ISLAM

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.

ONE OF THINGS LEFT GIVEN TO ME BY R

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.

SPIRITUAL HEALING

THE BOOK

SPIRITUAL HEALING ARE YOU A SCEPTIC?

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).

Conclusion

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.

Something funny happened

I think I’d like this I’m not IN yet but seriously considering

Gravatar Blog

On the way to building a Gravatar app, we noticed that taking pictures of ourselves to update our Gravatars was something we only wanted to do every month or so, but then we started taking selfies and sharing them with each other and that became a daily and very fun habit. So our Gravatar app morphed into a Selfies app, and it’s now ready for the world to play with! You can read more about the app here. We hope you become one of the first brave souls to try it out, and let us know what you think.

View original post

STRANGE DAYS

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 shall see.

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.

Was Daphne Caruana Galizia Murdered by the Malta Mafia State?

220px-Daphne_caruana_galizia
Daphne Caruana Galizia

I recently received a post on Facebook from a friend reminding everyone that 16th October 2017 was the anniversary of the Daphne Caruana Galizia murder. It’s a date we should all remember because if ever there was evidence of the truth she wrote about corruption here in Malta her murder was clearly a red flag.

I doubt there is a country in the world where corruption isn’t happening whether it be government, police, corporate or whatever. I’ve experienced it everywhere I’ve been, from the US, Europe, the Middle East and far East. But Daphne Caruana Galizia’s murder went beyond anything I’ve ever witnessed.

We should start with freedom of speech or press freedom. In a world saturated by “fake news” we start to doubt what we read and hear, the people who perpetrate this are in effect trying to control our minds, but that’s only a part of the story. Here in Malta the corrupt officials that this brave woman exposed decided that she was getting to be a nuisance, someone put a bomb under her car to silence her. People in government exposed by her have not acted as citizens should expect of their leaders, and turning a blind eye will only encourage more of these atrocities. Responding to her family’s enquiry as to progress in the police investigation, police responded trivialising it saying they couldn’t give a running commentary on the investigation. This happens to be he name of her blog (running commentary) to me this demonstrates the contempt police have for anyone who expects answers.

Now I’m not suggesting all politicians are involved indeed I know and have spoken to some excellent and honest ones. I love the Maltese islands, its my home! But has it become the first Mafia state?

eb7a89032e4efb17fef4cd7dda6df592c856de40-1526682420-5aff5334-620x348
Protests in Malta

Is Malta run by puppets of the Mafia? Unlikely you may say, too far-fetched, well think about it. Sicily our nearest neighbour is recognised as being the heartland of Mafia activities, the Italian government continues their fight to try and stamp out their stranglehold. In the American Mafia when a Mafia Don has to hide where do they go Sicily. So, what happens when Mafia gets under fire in Sicily? They come to the Maltese islands to escape the spotlight or taking an obvious step further the politicians here are mere puppet fronts for them.

toto-riina
Toto Riina, Italy’s most feared mafia boss, frequently visited Gozo. He died in 2017

Malta has suffered enough through history through invasion by other countries going back hundreds of years including the ottoman empire the the most recent attempt was by Germany in WW2. It has always been a strategically important place for trade whether it be legitimate or criminal.

dan holmes
Daniel Holmes

DRUGS When Welshman Daniel Holmes was found growing 5 cannabis for his own use he was sentenced to 10 years in prison. 10 years! (He was recently released after serving 8 years). Marijuana has been legalised completely for recreational use in two countries so far, and in many US states and other countries for medical use (as it supposedly it has here), but to my knowledge no evidence that its actually been prescribed is available. Perhaps the people in power here want the trade to be kept under their control as it’s a source of even more money. Many studies have shown that marijuana is more effective in treating certain conditions than the pharmaceuticals given to us from our Doctors. Here in Gozo its rumoured that a local man grows marijuana and openly sells it untouched by the authorities as he’s either protected or the attitude is well because he’s local its OK for him to behave that way. Frenc’tal Gharb a local healer who people came from far and wide for treatment used marijuana to ease the illnesses of his patients. No, he didn’t say politicians and the church, but talk to the older generation who were around in his time and they all acknowledge that he did. Is Malta an “easy route” for the passage of harmful opioid drugs from other counties like cocaine and heroin and then on into Europe? Certainly, again this could be an excellent opportunity for the Mafia to exploit Malta.

But the list goes on. Money laundering, Corporate tax evasion, Human trafficking….

Human exploitation, its an accepted fact that many “foreigners” are exploited here by being paid very low wages. Soon just as almost the entire population of Gozo was captured by the Moors hundreds of years ago and sold into slavery the doors could then be opened for one of the worlds most evil trades “human slave trafficking” in fact evidence shows its already happening in Malta  

human slave malta
human-trafficking

Sadly corruption is endemic here. Go to Gozo for example and try paying with a bank card or cheque in many places, sorry the sign say’s “cash only” (Hey if the Prime Minister himself is leading by his example isn’t it only to be expected that some of his followers are going to do the same thing). I know many will dismiss my thoughts as crazy, misguided, manipulative or even the raving of a lunatic. But who is being manipulated and controlled here? The government or the citizens, and who is doing this bullying manipulation.

gandhi

Do we want to be controlled like sheep, do we turn a blind eye to what is happening around us and allow this murder to go unpunished and acceptable? Or as one old Maltese lady said to me about Daphne Caruana Galizia, when I said how sad it was, sliding her finger across her throat saying “she deserved it because she talked too much”  I’ve experienced myself what I call the Gozo Mafia and my attorney agreed with the comment I made during a legal case I was fighting. This situation impacts the entire population and if it isn’t checked soon it may be too late. Think about the future, think about your children, do you want them living amongst these conditions?

I’m a amateur at this blogging business but there are others with better resources who will continue the pressure for action and hopefully encourage you to do the same, let your voice be heard.

For more information about Daphne Caruana Galizia click here