I never expected to serve in the church as an exorcist. The idea always intrigued me, but if someone had told me this would be the path of my service, I might have thought twice. I stepped into it with no preparation and no expectation.
It began during a healing session with a woman who looked pale and burdened by many physical ailments. Her family had not explained everything to me beforehand, so I was unprepared for what unfolded. In the middle of the prayer, I was struck by a disturbing vision. Fear rose in me, as I had never experienced anything like it before. At the same time, I knew I had to remain steady for the sake of her family, who were watching closely. I took a breath, reminded myself that the Lord’s Prayer was stronger than any darkness, and asked God for guidance. It was not easy to focus. Strange visions and unsettling sounds kept distracting me. Every part of me wanted to stop, but I knew I could not abandon the process. I pressed on until it was finally over. That night, I felt shaken, replaying the images in my mind, but also deeply moved. The next day, I visited a dear older friend. She was a therapist and very open to the spiritual world. After listening with care, she told me that perhaps I was being prepared for this kind of service. She encouraged me to accept the role of exorcist, reminding me that it was a gift that could help many people.
She was right. Over time, I came to realise that it was an honour to serve in this capacity. My team and I witnessed remarkable transformations in those who came seeking help. I also found small practices that helped me stay centred. I would go to busy, noisy places, close my eyes, and silently recite the Lord’s Prayer until all distractions faded away. I trained my eyes to focus on an image of a cross in my mind, even against shifting backgrounds, until concentration became second nature. Slowly, I grew calmer, more grounded, and less anxious.
I had to find my way in this unfamiliar calling. Along the journey, I discovered the ability to hold intrusive energies, contain them, and release them into the light. It was never easy. The process often left me drained, but I saw how quickly it brought relief to those who were suffering. Word spread, and soon people were lining up outside the church. I began to look forward to my Friday services, knowing they gave me the chance to do good for others while also fulfilling my sense of justice in the eternal struggle between good and evil.
I describe my journey in my book “Light of Light” available on Amazon: https://a.co/d/2vUXvxq
