My daughter who has been very ill in hospital and still is posted this on her Facebook tonight and I thought like daughter like father.
As usual my baby gets it right x
As usual my baby gets it right x
In a favourite movie of mine Meet Joe Black, Brad Pit as death said “there are two things that are guaranteed in life Death and Taxes”.
So is the IRS more concerned with death or taxes?
I have been in a constant battle with the IRS since January 2019 the IRS is impossible to deal with, they ignore communications and instead continue to issue meaningless false notices, here’s the whole skinny: –
Until January this year I paid no tax on my small pension from the TRS (Teachers Retirement System). I pay my taxes in Malta and under the double taxation treaty this has always been the case. However, for the first time they suddenly started deducting tax at 30%, now this may not be a whole lot of money as far as most people are concerned but to me was a big slice of my US pension. Fortunately, most of my pensions come from the UK and they remain untaxed as they should be.
IRS Commissioner Charles Rettig recently said it was cheaper and easier for them to audit the poor as auditing the rich cost more in money and expertise, he asked the US government to give them more money to commence audits for the rich but for some reason the government don’t want to do that. Conflict of interest maybe? The whole scam of tax and the cost of recovering it could be settled easily with a more transparent and fair way of taxing people. Tax on what we consume, VAT, Power, etc. What is the point of trying to find hidden money, its like searching for a needle in a haystack?
Death and Taxes indeed, well my problems will not be the death of me, in fact perhaps I should send a copy of this deliberately short post to Charles Rettig (long words seem to be difficult for him.
When I started this blog, it evolved around The Buddha, but how many people understand Buddhism so maybe I should add my thoughts. Firstly, Buddhism is not a religion The Buddha sought the middle path and when he found it he shared it with others to save us having to go through the long journey he went through to find his enlightenment. He never expected to be worshipped as a god, he didn’t even preach that there is a god so why do we seek these spiritual experiences? There is something inherent in us that tells us there is more to life than just what we are today. Reincarnation, when we die, we don’t simply disappear whatever happens our atoms our being is reabsorbed back into the universe, I happen to believe in reincarnation but that’s for each of us to decide for ourselves.
So what about The Buddha? He was born a prince (Siddhārtha) his father wanted to protect him from the outside world and built a palace were his every need was catered for. One day Siddhārtha went outside and saw old people, illness, death etc. for the first time (can you imagine the impact that would have on you). Buddhism was founded and he is believed to have lived and taught mostly in the north-eastern part of ancient India sometime between the 6th and 4th centuries BCE.
Gautama taught a Middle Way between sensual indulgence and the severe asceticism found in the Sramana movement common in his region. He later taught throughout other regions of eastern India such as Magadha and Kosala.
Gautama is the primary figure in Buddhism. He is believed by Buddhists to be an enlightened teacher who attained full Buddhahood and shared his insights to help sentient beings end rebirth and suffering. Accounts of his life, discourses and monastic rules are believed by Buddhists to have been summarised after his death and memorized by his followers. Various collections of teachings attributed to him were passed down by oral tradition and first committed to writing about 400 years later.
So Buddhism has been around a long time, longer than Christianity, Islam and many other so called religions. We should be encouraged to know that there is this middle path, a life to enjoy, its our duty to enjoy this life and so long as we do no harm to others then anything goes. Forget the teachings we’ve been indoctrinated with throughout our lives Peace and Love will prevail. Namaste.
4-30 am may does not seem to be the best time for writing a post but for some reason that happens a lot with me. Yesterday I got into something of a financial crunch and had to ask my sisters to bail me out. I don’t mind saying my eldest sister (the matriarch of the family) gave me a right hard time, I deserved it I’d taken a financial risk in my recent home move, but it paid off.
Now that produced the dream I’ve just woken up from, the many time I took risks in business and pulled off some major coups. This dream was about Frank Dee Corporation now (IF its still around) Gateway, they were then based in Hull and as a seasoned salesman I popped in by chance to their head office and asked why they weren’t stocking our household products. Frank Dee himself said that actually they thought the same thing and agreed to place a range in each of their hundreds of stores.
When I returned to my H/O my boss Barry (BMW) was amazed at this coup and wanted to come with me to the next appointment from here the dream progressed to the high I’d get from getting the big million pound order something I’ve done a few time in my life.
