After my daughter Taline was born, which was nothing short of a miracle, I felt motivated to do far more than I had ever done before in my healing service at the church. We started earlier, finished later, and my team was exceptional in their love and support for me and those seeking healing.
The cases became more complex, deeper, and darker. We began receiving individuals who were deeply troubled by various issues, primarily related to the paranormal. Many psychics, mediums, and healers came for help because they found themselves affected by external influences. Most had not followed the proper procedures for grounding themselves and closing down after their sessions with clients, or even as part of a daily practice. Having the ability is a gift, but it must be respected. Like a knife, it can be useful, but if not handled with care, it can also cause harm.
A common theme was people who were disturbed by an external influence or an “attachment.” The symptoms were not always visible, but the sufferer almost always sensed that something was wrong. My task was to sever the connection between the intruding energy and the individual. With help from the other side, I learned how to do this in the least invasive way possible. We nearly always saw a physical transformation in people by the end of the session. Many were in tears, relieved of something that might otherwise have pushed them to the edge, emotionally, mentally, or even physically.
I cannot stress enough how heavy these sessions were. They affected me deeply, as I would often take on the energies myself and then work to dispel them with the help of my team. Sometimes, it took longer to clear them, and I would hear, feel, and see disturbing things in my mind’s eye. These experiences were never pleasant. Yet in my heart, I was always at peace, because I knew it was the end of the road for the intruding force. They could try to scare, disgust, or threaten us, but we were never swayed. I was there to deliver God’s healing, and nothing would stand in the way.
What my team did not know at the time was that, besides my Bible and cross, I also carried a pair of my newborn daughter’s socks in my pocket. No matter how ugly or heavy the situation I faced, I would occasionally reach into my pocket and hold those tiny socks in my hand. They comforted me and reminded me of her innocence, and that life was not all bad. Life is beautiful.
The little socks were my sweet salvation.
