car and waved me to get in. He drove me to the museum another couple of kilometres away. What a friendly gesture. He agreed to pose for a photograph.

The area where the museum is located is referred to as 'the Glauberg'. It was
occupied by the Celts about 2,500 years ago. This was well into the age of iron. Celts left no written records of their beliefs. They were influenced by other cultures when creating their own visual language, for example, when decorating practical items like jugs and swords. Around the Glauberg it is estimated they occupied enough land to grow crops to support 15,000 people and to support 3,000 head of cattle. At the site the bones of cattle, pigs, sheep and goats have been found. Barley and millet were their most important varieties of grain, and from pollen residues found in storage vessels its been determined that their drink of choice was mead wine fermented from honey and water. Celtic warriors reached Rome in 387BC and in the

third century into Greece and Asia Minor, however, with the gradual conquest of western Europe by Rome in the second century independent Celtic communities disappeared. Excavations, as recent as 2004-2009 uncovered another twenty new settlements. Fascinating!

My next stop was Budingen, about ten minutes down the rail line where I looked over an 'historic village'. The town developed out of housing for courtiers and servants outside the castle and was protected by statutes and privileges. The castle, erected in the 12th century as a moated fortress for the Count zu Ysenburg and Budingen,
has been occupied continuously since 1258 by over twenty generations of Ysenburgs. The late middle ages was the high point of Budingen's growth when the early 14th century wall around the town was replaced by a new fortfication more than two kilometres long with 22 towers. It is regarded nowadays as one of the best examples of the way defence architecture changed as a result of the invention of firearms. The town's houses are of the half timber and plaster/masonry type, and well preserved. Otherwise, the buildings are of stone. The only surviving gate, now called the “Jerusalem Gate”, the name of which is most likely derived from religious refugees who settled in the town in the 18th century, was built in 1503 with a drawbridge, to protect the easily accessible western side. These days you continue along the street that leads from the railway station and you will end up at these gates.

It was a great day, but I have to say, an exhausting one. Dark and devastating as it https://buyresearchpapers.net/ was, mad world clearly resonated with listeners in a time of war

Bad Salzhausen – October 13 & 14


Some people face enormous burdens: I spoke today with a woman who was dealing with her fourth cancer since 1999, three primaries and one metastic. There are many who have been to the Herzog clinic several times. I had breakfast with a couple from New Delhi. They are on their ninth visit without ever having looked in their own backyard where there are, or have been, many healers like Sai Baba who died earlier this year. The wife of the man who has the cancer, said they were now prepared to look closer to home.

On christmas of 2003, https://proessaywriting.org/ writing a research paper it was a 1 hit in the u

Bad Salzhausen – October 10 – 12


More of the same today: local hyperthermia on the prostate, infusions, magnetic field therapy, back massage, and foot reflexology. I had a consultation this afternoon with Dr. Herzog about my progress and where I go from here. I have decided not to have any more local hyperethermia on my stomach after this week, but will have a further three treatments next week on my prostate, making a total of eight treatments for the prostate. I have also decided not to have moderate full body hyperthermia, and, of course, chemotherapy is inappropriate for me unless I have extreme full body hyperthermia which is not warranted in my circumstances. I have another
consultation this coming Friday to review the first two weeks and discuss next week's treatments.

I decided to stop eating lunch, feel better for it, and look forward to dinner. There isn't enough of a gap between breakfast ending at 10.00am and lunch beginning at 12 midday.

It's good to get out for my afternoon walk. I'm doing between 4km and 8km each walk. Sometimes the sun would break through but mostly it held itself back allowing for a cool afternoon.


A couple of the patients I've got to know have left: one yesterday and the other today. There's something comforting about walking into the dining room and seeing a familiar, friendly face, or just passing one in the corridors.

