The message from the other side was clear. I was to begin my service in the church as a healer and exorcist. I had been tested before, and the other side considered my efforts worthy of a chance. I was motivated by a desire to serve the greater good. Although I felt prepared for the task ahead, I cannot deny that I was anxious to some degree. In my heart, I wanted to exact justice on the malevolent energies that caused harm and pain to others. However, my communicator on the other side instructed me never to make the service personal, as doing so would weaken me. My approach differed from the mainstream practice of removing spells, curses, and harmful energies through my abilities. Of course, none of this would have been possible without the power of prayer, which I wholeheartedly believe in.
I never charged a single penny for my service, nor did any member of my team. In fact, I spent money every week on transport and food for the team. We never accepted gifts or rewards either. The service had to remain pure and unblemished by materialism or other distractions. I insisted that attendees and patients respect the church and its grounds, dress modestly, and keep social interaction to a minimum. This was not a social club. We were there for a serious purpose.
I needed to assemble a team, as I could not serve alone. I required security and protection while I was vulnerable, and my team would also act as witnesses should the need ever arise. Those who joined me had to be adequately prepared to face whatever lay ahead. They needed strength of character, deep faith, and the mental and emotional resilience to confront whatever we encountered, no matter how dark.
One by one, people destined to become part of the service came to me until we formed a team of four. People began visiting the church for help, and a common theme soon emerged. They had all come seeking my help to remove negative energies, curses, spells, and other harmful influences.
In time, I found myself facing increasingly formidable adversaries from the lower spheres. I gathered my team and warned them about what we were dealing with and what might lie ahead. I gave them the choice to leave or stay, asking them to take time to consider their decision. They told me they needed no time to think. They would remain and serve by my side, regardless of what lay ahead. Their love, trust, and faith moved me deeply. I felt blessed to have such a team of Earth Angels.
The service evolved and grew in popularity. People came from all over the country and even from abroad. At the same time, the energies we encountered and the cases we dealt with became increasingly challenging and painful. Nevertheless, we did not waver. We stood firm in our faith and supported one another throughout our service. We refused to be intimidated by fear, believing in our hearts that the blessed ones on the other side protected us.
Yet some moments deeply unsettled us. We suffered mentally, emotionally, and even physically, but we were always there to help one another heal. Whenever we were hurt, we licked our wounds and continued serving. Tomorrow was another day, another opportunity to fight the good fight.
We witnessed miraculous transformations and recoveries. To be part of these experiences was deeply moving, and serving in this way was a great honour. One day, I felt inspired to name our healing service. I chose “Light of Light,” a phrase drawn from a Lebanese prayer in which Christ is referred to as the Light born of Light.
May His Light shine upon you and your loved ones, today and every day.
(Photo is of the Light of Light team: Linda, Marie and Alabama)
