“You need to be as pure as you can be for you to be a true instrument of healing.”
I remember these words from my dear friend Paula, who was also my therapist and played a vital role in my journey. She often emphasised that to help others, I first needed to help myself. By working through my own issues, I could become a vessel for healing. After years of preparation, I finally felt ready to serve.
I was tested repeatedly until I had earned enough trust from the other side. Then, one day, the communication came through:
“You will be in service of fragile souls who need hope, faith, healing, and love. The service is not about you, but about the broken souls who are in need of The Light at their darkest hour.”
It took years to prepare myself for this mission. I did not develop my ability; it was something I was born with, but I had to learn how to manage it. I needed to learn self-control and how to remain grounded.
Earlier in my life, I let the ability go to my head. I believed I was “special,” but that illusion quickly faded, and I learned a hard lesson. Eventually, I found my rightful place in the larger scheme of things. This gift, this ability, is far too precious to be taken for granted. It is not meant for entertainment or performance; it is a sacred tool for helping others.
Now, after many arduous years filled with challenges that sometimes led me into very dark places, I feel fortunate and blessed to still be standing and serving. I do not take pride in the ability itself, but in the commitment I have shown to my path. I remain on this mission, and I pray that I always will be.
