Karma on the Road

The next part of my "apprenticeship" bumped me up a grade to journeyman.

 

In July 1986 I met a (then) World famous seer.  I didn't seek him out to ask him any questions, our paths literally crossed and, as I stepped out of his way, he beckoned me to come to him right away. He then went on to tell me that, within 14 months, I would be healing and teaching full time. Up until then, this had not been in my plans. My hobby was to remain my hobby whilst I remained commercially active.

 

What actually happened was this:

By the middle of 1985 I had managed to build up two very successful enterprises. I was then offered some £300,000.00 to sell them. This offer I refused based upon my own forecast that the continuing growth would build the value up to five millions over the next 2 - 3 years. That would be the correct time to sell and the capital would generate sufficient interest to give me a very nice living for the remainder of my life.

Wrong choice.

The "message" was that it was time to give up commerce and to begin my real work.

As I refused the offer to sell, everything was taken away from me and two frauds bankrupted me within three months.

 

I wasted most of 1986 in unsuccessful attempts to get "my" money back.

 

1987 saw me driving a taxi for several months whilst giving the occasional healing treatment. Through an interesting sequence of contacts, a gentleman in Essen, Germany heard of me. He suffered with sciatica and had been told by the medicos that there is no cure and he would just have to take pain killers for the rest of his life. He came to me in London and, with two sessions over a weekend, we removed his problem. He, then, asked whether he could send some of his friends to me to which I replied, "I actually quite like Germany but seldom have the opportunity to get there. Why don't I come to you? Then you would only have to purchase one air ticket." And so it came to pass. I arrived in Germany to start work exactly 14 months to the day since the seer had foretold the event!

 

From Essen, the demand for my services literally exploded throughout Germany.

 

Here, I would like to digress back to the year 1960. After sitting the 11 plus examination, my marks were sufficiently high that I was provisionally accepted into the grammar school with the highest academic ranking in the region. When the final papers arrived, however, a completely different school was specified. No-one could discover where the mistake had been made and a correction was, therefore, "not possible". The school which I did attend was, at that time, one of only five in the whole of the United Kingdom which taught German rather than French as the second language. Twenty five years later, one learns why this happened!

 

The Autumn of '87 and the Spring of '88 showed an "interesting" life style: 2 - 3 weeks concentrated work in Germany followed by 1 - 2 weeks recovery in England.

 

In March 1988 I made the decision to give up any permanent residence. By that time, things had so moved that I was only in my London flat for 3 - 4 days each month. So I sold off what I could, put a few more things into storage, loaded my car with essentials and hit the road. This is how I lived for the next 14 months. A peripatetic healer driving from town to town across Europe trusting that in each place where I had promised to give treatments, someone would offer me a bed and that every few days I would have access to a washing machine and ironing board. A most interesting time.

 

In 1989 I took a part share in a flat in Dortmund which, although I was only there about 8 days per month, did allow me to get some things out of storage.

 

And so my peripatetic life continued until I was called to Haidhakan in September 1991 for "the final polish".