Sometimes we are a messenger and do not realize we have a message to deliver. On my second day here I told a story I had heard in Abadiania. It involved distant
healing. It is possible to take a photograph of a loved one, or perhaps a friend before the entities who will suggest a course of treatment, if needed. The man who told the story presented a rather bad faxed copy of a photograph of his sister. On an earlier occasion he had presented a photograph of the same sister. On that occasion the entities had prescribed herbs. When the faxed photo was presented he was told by the entity that his sister had not taken the first lot of herbs and questioned why further help should be given when the earlier course of treatment was not followed.
The fact that his sister had not taken the herbs was unknown to him nor to any member of the family, and came as a shock. But he was able to get help a second time for his sister.

Simone, a young New Yorker, with a particularly difficult diagnosis heard me tell the story. She said she had also received this same type of distant healing and had failed to complete her herbs. Inexplicably to her, of all the pills and supplements she could have brought with her to Germany, she brought her herbs. She made up her mind to get back onto them immediately. When saying good bye to her this morning she said she was glad to have met me. I don't need to know why: there's more than a touch of ego in making that enquiry. It's sufficient to feel the warmth that comes from believing I may have helped her in some way.


In the parklands of Bad Salzhausen is the Gradation works. Some call it an inhaleatorium. It's where salt water trickles through black thorn twigs stacked about 3 metres high in two back to back rows about 15 metres long. The air that rises from this process has a high water vapor content. It is regarded as restorative. People can be seen walking around this rectangular structure doing lap after lap breathing in the cool air vapour.

Simone, who I mentioned in the previous post, tells the story with some amusement, of the child-like fasciation of a woman who intently watched her walk this circuit before she had had a half kilogram tumour surgically removed from the right side of her chest. Don't you remember admonishing your children with, “Don't stare!”.

It rained today, but this did not deter me from my afternoon walk into Nidda. One of the more unusual shops in Nidda, probably because it seems so incongruously located there, is 'John's Shop'. In the street display window can be seen all manner of
automatic and semi-automatic rifles, handguns and knives, along with camoflouage clothes and bedding, and the United States and German flags. I was told that they shoot wild boar in this area. I'm afraid there wouldn't be much of a wild boar left if you let loose with one of these 'little babies'.

Tonight a few of us again watched the DVD 'Healing', about the healing work that is done in Abadiania. It's easy to see why it won a cinematography award: it's beautifully shot.

In fact, this version of mad world would reveal the song’s timeless appeal

Bad Salzhausen – October 8 & 9


My highlight today was moving into my hotel. The room is three times as big and much better appointed than was my clinic room. From the little contact I’ve had with the hotel owners, Joanna and Wolf, they appear to be a lovely couple. I’m now an outpatient. If in future I suggest to anyone else to come to the Herzog clinic, depending upon their particular circumstances, I would also suggest they consider a week at the clinic followed by the balance of their time at a hotel.

I had local hyperthermia this afternoon on my stomach for the lymphoma, followed in
the late afternoon by a walk in the brisk air and fading sunlight. A lot of the day was
taken up, or at least it seemed that way, with eating and chatting. Clinic life isn’t all that bad.


Today’s highlight was definitely watching the DVD ‘Healing’. I mentioned in one of my Abadiania posts about buying it. It’s an award winning film about Medium Joao and the healing which occurs at the Casa. About a dozen of us watched it before lunch.
For some of us it was a tearful experience, especially when hearing the stories of
healing. In an early scene when I saw the Casa I felt a very strong connection in my heart. It was the first time I’d watched the film and I’m sure I’ll watch it many more times, hopefully when I’m sharing the experience with others. Today’s viewing may be the catalyst for some present to visit Abadiania.

I’m definitely putting on weight: I feel it and I can see it on my waist line. I realise I don’t have to eat every meal, but I do. I enjoy the socialising that accompanies them. I compensated by going for an hour and half walk this afternoon.

The temperature are definitely getting colder. I woke to a very misty morning. On
my walk today a breeze was biting into my hands. Tonight, around 8.00pm as I returned in light rain to the hotel after dinner, there was no one on the street. And
this is just the Autumn. Aufgrund meines breiten bei der Seite interessenspektrums beschftige ich mich mit vielen topics und arbeite mich gerne ein

Bad Salzhausen – October 6 & 7


I was woken again by the nurse. Not a bad thing. It means I’m sleeping well. This morning I had my consultation with Dr Herzog. It was pleasing for me to hear him not suggest chemotherapy as part of my treatment plan. Local hyperthermia will be my principal therapy.

