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Why did I start this blog? #6

Why did I start this blog? #6

Chapter Three: There may be something there that wasn't there before.

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I watched as he recited over my relative.

Her reactions had become more violent with each session.

To the point that at times she would have to be restrained from hurting herself.

Complete take over.

This time, during the session, she had passed out.

He looked fatigued.

Spiritual work can be very energy draining.

He gestured for me to continue.

It was time.

I neared her right side.

Right ear.

That's how it's done.

Bismillah (with Allah's name).

I began to recite.


As taught and observed, I began to recite louder with more intensity.


Maybe I wasn't cut out for this after all.

But I pressed on.

And then something began to happen...

It's like her body was waking up but without her waking up.

She started to breath heavily.

Her lungs filling with air.

It was like a beast sleeping.

But now it was no longer sleeping.

It was awake, eyes closed, in a full rage.




The same thing I had seen with the Raqi in England.

But this time it was me reciting.

Could it really be?

Could I help people?

Others who are suffering.

It looked like I may just be able to with Allah's permission.

...and that's exactly what I went on to do but not in the way I thought I would.

To be continued.

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