Some people tell me they wish they had the same abilities. What they see, however, is only the surface. The ability itself is merely the tip of the iceberg. The work I did on myself, quietly and consistently behind the scenes, took years and prepared me for my mission. It carries a responsibility I would not wish on anyone. Unless a person takes their gift seriously, there is a real possibility of losing it.
When I first discovered my ability as a young boy, I was fascinated by the attention it brought. I allowed my ego to take control. I wanted to impress people, and I enjoyed the admiration. It was only later in life that my dear friend and spiritual mentor, Paula, took me under her wing. She helped me understand that my ability was not about recognition, but about service. It was meant to help others and support those in need.
As I matured, I developed a deeper respect for my gift. I learned to value it and to treat it with care. When I showed signs of that growth, my communicator introduced himself to me in the most unexpected way. At the time, I was undergoing a gruelling treatment for my eyes, as I suffer from a visual disability. I was physically drained and mentally exhausted. At some point, I drifted into a vision. In it, my communicator told me that we would do meaningful and important work together. The experience was profound and moved me to tears.
That day marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life. I fully realised the importance of my service to others. I also felt embarrassed by the foolishness of my earlier years, when I believed it was all about me. It never was. The true champions are the remarkable souls I have the honour of meeting, both in this life and beyond. They inspire me and humble me.
Through serving others, I discovered genuine love, validation, and appreciation. I love what I do, and I am grateful in every way.
Together, we are Light.