I was very excited to get the results of the PSA test I did last Tuesday before I commenced any of the clinic’s therapies. What I achieved was solely the result of the healing I sought and received in Brasil: my meditations and spiritual healing. My PSA
has gone down from 26, as measured in Australia before traveling to Brasil, to 20.5, a reduction of 21%. You may recall that in one of my Abadiania posts on my blog I
said I believed I could cure my prostate cancer if I sat in the Medium’s Current long enough. I had in mind six months. However, now that I’m here in Germany having treatment I won’t be able to test out my belief, but what I have achieved with the PSA reduction confirms for me the belief I have in the healing that is available at the Casa.

I went for a walk this afternoon to a nearby village, stopping on the way there and back at the lithium spa for a drink of this highly mineralised water. After this it was to the infusion room where for an hour I received two infusions different to the
previous ones, namely one for the lymphatic system and the other a detoxifyer.

Today I decided to become an outpatient from Saturday afternoon onwards. I reserved hotel accommodation for two weeks. I won’t know until the end of
treatment how much I’ll save, but for a room alone I’ve gone from a��70/night to a��30/night. I can get three meals a day at the clinic for about a��18. Food at the clinic is not part of the room fee, it’s part of general care which costs a��350/day. The cost of local hyperthermia (a��200/hour) is additional to the general care fee. Oh, to have this treatment available in Australia.


Getting woken by the nurse is becoming a bit of a habit, but I don’t mind. Next week three of my five local hyperthermia sessions begin before 8.00am so I expect to be embracing some cold mornings on my walk from the hotel, about 300 down the main street from the clinic.

The weather’s turned cold: a far cry from what it was a few days ago with temperatures of 25 degrees plus. Today it rained lightly on and off. On my walk this afternoon I needed to put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm.

Today felt like a slow day. There was not much energy in the air. It must be the change if seasons. Meal times seem to come around very quickly. It’s like I’ve no sooner finished one meal and I’m due to sit down for the next. Most social interaction occurs at meal times. There’s not a lot, at least by me, at other times. Although last night and tonight I did watch a DVD with a few of the patients. Nearly everyone has a support person: a parent, sibling, partner or friend. Some support people don’t stay for the whole of the treatment period, but this seems rare. I
certainly don’t feel like I need one. But they are necessary for some patiets, especially the ones who have to have full body hyperthermia, and in particular, the extreme version of it where the temperature is at it’s highest. Those who come out of this look wasted, but surprisingly recovery time is quite short. It seems that in next to no time they are back at the meal table eating and smiling. I’m aware that patients are so bad they are confined to their room.

I had local hyperthermia on my prostate this morning. I’m not sure of the unit of measurement used to measure the heat energy, but today I was on 110, up from 80 last Wednesday. 110 is about as hot as I want it. Some patients get burned by the heat, especially if it has to pass through several layers of fat to get to the tumour, and also when some of the heat is reflected back to the surface by bone that it has to pass through on its way to the tumour. I’ve got just one therapy session tomorrow, local hyperthermia just after lunch.

Putting aside the fact that the composition was reclaimed from the mellotronic scrapheap of the early 80s, this version has a funny habit of turning back up on the charts why not try out there every few years

Bad Salzhausen – October 4 & 5


What a great sleep I had last night. I didn't wake until after 7.00am. I hope this is a sign of things to come. A nurse was in my room by 7.30am taking my blood pressure, pulse and blood oxygen level. This will be a daily occurrence. I also got a chit outlining all the tests I was to have today (blood for PSA and a swag of other things, lung function and ECG).

One of the first things I noticed when I sat in the garden terrace and joined in conversations with others was how willing and open they were to talk, especially
about their illness. It's an obvious point, but one still worth making, that people who find their way here to Germany are very accepting of those other therapies we call complimentary in Australia.

