Many people tried to dissuade me from entering the exorcism ministry, fearing for my safety. They were right, of course. Exorcism is not for the faint-hearted, and it is certainly not “fun.” What people did not know at the time was that I had reached a point in my life where I simply did not care what happened to me.
I had been through so much. I had done good things and bad things, hurt others, and been hurt myself, sometimes profoundly. The people who harmed me escaped accountability for their criminal behaviour. I was still a child when I first experienced physical and sexual abuse.
Later in life, I fell in with the wrong crowd and found myself in a desperate, near-fatal situation. I wandered the streets of London hungry, broken, and exhausted, feeling that my life no longer served any meaningful purpose. My calling as a healer and exorcist eventually emerged, but first I had to endure years of preparation.
Before I could help others, I had to confront my own deep resentment and anger. For that, I thank God and His blessed angels, who guided and saved me. I learned that negative energies could not be overcome through anger, but through faith, courage, discipline, and wisdom. I never viewed my work as a battle because, deep in my heart, I always believed that good would ultimately prevail. Even so, I cannot deny that there was a certain satisfaction in striking meaningful blows against the intrusive forces I encountered.
Real-life exorcisms bear little resemblance to the versions portrayed in films and works of fiction. I never know what I am about to face until the process begins, and once it has begun, retreat is no longer an option. I must confront whatever is present, carry out the task before me, and see it through to the end. Contrary to what many people assume, it was not my faith or ability alone that sustained me. It was also a willingness to face whatever came, without concern for the personal cost.
Everything changed when I was blessed with a baby daughter. During my final session, the entity said, “We may not get you, but we will get her.” I knew exactly who it meant.
I remained composed and completed the session. Only after leaving the church did I break down and cry. In that moment, I realised that my service as an exorcist had come to an end. The lower spheres had discovered my weakness.
