I suppose growing up, after a while it was no longer a big deal. Of course it was scary at the time but looking back soon after it and acknowledging it was rare and didn’t seem necessary. “Seeing things” became apart of my life. The problem honestly started when certain “things” would follow me. Entities I now refer to them as. Some were long and skinny and walk with grace, women pale white with long grey hair, hunch back men so skinny I could see their ribs and bold with eyes that hurt my soul, some had the head of a mutilating beast resembling a dog, lunging towards my sister. Sometimes they were so clear in my eyes I was so sure if I just asked someone to look, or to wake up, they would see them too. I always felt selfish after that thought though. I honestly believe some people would not cope living in a world where they could see these things. I felt for many years that no human should see these creatures.

For a long time I lost value to this world, constant anxiety will do that to you. Depression comes after. Begrudgingly enough after all the counseling and tests to see if I was schizophrenic without any avail, the only way I finally got to sleep at night, was becoming somewhat suicidal. I know it’s a horrible thing to say but for me it was normal. I had to convince myself each night that if this person in the corner of my room or at the foot of my bed or with their hand on my chest decides finally to get it over and done with, that I didn’t care. I had to convince myself I didn’t care if I died, even sometimes that it would be better. My mindset was so set in stone that Not human should feel this way. A human who feels this way and sees these things does not belong on this earth. I was so sure that I was just cursed. Even if some called it a gift. After a while I learned to control my emotions, and not let them know that I see them. It was hard though of course, waking up to see a headless man looming next to you does in-fact get the blood pumping.

I think I became better at shutting them out. It was harder when others around me started to feel uneasy, or cold, or even scared. It’s hard to hide how I’m feeling when I see something and the lights in the room flicker, and the people I’m with begin to joke about the “ghosts.” I think that makes them happy. The entities like the fear.

When Malcolm came into my life, in fact the very first distance healing session I learned very quickly just how legit he was. Before he called me, on a cold day my body began to heat up. What I now know was his energy felt like pure heat. I literally began to sweat and my whole body felt like it had a weight of light on it. I was confused of course until he called. Since he removed the entity’s attached to me, I have not seen anymore entities since the healing. He later removed my anxiety and depression I honestly can barley remember how anxiety felt like anymore or depression.I feel so much lighter and grounded in all my areas of my life. When I’m ready I will jump back in to my meditation and my other spiritual practices. It’s easier now to consider these things as before they were always shrouded with the pain of fear. But fear doesn’t exist here anymore. Thankyou Malcolm