Food is an important part of the therapy at the clinic, but it is not anywhere near as strict as is the Gawler Foundation diet. Here there is dairy, sauces and sugar. Some of the food tastes quite salty. They tolerate smoking by patients, and staff. Their emphasis is definitely on the hyperthermia and complimentary therapies like massage, magnetic field, oxygen therapy, and ozone infusion. Chemotherapy in varying
strengths is used extensively for those undergoing full body hyperthermia.

This afternoon I had my first local hyperthmia session. It was on my stomach where I have some remaining lymphatic system tumour. For this treatment you lie on a water bed (very comfortable) and the heating device is positioned over the area to be treated. The arm, which has the heating device attached to it, is clamped into position. I could hardly feel any warmth. The energy which is delivered by the device can be regulated, depending, amongst other things, upon the nature of the cancer, it's location and the tolerance of the patient.


Today was a full round of treatments and tests: local hyperthermia for my prostate, magnetic field therapy over the prostate region, oxygen therapy, ozone therapy, back massage and ultra sound. During the hour I'm having the local hyperthermia I like to do a visualisation in which I see the heat destroying the cancer cells. I can achieve quite a good meditative state. While having this therapy oxygen is ingested via tiny tubes placed in the nose. The ozone therapy involves taking a quantity of blood intravenously, saturating it with oxygen and returning it to the body via the same way it was extracted. Magnetic field therapy involves lying in a cylinder about 25cm wide for half an hour. I placed my hands in the cylinder in the belief that if it was good for the cancer it may have some beneficial effect on the osteoarthritis in my finger joints.

I'm enjoying the meals and the conversations that go with them. There are a lot of nice people who have cancer. It's particularly disturbing to see so many young people at the clinic, both male and female, but predominantly women. I heard a
disturbing conversation today: one of the patients from the USA was asking other patients from there if they knew of an oncologist in the US would be prepared to treat him after returning home. Apparently, those who come here from the US find it near impossible to get follow up treatment when they return home because US oncologists reject the German system. It does sound like personal and professional prejudices being put before patient care. I would like to think that this attitude does not exist in Australia.

While on my walk this afternoon I tasted the mineral water from all three spas. The lithium spa is by far the most preferable. This seems to be the view of everyone I've spoken with.

Dr Herzog came to my room tonight to let me know he would discuss my treatment plan with me tomorrow.

There was some discussion today about how much cheaper it is to become an out-
patient. That is, live in a nearby hotel and pay for all treatments on an item by item basis. I'm thinking about it, but will not make a decision until after I discuss my treatment plan with Dr Herzog tomorrow.
Modern rock charts in march of 2004, and again briefly flirted with billboard after being featured in a well-received 2006 ad for the video game gears of war, and charted once again after it was performed by writing an essay by https://writemyessay4me.org a contestant on american idol in 2009

Bad Salzhausen – October 3

After a short encounter with Immigration at Zurich Airport, the details of which I won't go into just yet, I made my connectng flight to Frankfurt where I was picked up by a driver from the clinic and driven 70 kilometres north-east to Bad Salzhausen, the village in which the clinic is located.

Already the leaves are beginning to turn: there were reds, crimsons, oranges, yellows, and browns silently announcing the arrival of autumn. Large areas of farmland had been harvested. Preparation was underway for the next crop. There were stretches of vivid green pastures. The 27 degree temperature was quite unexpected.

Bad Salzhausen is blessed with huge parklands with cobweb-like walking tracks. It's just a couple of kilometres to nearby villages. Bad Salzhausen appears to be a place visited mostly on weekends. Today was a public holiday. The two outside cafes I saw were filled with patrons eating large slices of cakes accompanied by giant cups of coffee. The town is known for its mineral spas: there are three main ones. I tried the water at one of them. The initial taste was quite overwhelming with salt. The therapeutic value in 'taking the water' is well recognised. The village has its spa pool where you can enjoy the mineralied water at 32 degrees. The population is an ageing one.

I had an IV port put in my arm this evening. It will remain until my treatment is complete. It made me feel like a cancer patient for the first time. I don't like feeling this way. I suppose it comes from the association I make between an IV port and the administration of chemotherapy. I was given Vitamin C snd B intravenously. This will occur for the first three days.

