People tend to forget that I have to hold their hands at the beginning of every reading: it’s an incredibly intimate moment. Some hands are slim and dainty, others are large and rough, others hold tremendous power, while others lie limp and dispirited. You can tell a lot about people from their hands, they tell a sweet brief biography of the person through skin, bone, heat and sweat. Once I hold their hands, denoting that they are open and willing, I establish the connection that will allow me to heal them. (This sounds odd to me even as I tell it because I have never once considered becoming a healer in all my life before I did this–I also never trained for this: the healing just comes through me as if I was born with this power and it just needed to be activated at just the right time.) As soon as we begin, the guide of the person takes […]

So… That happened. I’ve often ruminated on the fact that I, of all people, should be given this kind of responsibility. I exist outside of any church, I’m a gay man, and for many years I not only did not believe in the existence of angels, but I often viewed those who did  as naive.  (I fully admit it: I was a condescending douchebag even if I never showed it.) Now after having done this work, I have come to find that naive people simply don’t exist anymore. The modern world has made us all too cynical, suspicious, afraid and skeptical of everyone and anything. We don’t even trust our yogurt anymore because we’re afraid it might have E Coli. The world has become so cynical and pessimistic that the fact that God is sending a miracle just for you, right to your doorstep, is met with fear, skepticism, and suspicion. I have seen it tons of times. The majority […]