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      <title>An Unexpected Visit</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155070"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155071"&gt;In
order to offer effective healing it is necessary for the healer to be in good physical,
emotional and spiritual health. Anyone involved in any type of spiritual work needs
to have healing for themselves on an ongoing and regular basis. It’s a case of ‘Physician,
Heal Thyself!’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155072"&gt;And
taking my own advice, I attended my own healer last night. Simon has been my healer
of choice for some time now.&amp;#160; He uses a combination
of Reiki, Aura Soma, Tibetan Bowls and Amplified Healing in his treatment. One
hour into the session last night, Simon was standing some distance away from me
and commenced Amplified Healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155073"&gt;It
was then that I became aware of warm comforting energy gently taking hold of my
feet. I felt a deep sense of peace and serenity envelope me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155074"&gt;A
priest, who I know to be in Spirit, materialized at my feet. The same priest
who, while on the earth plane, had literally saved my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155075"&gt;In
Spirit form, as he did in mortal form, he spoke gently. He said “ I am with you
now and I will be with you to eternity. Continue my work and call on me to
continue your work. Call on the Light, you will not be refused.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155076"&gt;As
he had done while on the mortal plane, he then placed his hands on my head.
After a short time, he returned to the Light. While on the mortal plane, Fr.
William was a healing priest. He has guided and protected me on a Spiritual,
Emotional and Physical level through many dark and difficult times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155077"&gt;Simon,
if you are reading this, take a bow. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155078"&gt;Fr
William, I know you are reading this. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155079"&gt;“He
is with me now, he is with me to eternity.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155080"&gt;With
Love and Gratitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-4155081"&gt;Joe
Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.joecooperpsychic.com/blog/2012/05/01/An-Unexpected-Visit.aspx</link>
      <creator xmlns="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Joe Cooper</creator>
      <pubDate>05/01/2012 12:20:00</pubDate>
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      <title>The Story of John Allen</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-5709289"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-5709291"&gt;I first met Dermot at a recently closed factory in Dublin’s inner city in the summer of 1990. He
had asked me to join him there on his midnight tour of duty where he worked as
a security guard. While on his regular patrols of the deserted factory premises
during the night, he saw what he described as the shape of a man walking away
from him down an empty corridor of the of factory. Then the shape would
disappear as suddenly as it had appeared. He told me that he would have this
experience on several of his patrols during the night. He also described what
he referred to as a ‘cold spot’ emanating from the floor of the corridor where
he had seen the shape. Dermot did not feel threatened by what he saw or felt,
but other employees of the security company who had had similar experiences
refused to work at this location. It was just past midnight when I joined
Dermot on his first patrol of the premises that night. As we entered the
corridor we could see the shape of a man who appeared to be about forty years
of age walking away from us. This time he didn’t disappear. He came to a spot
about midway along the corridor and stared at the floor. He then appeared to be
agitated and confused. I became instantly aware that this man wanted to go home.
It took me several weeks to trace the original factory owner and he told me
about John Allen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-5709292"&gt;John had been an engineer with the company when the factory was in full
production. Following an accident John, who had been a widower, died in the
corridor of the factory on the eve of his only daughter’s wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-5709293"&gt;I went back to the factory two weeks later and met the spirit of John
Allen again in the corridor where he died. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-5709294"&gt;I explained to him that there was no need for him to remain on this
plane and that it was now time for him to move on to the light. I got the sense that he felt reassured and comforted. His form slowly disappeared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-5709295"&gt;John Allen has finally taken that long awaited trip home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.joecooperpsychic.com/blog/2012/04/11/The-Story-of-John-Allen.aspx</link>
      <creator xmlns="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Joe Cooper</creator>
      <pubDate>04/11/2012 12:06:00</pubDate>
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      <title>Thanks!</title>
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      <link>http://www.joecooperpsychic.com/blog/2012/04/08/Thanks.aspx</link>
      <creator xmlns="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Joe Cooper</creator>
      <pubDate>04/08/2012 18:11:00</pubDate>
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      <title>St. Therese and the Power of the Universe</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078335"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;Down throughout the centuries different religions and different cultures have put their own tags and labels on what we refer to as the “Universal Energy.” To me, the Universal Energy is a force of positive Spiritual energy to which we are all connected. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078336"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078337"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;I will leave the choice of tags and labels to your own discretion. Every minute of every day we are bombarded by signs, signals and symbols emanating from the Universal Energy. But too often in our busy daily lives we tend to ignore these signs, signals and symbols or we put them down to coincidence.&lt;i&gt; Universal Energy does not do coincidence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078338"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078339"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;The signs, signals and symbols can occur in the most unlikely of places and at the most unlikely of times. Unfortunately, the north Dublin suburb of Coolock has over the years suffered a considerable amount of negative attention from the media, but positive energy did not forsake Coolock on a very cold, wet and windy morning in early February a few years ago.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078340"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-2078341"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;The trees were bare. The street was windswept. No flowers, no colour anywhere except grey. But as I unlocked the door of my ancient Nissan Micra I saw that the bonnet of the car was covered with dozens of beautiful soft pink rose petals. “After my death I will let fall a shower of roses’’ is a phrase attributed to St. Therese. St. Therese is one of the many Spiritual Energies I call upon to assist me in my healing work. My logical mind does not know where those beautiful soft pink rose petals came from, but I feel that I should be eternally grateful to St. Therese for showing me such a wonderful sign on that cold, wet and windy day in Coolock.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.joecooperpsychic.com/blog/2012/03/06/St-Therese-and-the-Power-of-the-Universe.aspx</link>
