Well what about me? For what it's worth I've travelled far and wide I was born in the UK lived & worked in the US for 10 years came back to the UK now live in Gozo (Malta) one of my favourite places is Bali.
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
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.
Cain, John (1931-1985)
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.
How we are related
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.
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What a few weeks this has been, I have just had my first
good nights sleep after 5 nights with none. I will briefly explain. I have
ongoing issues with PayPal who appear to be unable to fix my account I have
money in the account but need to close it as I am told by them I have to reopen
the account in Malta (but after hours trying to fix this including email, chat
line and phone calls) I am still without control. Now this is not my problem
but theirs its now costing me money (I wonder if I will get compensation?) we
My little car has been busy, its not very well with an
electronic fault my garage is waiting for the part, the car moved like a
kangaroo and cuts out at the worst time like leaving the Gozo ferry, nevertheless
I am doing my customization to spruce it up and already its looking very good
thanks to House of Kolor.
My airBnb guests had serious health problems and I’ve been
to Malta and back several time to help them, but as they say “God helps those
who help themselves). My Guru (teacher) Prabhu Darma Yasa is in Malta and
despite several attempts once again I’ve been unable to meet him, he goes back
to Bali soon.
Lots of other strange things have been happening which would
take too long to explain, as John Lennon says Strange days Indeed.