I'm enjoying the food which is largely vegetarian but unlike that to which I've been
subjected while a hospital patient, or that I've seen when visiting a hospital.

I watched TV until midnight in the belief that if I went sleep really tired I would have the best chance of getting my sleep pattern in order much quicker than my two recent substantial time zone changes. I flicted between CNN which was covering the acquittal for murder by an appeals court in Farrugia, Italy of the young American woman who has been in prison for the past four years, and the German equivalent of the Oscars. The film awards occupied most of my time. As the cameras panned across the crowd there were none of those post-pubescent types you see at the
Oscars: it was a much more mature audience, as were the recipients of the vast majority of the awards. One of the pre-award ceremony interviewers, a man, demonstrated a couple of unfamiliar techniques, ones you wouldn't see at the Oscars, or in Australia. He asked the women to open their purses to reveal what they had inside, and later, after positioning himself near the women's toilets, stopped those leaving and enquired how they managed to keep their hemlines off the toilet floor. The women played along and didn't appear in the least embarrassed. I found this 'open' approach quite refreshing.

Each time mad https://eduessayhelper.org world finds its way back onto the charts, it defies expectation

This is, after all, Abadiania

“Can you speak English?” was the question being directed at those occupying tables near me. I had seen this young woman, the one asking the question, earlier. Her extremely slight build had caught my attention as I stood at the counter at Fruttis waiting to be served. I was sitting at my table with my journal and iPad opened in front of me when the question was finally directed at me. I answered, “Yes”. The woman sat down, and looking at what I had in front of me asked if I was a writer. I said, “I write, but I'm not a writer”. She told me she was a writer. “Can I ask you a question?” she enquired. “Sure”, I replied. There was a 'I'm a little embarrassed to ask this question' look on her face. She then said, “Can animals write on the other side?”. I understood immediately she was asking me when animals die and cross over
to the spirit world do they have the ability to write? I considered this most unusual enquiry and said, “If animals do have a spirit that passes into another dimension, and in that dimension there is such a concept as writing, then if the animal did not have the ability in this life to write it probably would not have that ability in the next.” She seemed satisfied with my answer, got up as abruptly as she had sat down and left.

Every question is deserving of a considered response, no matter what. This is, after all, Abadiania.

Jenny, one of the UK group staying at the same pousada as me, told me of the problem she was having with her sight, which was failing her. Close to the end of her stay she went before Medium Joao electing to have a physical operation. For those unfamiliar with the physical operation, most are done either by scraping the surface of the eye with a scalpel or other type of knife, or inserting a piece of wadding clamped between the ends of a pair of medical clamps, up the nose about 10cm, holding the head forward and pulling the instrument rapidly out of the nose. These two operations are done for a variety of conditions, neither if which, according
to the entities are necessary, but, as humans we feel more convinced and are more likely to believe that healing is taking place if there is some physical evidence of it.

While having her eye scraped Jenny had with her her prescription glasses which I was later told by someone else had cost her a goodly sum. After the operation the entity, acting through Medium Joao, took hold of the glasses, snapped them in two while telling her, “You won't be needing these anymore!” I'm waiting for a report from the UK.

Faith is all that's required. This is, after all, Abadiania.

Sitting at a meal at the pousada after most of the UK group had left were Rob, Torgunn, a Norwegian woman, and me. Torgunn was describing the family farm she had recently acquired when Rob asked her what she was going to do with it. “I'd like to teach people how to communicate with the elves.” Naturally, my curiosity quickly reached boiling point at the mention of this most unusual choice of occupation. In
this and ensuing conversations I learned how Torgunn could not see the elves but they communicated with her; how they had led her to a beautiful part of the property she had not previously seen (This in itself was extraordinary because not only was it
near the farm house but she had a great familiarity with the property, it having been in her family for decades, although not lived in for many years.); how there are fruit and vegetable angels who communicate with the elves about the correct way to make things grow; and how she was worried about her village finding out about her proposed occupation and the reaction they might have to it. I have to say that on a couple of occasions I purposely directed the conversation to elves, it having caught
my imagination like no other topic was able. Because there were so many cat lovers in the group it was for me a blessed relief and far, far more interesting to talk about elves than cats. Rob suggested to Torgunn that if she was going to use the farm for that sort of work she would have to concern herself with 'occupational, elf, and safety, and later asked, in the event of her being injured, would she be relying on 'National elf'. She took it in good spirit after what was not lost in translation was explained.

