I started my journey as a healer. People worldwide used to flock to a spiritualist church where I served along with my team of volunteers—consisting of three females who were there for support and safety. We dedicated every Friday to healing. We never charged or accepted any gifts. We were honoured to be in service.
However, before offering to heal, I had to work on myself to assist with fragile souls seeking help. I underwent extensive therapy and counselling to help rid myself of negativity, fear and anger – at least as much as attainable. One cannot be in service of God and have enemies, so I had to eradicate the word ‘enemy’ from my life and embrace all humans, regardless of colour, religion, culture, etc…
We welcomed patients with various issues, including those with emotional trauma, victims of rape, incest and others. As my healing progressed, so did the severity of the cases I had to deal with. Eventually, I found my calling was to also help as an exorcist, and that is when my service went to another level. It was challenging and scary, but I persevered because I never doubted my faith in God. I was exhausted most of the time, and at the end of each day, I just wanted to get back home to a hot meal, a bath and collapse in bed. I was unaware at the time but discovered later that I was taking on the patient’s symptoms because I am empathic, so I needed a few days to recover. In addition, I struggled to understand how cruel some people could be to others.
“Why do you bother? Why don’t you stop?” a friend once asked me.
“If I don’t do it, then who will?” was my reply.
I did not care about my well-being or any consequences. I was in service of others, and for the first time in my life, I felt that I was on the right path; I was a part of the greater good.