‘Spirit doctors help me heal’
Brian Miller was baffled by his hot hands, but he knew it meant something special
Brian Miller discovered a very special healing gift that runs in his family, when his hands started heating up inexplicably
‘Could it be that I had a job to do like Dad did?’
Iflopped onto the sofa and pulled my wife Denise into my arms. ‘Come here love,’ I grinned, planting a big fat kiss on the end of her nose. Our kids, Sarah, then 10, Gemma, then eight, and Lee, then seven, were tucked up in bed and we had a rare evening together.
I’d been looking forward to it all day. Some TLC was due. We’d been like ships in the night recently what with my job as a delivery driver and Denise working as a school supervisor.
‘Gerroff!’ she yelped, reeling back in horror as my skin touched hers. ‘Your hands are burning me!’
I looked down at my bright red mitts. They did feel hot. In fact, they’d overheated a few times recently. Some days they were so sweaty they slipped off the van’s steering wheel. And now they were getting between me and Denise.
‘You need cooling down,’ she said, wriggling away from me to the far end of the sofa.
In more ways than one… I slunk off dejectedly to the kitchen to run my hands under the cold tap.
‘See a doctor,’ Denise yelled from the living room. ‘They’re not normal.’
Like father, like son
The thing is I didn’t feel ill. I just had hot hands, like my dad used to get.
Dear God... I hoped it wasn’t the same nonsense he’d got into.
When I was 21 he had the bright idea of dragging me off to a local Spiritualist church his friend went to.
‘Makes a change from his job shopkeeping,’ my mum Pearl, now 86, said at the time, waving us goodbye.
Dad discovered he had a gift for healing and when he gave it to people he felt his hands get warm.
Don’t tell me I was one of them...
It was 1989, I was an ordinary working class dad and didn’t have time for hobnobbing with spirits. Keeping three ‘spirited’ kids on the straight and narrow was enough for me.
Over the next few weeks I tried to forget about my hot hands and kept them to myself when Denise was around!
A voice from nowhere
Driving around one day about a month later, however, a weird thought popped into my head, ‘There’s a bomb under the motorway!’
I shook my head violently. It was like something outside of myself had shouted it very loudly in my head!
I even looked round to see if one of my mates had snuck in the back of the van and was playing a prank. Of course, there was no one there.
‘Crazy thinking. I must be overly tired,’ I thought, pulling into a lay-by for a nap. My hands were so uncomfortable I often tossed and turned until the early hours.
Back home, I was sitting on the sofa half-listening to the news on TV while
I polished off my dinner.
‘The M4 was closed today after a suspected bomb was found but turned out to be a false alarm,’ said the newsreader.
I nearly choked on my burger.
Had my weird thought been a premonition? It seemed way too much of a coincidence.
Could it be that I had a job to do like Dad did with his healing?
To be honest, I was getting fed up with both plunging my hands in cold water when they got hot and Denise rebuffing my advances. Maybe I should pop along to a Spiritualist church and find out what was going on?
Denise wasn’t spiritual, but she backed my
decision when I told her in bed that night.
‘If it gives you answers, it’s no bad thing, love,’ she said, ruffling my hair affectionately before rolling over to go to sleep.
Sure enough, when I went to a local Spiritualist church meeting, the medium told me the reason I was getting premonitions and hot hands was because I had a job to do.
She invited me to join a weekly healing group and over the next few years I honed my skills and learned how to use them to cure people’s physical, as well as emotional, pain.
My hands no longer got hot but they would intuitively move over the area of someone’s body that needed healing.
An evolving gift
Ten years on and I was running my own healing group, helping scores of people every year. Then when I was 52, I was working on a woman in my healing group who was feeling unnaturally tired and suffering from stomach problems when an X-ray flashed up in my mind’s eye. I saw on the image that there was a blockage.
I instinctively moved my hands over the area and a bolt of light shot out of my finger and zapped the obstruction.
What on earth had just happened?
I’d experienced nothing like it before.
‘That’s psychic surgery you’re performing, Brian,’ a medium told me later when I shared my astonishment.
This was above and beyond what my dad had done but, a week later the woman I’d ‛operated’ on said she was having no more problems and had more energy than ever before.
Word got round, and more and more people started coming to see me each week. When I worked on someone I’d see the problem on an X-ray in my mind’s eye and then operate on the etheric body, letting my hands intuitively guide me, my mind slipping away into a meditative state.
To anyone else it looked daft, like I was performing invisible surgery in thin air while the patient sat or lay in front of me. I didn’t even need to touch them. But it always worked.
People even started calling me at home and I’d do it remotely. I was on call 24/7!
Then, two years ago, I was working on a woman who had a hiatus hernia when in my mind’s eye I saw two nurses, one a matron wearing a dark blue uniform and a wartime one wearing a red cross.
This time, while I operated, they were there to support me, holding the X-ray, making sure the patient was comfortable. And after that they would always appear if I was doing a complicated procedure.
I still did my job as a delivery driver and in the evenings felt honoured to be chosen by Spirit to do psychic surgery work.
After each session, I’d thank Spirit for bringing healing and working through my hands.
My family even started taking my gift seriously and asked for help with their ailments.
‘Got terrible toothache, uncle,’ my nephew Stuart, 40, moaned down the phone one night in 2015. ‘And the dentist’s closed. Got to wait until morning before I can get seen. Can you help?’
I closed my eyes and imagined his head and mouth. Next minute an X-ray flashed up in my mind. I could see darkness around his gum line. I waved my fingers across it and it disappeared.
‘You’ll never guess what Uncle Brian?’ he said. ‘The pain’s gone!’
Next morning, he phoned to tell me he didn’t even need to go to the dentist in the end.
Now every month at least 20 people visit my clinic at the Spiritualist church to get me to perform psychic surgery on them.
I’ll never forget the woman who had a shadow on her heart. After she came to see me and
I did my surgery she went back to her hospital for a check-up and the consultant couldn’t understand why it had vanished!
Some people go to see a doctor when they need an operation but someone like me intervenes by cutting into the etheric body without leaving any physical marks.
Before I start my surgery I put an invisible mask over their face to give them anaesthetic and usually they start to feel sleepy.
I work from my mental X-ray and if I see any blockages I remove them intuitively. My right index finger usually waggles and sometimes a light shoots out of the end like a laser into the part of the body that needs to be healed.
Sometimes people feel my fingers paddling around inside them, a little scratching or itching but they never experience any pain.
I tell them they may feel a little tired afterwards and need to rest, just like if they'd had a procedure in hospital. After all, they have had an operation – even if it is in the spiritual realm.
I’ve cured everything in my time from eye problems to tumours. I have even saved the career of a professional violinist who needed a major operation on her hand.
To think I nearly turned my back on the job Spirit wanted me to do. Now, I look back and am so grateful to Spirit for guiding me towards helping people and making that first cut.
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Making a diagnosiswith the help of Spirit
My family have all benefitted from having a psychicsurgeon dad
My wifeDenise is a great support