The variety of conversation topics is boundless. This is, after all, Abadiania.

Texte verfasst zu epson druckerpatronen bachelorarbeit korrekturlesen tipps und toner versprechen qualitt

Abadiania – October 1-2


It was a good day, starting with a group of us going to the waterfall around 9.00am. This is a very special place; spiritually significant; a place to visualise the cleansig of our physical, mental, emotional and spiritual bodies as the water tumbles onto our head and streams down to our feet. The chill of the water can literally make true the expression “takes your breath away”. But you need no more than a couple of minutes.

On the way back to the pousada I stopped at the Casa for my second last meditation
of this visit to Abadiania. Following this I spent a half hour on a crystal bed. What a head spin when I sat up. These beds really get the energy field excited.

In the late afternoon I did my last meditation. When I looked back on my notes I was pleased to see that I had done at least four hours per day for every day I have been in Abadiania. I came here to meditate intensively. That is what I have done.
The meditations were intended to prepare me for; to make me more receptive to; and to enhance the healing power of the treatments I will undertake in Germany. I feel I have achieved this in abundance.


My taxi arrived 15 minutes ahead of time but ended up waiting for me beyond my scheduled departure time allowing me to finish breakfast and say my goodbyes. Nick, Rob and I went to the waterfall at 6.00am for Rob and my last experience of this wonderful place. Nick and his wife Gemma were guides for the group of UK residents whom I befriended. All the group had left before today bar Rob who was
to leave later in the day with Gemma. I warmed to Rob early on: a good wit, some of which I'll share when I come to do a piece about my more unusual conversations
and observations while in Abadiania.

I was at Brasilia airport more than two hours before my flight was due to leave. The flight out over Brasilia saw the well to do suburbs with their big houses and swimming pools sharing one thing in common with their not so well to do neighbors: the ubiquitous red soil that leaves it's stain everywhere. Brasil has just entered
spring when the rain is supposed to arrive. There is no green around at the moment, but it will soon be there in abundance.

It was a ten and a half hour flight to Zurich. I flew with Swiss Air. There always seemed to be a member of the crew walking the aisles offering something, particularly water for which I was grateful. I got some sleep, but not much. I was
more concerned to keep exercising so as to avoid a DVT. I changed time zones by five hours. Getting closer to Australia.

Eerie, funereal and indelible, mad world taps into the human experience with an unflinching honesty that never seems to https://order-essay-online.net/ date

Abadiania – September 28-30


Today was another four o’clock wakening. I did some work on previous posts on my blog until it was time to get up. I noticed soon after waking I was a little light headed. This feeling has been with me all day. I particularly noticed it after today’s crystal bed when I had to steady myself by holding onto a chair, and following the two meditation sessions. No condition surprises me in Abadiania.

I found both today’s two hour meditation sessions tougher than doing two three and a half hour sessions. The two hour sessions are without dialogue or suggested
visualisations, whereas these are integral parts of the longer sessions when Medium

Joao is working. Also today I felt the energy in the Medium’s Current Room (where I
have been sitting these past three weeks) much less intense than when healing is happening.

The first session was made all the more difficult because of a pulsating osteo-arthritic spot on my right knee. Every time it pulsed I received a shot of pain. The pulses continued throughout the two hours, sometimes just one second apart and sometimes as long as ten seconds in between. The situation eased enough this afternoon to not regularly capture my attention.

While walking this afternoon my attention was caught by a dark red fruit, heart shaped, with a solid olive green coloured tail attached to the point of the fruit. When I enquired I was told the tail was a cashew nut. Looking at it again with this knowledge I could see the that the tail had the characteristic cashew nut crescent shape.


Sometimes there is much similarity about my days in Abadiania: wake early, check emails, shower, breakfast at 7.00am, meditation etc. Do I mind? No! There’s something very comforting about this familiar life, but it can throw up some very quirky, unusual or hard to believe conversations and experiences. I will do a separate post about these at the end of my time here.