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      <pubDate>03/06/2012 15:34:00</pubDate>
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      <title>The Shadow</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493151"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493152"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;0n that cold damp February day I felt the ‘atmosphere’ as soon as my wife and I entered the restaurant in Dublin’s City Centre. I felt someone’s sadness, desolation and regret. The restaurant was empty except for two other couples and a waitress. We took our seats which were situated opposite a stairway leading down to a lower ground floor that I later found out contained the bathroom area of the restaurant. As we waited to be served, I looked around the restaurant. It felt cold and it looked bleak. It was then that I saw the shadow hovering at the top of the stair. There was no connection between the shadow and the floor or any other part of the building. The shadow was dark grey in colour and appeared to be the shape and size of a fully grown adult with a very distinctive male aura. I felt pain, loss and deprivation emanating from the shadow, and then it was gone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493153"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;From a glance around the restaurant it would seem that none of those present observed anything out of the ordinary. I must have appeared shocked or confused to my wife because she asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had seen a dark shadow at the top of the stairs. I left my seat and went downstairs to the bathroom. The coldness that I felt down there was not of this world but the awareness of sadness, loss, desolation and regret was beginning to dissipate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493154"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;I asked the Spirit of Light and the Angels of Mercy to have mercy on the Shadow.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493155"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;The coldness lifted. The temperature rose. I don’t know why the Shadow appeared to me that cold damp February day, but maybe he needed prayers to raise his vibration and allow him to reach the light.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493156"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493157"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493158"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493159"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493160"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493161"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493162"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493163"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493164"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493165"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493166"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493167"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493168"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493169"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493170"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493171"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493172"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493173"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493174"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493175"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493176"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493177"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493178"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493179"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493180"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493181"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493182"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-19493183"&gt;&lt;font color="#c7eafb"&gt;Write your post here.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.joecooperpsychic.com/blog/2012/02/10/The-Shadow.aspx</link>
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      <pubDate>02/10/2012 13:26:00</pubDate>
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      <title>Two Places At One Time</title>
      <description>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" id="tabcolumn-1" style="width: 100%; margin-bottom: 15px"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div id="column-1" usermodifiable="true" style="width: 100%"&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-6116861"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" color="#c7eafb"&gt;As a practicing Psychic Medium and Healer I have complete and total trust in the Universal Energy. I do not always understand how this Energy works and I am often confounded by how little I know or understand the reasons as to why some things happen. A case in point is the day that I first met Rhonda. She visited me &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" color="#c7eafb"&gt;looking for some practical help and advice relating to some healing courses she intended to organise. When she left she was quite excited about her new role in life as a healer. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="2" color="#c7eafb"&gt;The next time I became “aware” of Rhonda and her situation was about six weeks later. She was standing in an almost deserted railway station at Killbarrack in North County Dublin. She was standing at the edge of the platform gazing down at the empty bed of the railway tracks. She gave appeared to be forlorn and desolate. I knew instantly what Rhonda had in mind. In the distance I could hear the sound of a fast moving train. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="2" color="#c7eafb"&gt;Just as the train approached at high speed, she looked up and saw me standing not ten feet away from her. She continued to stare at me with a puzzled expression on her face for some time. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" color="#c7eafb"&gt;I say that I became ‘aware’ of Rhonda and her situation because I know that I was physically several miles away from Killbarrack railway station that day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" color="#c7eafb"&gt;Rhonda and her parents came to see me about two weeks later. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="2" color="#c7eafb"&gt;She told me that after suffering an emotional trauma she had gone to the railway station that evening to take her own life, but just as she was about to throw herself in front of the train she looked up and saw me. She described me as having shoulder length blond hair and wearing a brown leather jacket. Her description of me confused somewhat me as I do not possess a brown leather leather jacket nor is my blond hair shoulder length. But she was quite adamant that it was me standing there that day. Rhonda and her parents left me, mystified but grateful. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="2" color="#c7eafb"&gt;Some weeks later I was clearing out some old papers and I came across an old photograph of myself. The photograph showed me as a much younger man down in my native Wexford wearing a brown leather jacket and shoulder length blond hair. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-6116862"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial Narrow" size="2" color="#c7eafb"&gt;Maybe you, the reader, can offer an explanation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ctrl-6116863"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      <link>http://www.joecooperpsychic.com/blog/2012/01/25/Two-Places-At-One-Time.aspx</link>
      <creator xmlns="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">Joe Cooper Psychic Medium</creator>
      <pubDate>01/25/2012 14:11:00</pubDate>
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