The Spiritual Path

The Spiritual Path

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Like so many things, until they touch your life you are unaware they exist.

At the start of my Spiritual path I found the information I was looking for very fragmented and hard to find.

I had lots of questions and didn’t really know where to turn for help. As with all things, if you are in the circle, so to speak, you have a list of people and groups as long as your arm if you need to ask advice or give someone a call.

But if you’re not in the know, then a feeling of isolation and fear becomes normal, especially at those moments during the night when you know there is something you can’t see in your bedroom. You can, however, feel it watching you and know it’s not there for your well-being.

At 3am when you are feeling petrified in bed, and you know there are unseen energies in your room, who can you call?

Sadly, ghost busters are not easy to track down in the phone book or on the internet. For those of a normal life that don’t believe in ghosts and aliens, then a great deal of time and energy is spent looking through the internet for some clue as to who deals with these unseen forces that can torment and disrupt our lives.

I know that for me, my first inclination was to grab a sleeping bag and head for the nearest church. But I didn’t know if the local vicar would laugh out loud when I told him something was lifting my bed into the air, making strange sounds, following me around the house and generally scaring the living daylights out of me every single night without fail.

I wish I could have had these topics explained to me when I was at school. In my opinion now and with hindsight, psychic protection and energy work should be included into the school curriculum, thus enabling all children to grow up understanding energy and the immense effect it can have on our lives.

The contents of this story have been written by a normal guy (well I like to think of myself as normal), but this terminology is subjective too, as many of my friends may argue with that statement.

I verged onto my Spiritual path by mistake as most do, and rather like a small boy seeing the ocean for the first time, I realised there was another world waiting to be explored. A world that came with quite a sting, should adequate psychic protection not be applied.

This protection could not be seen and felt, but without it walking into that ocean to explore was like putting a human into a lion’s cage. It would not take long before you became a predator’s meal and a tasty one at that. Through my experiences into this world I inevitably became that meal for a period of time until I learned to fight back.

My experience as a psychic surgeon has brought me into contact with many energies, both positive and negative. Over the course of the next few months I will describe my story and share various techniques adopted to protect myself and my clients from some of these negative energies.

Many of these methods can be employed by the everyday person to create a harmonious living environment in their homes, and by anyone working with people in general, regardless of their status in life, religious beliefs, colour or country of choice.

The Spiritual Path Starts

Up until the age of 34 I had never realised a Spiritual dimension existed. I had never been religious and didn’t believe in ghosts, entities, or extra-terrestrial energy in the slightest. In fact, normal family life and a laugh was all that really captured me – well, and the odd beer or three.

I didn’t read books and spent my time on the tread mill of life like so many other people. Day in and day out I sat on the M4 motorway in the UK on the way to and from work, listening to the radio in a stupor.

Then, after meeting my wife to be “Jayne”, I moved into a new house in Wiltshire, UK.

After a short period of time in the new house, (approx 4 weeks) I started to notice that things didn’t feel at all right.

There were noises at night, things had a habit of disappearing, especially my car keys, and I noticed the hairs on my arms and body standing to attention as I walked through the house. This was happening most days, and always at night.

Not to mention lights going on and off on their own, and the heating also finding a will of its own even when the timer was turned off at the main control switch around 3am in the morning.

The more time that went by the more I felt the house was occupied by something or somebody other than just me. Jayne would come over and stay some weekends as she was still living in Devon at this point, and my children would also stay one night in the week and every other weekend. But no one else seemed to feel what I was feeling. This was really odd – ‘’how could other people not notice what was going on in the house and the general uneasy feel of the place?’’, I would think to myself.

Jayne at times would notice something odd going on, but every night without fail I would find myself walking the house with a foreboding sense, hairs stood out on end like a wet cat and my heart beating like a drum.

Whatever was going on seemed to be MY problem and talking about it was a big ‘’no no’’ to most friends and family. I did tentatively broach the subject but was thrown the “you’re mad” look and so quickly changed the subject. Nothing like good old social conditioning to keep the sheep in their pen, I thought to myself.

Every night after work I would walk up to the front door and dread walking inside. Every time I did, immediately my nerves would jangle and the hairs on my arms and neck would jump to attention. I spent lots of time looking over my shoulder or around the room, expecting to see something or somebody.

One night whilst sleeping I came to, and found the room felt really cold. Upon opening my eyes I instantly became aware that all was not well in my bedroom. The foot of my bed was two feet off the floor and I was looking at the wall behind the headboard instead of the ceiling.

This was the first time in my life I felt what can only be described as “real terror”.

I screamed ‘’Put me down and get out of my room!’’, and with that the bed dropped onto the laminate floor with a crash and the temperature of the room instantly returned to its normal level.


I lay in bed with the duvet over my head, and the light on, shaking all night, not sure if it had really happened or if I had been dreaming. If it was a dream, then I didn’t want another one. As sunlight streamed through the windows in the early hours of the morning I could clearly see my bed was no longer in the same position in the room and the bed casters were off to the side.