The crystal beds really do impact on one’s energy field. I had another session under
the crystals after this morning’s meditation. During the twenty minutes I fell asleep and in that space between sleep and consciousness I could hear myself breathing
extraordinarily rapidly. As soon as I came into consciousness my breath immediately returned to normal. It was like I was separated from myself listening to me breathe and when I realised it was me, turn off the rapid breath instantly. When I stood up at the end of the session, about five minutes after the breathing episode, I felt so light in the head.

This afternoon’s two hour meditation was tough: tough in the sense that there was one recurring topic that kept imposing itself upon my focus. This happens when out
of the meditation situation there is something on our mind: we take it into the meditation wth us.

My walking clothes are in the wash and so I didn’t go for a walk this afternoon. I put on a load of washing at 11.00am. When I checked for the second time at 4.30pm the washing cycle was still not complete. Even allowing for a two hour power outage
this afternoon, this would have to be one of the slowest washing machines on the planet, if not the universe. When I asked what time my washing would be finished a
pousada staff member could only offer me a shrug of her shoulders. Patience is
something to be learned both within meditation and otherwise.


I saw a phenomenon today I’d never previously witnessed: a rainbow encircling the sun. When we emerged from this morning’s meditation at 10.00am a number of
people were looking and urging others to look skywards. There it was! A perfect circular rainbow with the sun at it’s centre. I managed to get a photograph of it. There was a second circle, white, which intersected the sun rainbow. It was too big to photograph in its entirety with my camera but I did photograph a section of it where it intersected the sun circle. Very, very special.

The meteorological explanation is that this phenomenon is caused by the sun shining upon tiny ice particles within clouds about 10,000 metres above the earth. The sun reflects and refracts the colours within the particles. It often means that rain is on
the way. But why does the reflected and refracted light end up as concentric circles around the sun? Assuming there is a complete cloud cover containing ice particles between the sun and the earth, why not a rainbow disc? Maybe it is a disc and all we see is the outer edge.

In some belief systems it is known as a Sunbow or Whirling Rainbow and is a sign that great change is on the way. It has also been understood as “s sign to people of the necessity to live a life in respect and harmony with all creations that make life possible: plants, animals, waters, minerals, fires, winds, and other human beings”.

The Abadiania explanation, at least by one person associated ith the Casa, is that it’s an ascension portal and there are at present spirits ascending.

Of today’s two meditation sessions I felt this morning’s went very quickly, but this afternoon’s tested me a little towards the last half hour. I was a lot more focused today compared with yesterday. I’ve just one day of Casa meditations to go and then it’s off to Germany.

Ferienhausurlaub in der italienischen region pescara pokmon schwarz und wei strmen ghostwriter hausarbeit using https://ghostwriter-hilfe.com/ die us-verkaufscharts

Abadiania – September 27

I awoke at 4.00am. At 4.30am I started a meditation, in bed. Those who practise meditation will know how thoughts come and go. Often we engage in ‘the story’ of the thought without being aware we are doing it. At the point of realisation we can choose to continue engaging in the story or return to our point of focus. Obviously, we need to return to the point of focus otherwise we could hardly call it a meditation if we knowingly continue to engage the story. We can be quite unaware of how much time has elapsed between the commencement of the story and the realisation that we have engaged in it. The other hazard of bedtime meditation is going to sleep and not realising it. So it was for me this morning: from time to time I came back to my point of focus without realising I probably had been sleeping in between. It was
5.40am before I stopped, unconvinced I had been meditating for the whole of the

When I arrived at the Casa the main hall was being cleaned and volunteers were preparing vegetables for the Casa soup. I wondered why this was happening if Medium Joao was not going to be here tomorrow. I later found out that tomorrow there will be two, two hour meditation sessions, 8.00am and 2.00pm. Very exciting that this is happening.

