The other day I was walking through the French Quarter in New Orleans. The Quarter was quiet in the darkness before dawn. The only sound was the street cleaners washing down Jackson Square in front of St. Louis Cathedral.
I was struck by the fact that I was about to perform an exorcism in public. Any of the times I’d been in New Orleans before I would never have worked in public. It simply is not something I like to do. Part of it is that I don’t like working in public. I prefer to perform exorcisms and spirit sendings in private. There I can concentrate without worry of interruption. I also don’t like performing exorcisms when there are people around. There is too much danger to other humans from demons.
Devils are trustworthy. They can be trusted to cause the greatest amount of damage possible to the greatest number of people.
All I was left with as I stood before St. Louis were my open arms and my open soul. I had to turn my will and life completely over to my Creator. He was the one who sent me to New Orleans to clean out the devils and send home the souls of His long-awaited loved ones.
Going into it I knew that God would protect any humans around me. He would not allow them to be harmed by Satan. From a human view that is pure folly. I am constantly surrounded by humans who believe their only God is money. They have utterly lost themselves in the follies of the earth. I knew that I would be sending away demons who had harmed generations of humans and turned them into those poor sad creatures.
I had spent days in prayer even before flying off to New Orleans. There had been much work to do before the day I landed, but I knew it would all be completed in a short while.
My back was almost to the gate at the front doors of the massive stone cathedral as I prayed and watched souls rise to heaven with their angels and demons fall into the horrors of hell. With the demons went some humans who chose their own damnation. Watching the humans fall away from the path to God made me terribly sad. I thought I would stop simply out of sadness.
Then a pair of arms enclosed me from behind.
I felt a great warmth and love. I turned slightly and saw angel’s wings that blotted out my view of the massive stone building behind me. Archangel Michael enfolded me with his love, the love of all the angels and the love of God.
The exorcism and soul sending felt as if it would never end. So many souls came from everywhere to join the mass exodus. They had felt the shift in spiritual energy and followed it to the source. There they found the Tunnel of Light open and willing angels to help them on their paths to God. All of it happened in less time than it takes to explain regardless where they were in this world or universe.
It did end.
As almost always happens, it had to end because I had no more energy.
Later that afternoon I sat discussing our spiritual lives with an old friend in my hotel room. He said that as he sat opposite me on the sofa a ball of light like a small sun formed above my right shoulder. It moved above my head and then my left shoulder where it spun rapidly many times. Then it flew off across the room and disappeared.
Go open yourself. Find your own ball of light within you and hold something in your heart.
Hell is optional.
Heaven is forever.