If I were to go back in time, I never would have imagined becoming the person I am today. Like everyone else, I have memories that I am not proud of, and when my calling came, I felt a sense of remorse.
From childhood, it was clear that I could connect with the other side. Yet I never imagined that I would one day serve as an instrument of healing. My dear friend Paula, a psychotherapist in London, helped me prepare for what was to come. The work was difficult, and I gave up several times, but she persisted because she believed in me more than I believed in myself. She was convinced that, before I could help others, I had to be at peace with myself.
“You cannot help others with their issues unless you have dealt with yours first.”
Over time, I began to accept myself with all my imperfections. I was no longer resentful or ashamed. I had found peace. What I did not realise then was that I was being prepared for a service far greater than I had ever envisioned. I was to become both a healer and an exorcist.
People from all walks of life came to see me, many of them burdened with profound issues. Despite their differences, they shared one common struggle: negative energies were harming them. In some cases, the damage ran deep and stretched back many years.
There is great satisfaction in doing the right thing and helping others, but I felt an even deeper fulfilment in knowing that I was fighting against destructive forces. I was not supposed to let the work become personal, yet at times, I couldn’t help it. I truly cared for the suffering souls who sought my help. Along the way, I was threatened, physically assaulted, and wounded mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Still, I always managed to recover and continue my service.
What sustained me was the knowledge that I had finally found my purpose. I was here to do good for others, to protect the innocent from harm. People often asked how I was not afraid. My answer was simple: when we are on the right path, fear has little room in our hearts.
