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Why did I start this blog? #7

Why did I start this blog? #7

Chapter Four: Let's go to war (it rhymes)

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Now armed with an ability to fight an insidious enemy.

One, that I believed at the time, was responsible for all the pain and suffering in the world.

"No wonder why I've seen so much go wrong in people's lives! Broken homes...They had a hidden enemy. Jinn. These people had no chance. You can't fight something you can't see.", I remember thinking to myself.

So now I was going to bring the fight to them (The Avengers theme tune playing in my mind).

At first I would participate in helping treat those who came to the home.

Then as I become more confident, I started to go out with him to visit people in their homes.

I became proficient very quickly.

I had a thirst for more knowledge and understanding so I would go sit with other Raqis (spiritual healers) from different countries to observe their methods and ask them questions.

Some of them were very intense in their approach and methods.

Especially the Egyptians.

And looking back with what I now understand. Some of their methods weren't right and counter productive.

With each day I was becoming more and more involved.

In my head it was a war.

Teacher by day. Demon hunter by night.

This was my life for the next two years.

I've seen the most horrific things.

From a woman ripping out her own hair in front of me to a man digging his nails so deep into his arm that blood came gushing out.

From crying girls to grown bearded men pleading with me to save them as they were bouncing in and out of consciousness.

The fear in their eyes.

The suffering on their faces.

I'll never forget.

I have endless stories to tell.

But that's not the point of what I'm trying to share with you.

I want to share with you what I've learnt and experienced over the next eight years.

I need you to trust me when I say that I've seen and witnessed it all. And despite all of that, I say to you, the cause of these peoples pain and suffering was indeed of an insidious nature but not what I had first thought it to be.

I return back home. England.

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