King size beds are heavy and moving one is not a mean feat on your own, so all doubt left me instantly that I could have been dreaming. It had really happened and there could be no doubt. The realisation sent a shiver down my spine.

Things moved on quickly from that point. Whatever had taken up occupancy in my house had made me a target for some reason and, I felt, was definitely ‘after me’. Every night I would sleep with the light on in the bedroom, and out on the landing, but I could still see shadows moving around outside my bedroom door every night and would hear the most horrendous sounds, banging and crashing, screams and very odd other noises.

As the weeks passed I became more and more tired. Everywhere I walked in the house at night I would feel followed. The hairs on my arms and neck were always sticking up, and I felt like a scared cat.

The house felt possessed and cold. Not one room felt OK to be in on my own and I started to feel unwell and frightened.

I could feel my health starting to suffer and work was becoming really tricky. The worst part, of course, was not being able to talk to my friends about these problems for fear of ridicule.

Jayne and I would speak on the phone at night until the early hours, then I would hop into bed as fast as I could whilst we were still on the phone, and hope for a good night’s sleep. I would ask for protection from anything out there that is positive, to keep me safe from whatever was roaming around the house and threatening my sanity.

Time and time again, I would wake up to feel and see the sheets in the bed moving and know something was trying to get into bed next to me. My skin would crawl and I knew deep inside that this was a very negative energy and something must be done to sort the problem out. This ‘it’ was not going to just ‘go away’ as I had hoped.

One night, I woke up around 3am to find myself wet with sweat. It was summer time, and already warm, but the house was intensely hot. I could hear the central heating pump running and then felt the red hot radiator in my room. The heating was on even though it was not programmed to come on and I was streaming with sweat.

I ran downstairs to look at the programme controller and found to my amazement the light was off, which meant the programmer had not turned the heating on. The heating pump was however running and this meant something had turned the heating on, but not in the normal way. This was impossible and beyond belief, and surely these things only happen in Hollywood films.

I opened the windows and turned the power off to the heating pump and then lay in bed praying for help. Praying was something I would never normally have done for any reason.

Things felt as though they were escalating and so I decided to put the house on the market and move, as I could not stand to come home anymore and stayed out whenever I could.

Around this time Jayne had invoked the help of a lovely psychic from Devon, called Christina, who frequently came into the hair salon Jayne worked in as a receptionist.

Christina spent a few weeks working with me over the phone to clear the house and to remove all the nasty energies that it held. We made regular visits to her house for lessons on Spiritual protection and to develop a greater understanding of this new world we were now part of.

We both felt a better understanding would help to protect ourselves from this unseen enemy.

After a week or so Christina had removed around 23 different Spirits from the house and a very nasty ‘screaming banshee’ (as she described it).

This was some sort of negative entity, and this was the entity that had made our lives miserable for the past six months. ‘This banshee’ had taught both Jayne and myself what’s it’s like to experience real terror.


From this point onwards I decided that all of my spare time would be used in a positive way to learn about and understand this new world that we had been exposed to.

Books were delivered from Amazon and any second- hand bookstore shops we passed would be scoured for interesting books on anything to do with the occult world. My thirst for knowledge was remarkable, bearing in mind that only six months before I had had no interest in any of this ‘woo woo’ at all, and would have been at the front of the queue laughing at any talk of ghosts, Spirits and aliens.

Jayne kept saying ‘’All I want is a normal life like everybody else!’’.

I had the feeling the word “normal” would never again be part of our lives and to this day that has been the case, although of course now the terrible experience we had suffered is being used in a positive way to help others who may find themselves in a similar situation.

To fully understand how negative energies can affect the lives of people and places, you must experience this first hand yourself. Our initiation into the occult world has been an invaluable tool and a learning opportunity for the work we now find ourselves doing.

Looking back we laugh at the things we tried to do to help ourselves, but like all things in life, learning the hard way gives you the best grounding into your subject matter.

Psychic Surgeon?

I perform what I term as “psychic surgery”, although this terminology was provided by Spirit for the work that I do. During a conversation with my guide “Chen” one day I asked him how he wanted to label what I did, as this would appear on my website and literature (

His expression was “psychic surgery” and so from that day onwards all reference to the services I offered were termed “psychic surgery” – although at times this term did not seem to cover all aspects of the work I actually performed.

The definition of psychic surgery taken from the Wikipedia:-

“The use of paranormal means to conduct an alleged invasive medical procedure.”

“Psychic surgery is a procedure typically involving the apparent creation of an incision using only the bare hands, the apparent removal of pathological matter, and the seemingly spontaneous healing of the incision.”

This is not what I actually do, as if I did, a small cold cell would quickly become my humble abode for quite some time!

In the UK it is illegal for anyone not medically trained to perform any type of surgery involving the cutting of skin, and as such most people performing psychic surgery in the west are working on an etheric level rather than a physical level. This means that the psychic surgeon’s Spirit guides are performing the operations on an etheric blueprint of the physical body. These changes are then mirrored back into the physical body, thereby manifesting the healing that takes place.

The story will continue next month with my life working as a Psychic Surgeon.

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