Hi there; I am Antonio Salacuri or to some Saint Johnny Walker; Even though I “picked up” a number of names over the years (and I do explain in my books what and why) through my travels but I somehow got “stuck” with the Saint Johnny walker for a number of years now; If one reads my books will indeed find out why; I was born in Cyprus, a wonderful little (big) island at the far eastern side of the med; at the tender age of nine my father died and was more or less “forced” into quitting school and start work as we were somewhat on the poor side and a very big family that needed support even from a nine year old for its survival; I must have changed millions of jobs over the years trying to earn more and more; In 1974 we had THE Turkish invasion and near enough half of the island was taken from us and we all know when a country goes through war it means no work and of course no money; I considered my self “lucky” to survive that ordeal and even more lucky to “get in” the British bases only because I was injured and needed hospitalization; After a few weeks the Brits put me on a plane for England; They “dropped” me in the middle of London and they said; “That’s it young man, you are on your own” Penniless, torn summer cloths and poring with rain I found my self wondering in London hoping against all hopes that something will turn up, and it did; I found a greengrocer who needed help and they gave me a tiny room (used to be toilet) a camped to sleep and three pounds a week; I knew they were taking “advantage” of me big time but for me it was a roof over my head; A few weeks later I found another job and another at the weekends; With whatever little I saved I was paying for my evening classes and eventually got my degree, then another and then another; I found my self working in high class hotels as a cook and gradually as a chef; I became naturalized British and started writing recipes in my spare time and kept them for years under my bed, with the hope one day to publish them; That day came nearly 30 years after; My life changed one day simply by chance; I was on my way home after a very long working day and I found this newspaper on the seat in the underground train; As I was going through the pages I came across a competition for a “free winter holiday” I took it home and I answered all ten questions; I eventually was informed that I was the winner and they sent me the ticket for two weeks in Italy; But, from day one of my so called free holiday, everything went wrong; 24 hour delay due to fog, landing at the wrong airport, getting the coach to my hotel two hundred kilometers away, the coach overturned, did a few “heroics” to save some people, and eventually passing away; yes, I died for a few minutes; but I came back; and with a few “gifts” Gifts I didn’t know I possessed at first; Gifts I use for healing people; And as time goes by I discover I actually “possess” more and more of “them” Through my travels and adventures I have indeed discovered not only I could indeed heal but see people’s past and foresee their future, but never actually tell them about it; Other gifts include “seeing” the “dead” or some people call it “souls” and let me assure you; they do exist; I am now at a “semi retired” stage in my life (pushing 60) and as one can imagine, I do feel the “old age” thing cropping up on me, even though sometimes I do feel the “urge” or that “push” to go out there when I am needed; One also could or even should understand that in healing someone requires a lot of energy and performing these so called miracle cures over and over and near enough an every day “job” over the last 30 year or so, it had a “price” And to “put” one in the picture of what is like when I say “price” I mean every time I heal someone, whatever he or she was suffering from I “transfer” it all into my body, and let me assure you, that is “no fun” I do suffer quite a bit for a while until “it clears off me” As I said, I still “perform” every now and then but it might take me day’s weeks and some times even months to heal someone and even longer for me to recover; It seems to me that God is more or less telling me it is finally time for me to “stand down” I have indeed “served Him” long enough; My “pass time” now is writing cookery books and of course this “fantastic” story all from my memoirs; I do thank you for your time AND money, as I say in my books; consider it as “money well spent” Thanks again SJW