The fact is sometimes we have to take chances (and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss-R.K) sitting safely on the side-lines gets us nowhere.
In between moving house I found myself with a little time and as I’m also in the process of another case decided to put my thoughts down. I expect the truth and in the USA as many places justice is not only blind but dumb. I took Nordstrom to the feds and they agreed to represent me, however through some manipulation behind the scenes I was left to fight the case myself while they hired one of the biggest firm of attorneys in Texas Strasbourg. Kim Young their lead attorney was/is an attractive blond woman and in my usual unconventional way I communicated outside of court and as they say come into my parlour said the spider to the fly, I the fly went into the web, and what a web it was. My case was fought on discrimination sex,age etc. They were and are wholly wrong in what they did and had commited what was a serious breach of the law. Their chairman Eric Nordstrom could well have found himself in prison, maybe thats why on the day of the hearing they flew staff in from all over the US, I stood alone’.
Now I’m a big boy and am happy to fight the bigger boy’s but I have to admit to being a bit naive in my quest for justice. The little people don’t count to the big boy’s but social media is levelling the field. this is just one of the notes I found from the time and was really the final straw that affected 2 young kids …
1st occasion little girl 3-4 left at door Mother walked away to her car, the little girl was crying, I followed the mother and waved to her telling her to come back she reversed the car and told her daughter to come to the car across the busy lot which she did under my observation.
2nd occasion a young boy 8-9 was left in foyer to the store, I saw him and asked if he was OK he was sitting on the floor in the corner with a black eye and clearly distressed, I said come inside the store he said he couldn’t he’d been told to stay there. 15 minutes later still there, customers also concerned. I called Loss Prevention for a lady to come. She came and sat with the boy still no mother. I explained to shoe dept. manager our responsibilities he said he didn’t know what to do. I explained the DFPS regulations still no response. I clocked off and said I would do it as an individual then. Then LP lady calmed boy down then the mother turned up apparently 45 minutes later and LP let them go, she said she was concerned about the child and said there was clearly something wrong. I have experience of child abuse having worked with many at-risk kids.
I will continue this post in part 2 but for now enough is enough, and I have hundreds of documents to post involving communications from Nordstom’s directors. Namaste the truth is out there.
For Rukhsana the only woman who loved me for who I was and who through my naivety I let down badly, and to my best friend Steve who’s now passed away but stood by me through thick and thin.
We can never truly imagine what the ripple effects of a brief conversation can have on our life just such a conversation took place between me and my ex brother in law and best mate. Steve worked as a senior salesman in a company I ran as General Sales Manager, Steve was a bit of a lad and well known for his gallivanting and womanising, but he was always there with a joke even in the worst of times. It was on such a day that he sat I my office and as usual instead of getting down to business he turned to the glass partition and looked out into the sales office which was manned by several good looking young girls and asked me “IF you had a pick of any of the girls which one would you pick”. Typical of Steve to try and detract from the fact that his sales figures weren’t exactly setting the world on fire, but I took the bait. Hmm I looked out at all these young things who all flaunted their sexuality and looked at a shy and reserved British born Pakistani girl and said I think Rukhsana. Quick as a flash he laughed and said, “no chance”.
And that’s where this truly life changing, and tragic story began. The year was 1991. I was 40 and Rukhsana was only 20 and was very carefully handled by her family being brought to work and picked up at the end of the working day. This should have been a warning about the excesses of Islam that would take me to the deprivation of the Punjab within a few miles of the place where in 2011 many years later the US military caught and executed Osama Bin Laden in a place called Abbottabad just 600km from where I spent a sad 2 weeks. I left broken hearted, but I get ahead of myself. This involved the British Special branch, my local MP, the red cross, the foreign office and just about every agency I could involve in what has become the nightmare I’ve lived with for 28 years (so far).