What I am about to describe about my Casa meditations today may seem to some
incredulous, but not to me. When I came to write up this part of my notes I could not remember the image I had of my prostate during this morning’s bedtime meditation. I started my first meditation at the Casa at 8.00am. The image of the prostate had changed from yesterday afternoon: now there was an enlarged prostate to the left of the picture and a solid mass about 3cm diametre to the right. I dissolved the mass to the right. What remained were a number of intersecting
circles. I then focused my attention on the enlarged prostate by directing energy into
it. At this point I left the meditation, went for a crystal bed after which I immediately commenced my second meditation.

The prostate had become even more enlarged: it was now the size of an eight year old child’s fist. In its centre was a dark mass. When I focused on this mass it
liquified and began swirling into different shapes, but all the time remaining a whole. I changed my focus to the outer perimeter of the prostate. The image I had was that it was only a casing and there was air space between it and the central liquid mass.
In a matter of seconds the casing, initially looking like it was made from thin leather, shrunk and finished up looking like a dried plum (prune). It encased the liquid mass after shrinking. I then directed my attention on what remained: it eventually
evaporated leaving me with a blank canvas. I decided to stop the meditation and write up my notes before I forgot any of the detail. I then anxiously awaited the afternoon meditations for the next installments of this fascinating voyage.

Something quite strange occurred this afternoon. I fully expected to go back to my visualisation and find a prostate for me to focus upon. The canvas was still blank,
almost. What I saw was the outline of my urinary tract up to where it joined my bladder. The image gave the appearance of me having had a radical prostatectomy (surgical removal of the prostate) and a surgical rejoining of the urinary tract to the
bladder. Three to four times I tried to impose the shape of a prostate on the blank canvas but immediately after I created the image it disappeared. I don’t know what all of this means but I’ll have a better idea when I get to Germany in less than a week’s time.

The weather was back to it’s old self this afternoon: while having my vitamin D session after lunch I could feel that the sun had it’s customary bite to it.

When her help on writing essays sophomore record, back to black, dropped in 2006, it was received with critical elation

Abadiania – September 26

Today's weather couldn't have been any more different. It was cool to cold: it rained a little during breakfast. I left for the Casa for my first meditation session in a warm jacket. By 10.00am when I'd finished this mediation, the sun was out but a light breeze persisted. Twenty minutes later I settled into my second meditation which passed so quickly. When opened my eyes I noticed that exactly on hour had passed.

Medium Joao is in New York this week. Most of the pousadas, cafes and other businesses are doing their 'spring clean' while numbers are down. There are now just four guests at our pousada, but it will be a full house again from October 4 when Medium Joao is back.

I didn't get my vitamin D time in the sun today because there wasn't any: it was overcast and trying to rain. I followed up my first hour of meditation this afternoon with a session on a crystal bed. I think I mentioned the crystal bed previously: this is bed over which seven crystals are suspended. Each crystal, which is positioned over one of the seven main chakras, has one of the seven colours of the spectrum shining
through it. A session last twenty minutes and costs R20.

After the crystal bed I sat in the Casa garden. On the road outside the Casa grounds
was a donkey harnessed to a cart. I witnessed the expession “stubborn as mule” play out. Try as he might, which included cussing and a crack across the rump with a rod, the young driver could not get the mule to move in the five minutes I watched. He went for help. I didn't wait to see this stationary drama play out. By the time I rerurned to the hall for my fourth meditation session the only concession the mule was prepared to make was to give his ears an occasional flicker. Mule 1 Driver 0.

All of my meditation sessions today were spent sending energy to the prostate while holding the intention that the energy was destroying the cancer cells within it.

What rain we've had has settled the dust along the roads I walk each afternoon. After dinner four of us went to the home of Nick and Gemma, an English couple who bring groups to Abadania and act as their guides while here to watch the film 'Nosso Lar' (Our Home) about life after death, based on a book by Chico Xavier which I read on my first visit to Abadiania.

The owners of the pousada are wanting to get some work done on a number of the
rooms, one of which was mine. I moved into a much nicer room: double bed, alcove with writing desk, and bigger bathroom, at no extra cost, for the remainder of my stay. Produced by popsmith mark ronson, proessaywriting.org back to black cast amy winehouse as a modern day ronnie spector