So Steve asked the question which would you pick, he laughed when I said Rukhsana I couldn’t blame him R was a quiet conservatively dressed shy Pakistani she could hardly look me in the eye when she had to speak to me, besides I was twice her age and the likelihood of even getting a chance to get any private time alone with her seemed too unlikely for words. This was Walsall near Birmingham and a hub for Islamic Pakistanis. I completely forgot about this incidental conversation between “lads” lads talk of course was usually just talk. R was a beautiful girl but never ever wore a dress or skirt and never wore makeup like the other girls, besides every night she was out at 5pm and was met by one of her three brothers and escorted home. It was the night of the Christmas break and everyone was in good spirits making their way to Christmas parties and what not. I looked out at my sales office and surprisingly saw Rukhsana still packing up to leave, I was about to leave for my long trek back to Hampshire where I lived but was away each week staying at a local hotel. I was on my way out and asked R why she wasn’t with her brothers, oh they’re at the Christmas parties tonight so I’m making my own way home. Let me give you a lift I’m going your way, she looked so shy and smiled saying well OK. We drove towards her house a few miles away and she asked me to stop down the road “in case anyone saw her with me”. OK no problem but you know Rocky it’s Christmas and at least I should get a Christmas kiss, she blushed and gave me a quick kiss and I was smitten. We said goodbye and off we went until the New Year. I convinced myself this was nothing more than a brief flirtation and nothing could come of it, but I was proven wrong.
I returned home to Hampshire where my wife simply looked at me as I walked into the house and said, “oh your home are you”. This was about par for the course, my wife was 17 years older than me and had 6 kids when I met her, (age has never been important to me as far as relationships go) besides by this time we’d grown apart for many reasons mostly my fault and our relationship had become quite cold. In truth the only thing that kept us together was our daughter who was of course the light of my life. Christmas and New Year came and went, and I returned to start the New Year and the challenges of trying to save a company that was in a mess, that was the reason they hired me. I’d missed seeing R and her innocent beautiful good looks. But we formed what was at the time a perfectly innocent (no sex) friendship. We started seeing each other and grew close. Eventually the company we worked for overextended itself and went into receivership. But before then having got myself a job in Huddersfield she asked if she could come and live with me. Now I’m no angel I’ve been around the block many times, but R was so different from anyone I’d ever met before, I moved with my job and rented a small cottage in Denby Dale. She came to me, which was a very risky situation, we lived together and were both really happy (I know she was because of her diary which much later I found). I was offered another job in Wilmslow Cheshire I rented a house in Goostrey near Jodrell Bank. We’d been keeping a low profile as R was worried her family might find her, I knew she missed her family and felt she was overreacting to their intentions, so I got in touch with her father and explained the R was quite happy and safe. They asked if they could come and see us (they didn’t know where we were), we discussed it and R reluctantly agreed.
The day came when we expected her mother and father to arrive, we set everything up for her father putting a prayer mat in a spare room so he could do his daily worship. They arrived with her two brothers; I talked her father he said it’s OK for you to marry our daughter, (I was still married but he said in Islam you can have more than one wife!). I said we would get married once I had my divorce. They asked if R could go home for just the weekend as relatives were coming from Pakistan to visit. Rukhsana was nervous I told her I will keep your British passport so no-one can take you away. So, they all left in their car, and that was the last time I ever saw her, to this day I don’t know if she’s alive and happy.
At the end of the weekend I’d heard nothing, so I rang her parents. Her brother Iqbal answered the phone and said forget her she’s in Pakistan, I was desperate I said but what if she’s pregnant, we “tested” her he said and she’s not. Unbeknown to us they had obtained a Pakistani passport from the consul in Manchester, they took her to Pakistan, Father Mother and three brothers. In those days’ airport security wasn’t like it is today and I befriended a guy in Emirates airlines who found the flight and when they were due to return. I knew from R where they would go, Multan in the Punjab so I booked a flight and sent a message to her father via relatives in the UK asking to meet him there. I arrived in Karachi and stayed in a hotel which was guarded by soldiers with machine guns, I flew to Lahore stayed a few days met a friend of a friend and booked a flight to Multan. I arrived and was surrounded by people wanting to help me with my bags, I very well-spoken Pakistani came to me and asked would I like a taxi, yes I said to the hotel Sinbad. On the way there I asked Jamil how much it would cost to hire his taxi for the day, we agreed a very low price so I asked him to drive around the city. What I saw there was a nightmare but I trusted Jamil and decided to tell him my story. “These sort of people are bastards” he said come and stay at my house. I went to his modest house met his wife daughter and son. I moved into his son’s room and the next day we went looking for the compound that Rs family were living but it was impossible. I got in touch with her cousins in the UK and asked them to ask her father to meet me at the mosque, they said if you are here we will kill you. I went but he never turned up. I put an advert in the local paper saying John from England is in Multan and would like to meet his friends, nothing.
After 2 weeks I decided to return to the UK, Jamil asked if I would like to marry his daughter Jamila, I said no of course but we remained friends. I returned to the UK but still determined to find R, I knew the flight they were due back on. Steve came with me to Heathrow to meet the returning group, I still expected R to be with them, Steve watched a photographed what happened next, the mother and father came out first, I walked to the father and put my hand on his shoulder and said “now can we talk” the brothers came out of arrivals and a scuffle started, airport security got involved everyone went their separate ways and I went home to Goostrey. The father got in touch and asked for her passport I went to their house and we talked he said R was married now, I didn’t believe him so he showed me a photo of her in red and gold, I said that proves nothing, he showed me a letter from R I read the letter it was heart-breaking. She was asking her dad to bring her home and her “husband” had told her she must stop crying. I realised the only way she could get back was with her UK passport so gave it them. I harassed them, followed them went to the police saw special branch (they said I was a fool trusting them as this sort of thing happened all of the time). I learnt from mutual friends that they drugged her and took her on the flight.
It didn’t stop there of course I spent 5 years looking for her, eventually I accepted the inevitable but hoped she was safe and well. IF you are out there Rukhsana just let me know you are OK. IF I know for sure I won’t disturb you and the “life” you have now. Namaste.
If you are anything like me you will question the truth of anything that goes against what we regard as ‘normal’. I prefer not to take anything on face value and suggest to anyone reading this post that you do the same. I bought this book in 2016 shortly after arriving at my new home in Gozo, I lost track of the book after loaning it out but only yesterday had it returned so decided to further my research into this fascinating story.
A British spiritual healer. Born on April 21, 1931 in Eastham, Wirral, England, he manifested healing ability at the age of six, when he used to stroke his mother’s forehead to relieve her attacks of migraine. After his twenty-first birthday, he joined the Royal Ordnance Corp of the British army as a physical training instructor; he also acquired a reputation for his skill in massage and manipulation. He left the army in 1952, worked in the shipyard at Birkenhead, then worked at window cleaning, logging, and site demolition.
In 1956 he started his own business as a blacksmith and became financially successful, employing 30 people and driving a Rolls Royce. In the same year, he married. Haunted by the thought that he was born to heal, he lost interest in the business. One morning, his anxieties were dispelled by an ecstatic mood of peace, and he heard the voice of his dead father saying, “Do not worry; born to heal, Dad.” In 1972 Cain became a full-time spiritual healer, treating a wide variety of disabilities. These included arthritis, diabetes, paralysis, hardening of the arteries, cervical spondilitis, and malignant growths.
Cain was an unconventional healer. He appeared to put people into an altered state of consciousness during which there seemed to be spontaneous improvement. Sometimes sufferers from muscular problems got up and danced; others performed what appeared to be yoga exercises. Cain believed spirit guides controlled his healing, and these were identified independently by other psychic mediums. Although Cain sometimes physically touched people, a great many of his cures were effected without any direct contact. He occasionally practiced absent healing.
Cain was investigated by parapsychologists and performed healing under laboratory conditions. He was tested by Japanese researchers in Tokyo in 1976, and also by Prof. John Taylor in London. In spite of Taylor’s skepticism about paranormal phenomena, his findings on Cain’s healing powers were positive. Cain also demonstrated successful healing sessions in Canada at Vancouver and Winnipeg.
Cain died in September 28, 1985, only a few days after publisher Peter Bander had approached him to discuss a second edition of the book Heal, My Son! He was one of the most celebrated British healers, whose talents were widely endorsed.
I walked into an event being run by Philip a visitor from the UK and he said someone called J.C is watching over you! We had a bit of banter my initials J.C my dads were initials J.C. When I got home I contacted my big sister in the UK and told her about the night. Oh she said you won’t remember Dad seeing him and sleeping with his picture under his pillow, it caused an argument between him and mum (he was doing as told by John Cain to help him get over a recent death in the family).
There are many unexplained things in this world I try to approach this and everyone of them with an open mind. I’d appreciate your comments below even just one word.