Hands of Hope: The Extraordinary Journey of a Physic Healer

By Thomas Williams

Based on a true story.

Michael Hope, was an average young man, unsure of what to do with his life. Until suddenly in 1975, a string of strange events would spiral his life into the unknown world of physic healing. Inexplicable physical phenomena occurred in his presence, and it was at this point that he discovered that he was able to heal with his hands, psychometrize, and move objects without touching them. A very mysterious healing energy had chosen Michael as a channel. But where had this energy come from?.

In his quest to discover from what source this energy came from, and why it had chosen him. He travelled to America, where science was carefully examining such phenomena. Michael voluntarily submitted himself to some of the most rigorous scientifically controlled tests under strict laboratory conditions. And amazed and astonished and puzzled those scientific experts. They could not discover where the energy was coming from. But Michael proved it to them that, that this energy what ever its origin existed within him.

From his first awareness of this energy in his hands, he knew that he had been given this strange energy gift to heal, and every few months he would discover that he had a new ability. But then suddenly things would change, yet another strange interruption, his life would never be the same. (But the great light of hope remained burning).

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Dec 10, 2008
• ISBN: 9781440109621

Thomas Williams

Thomas Williams has written 14 books, both fiction and nonfiction, including three with Josh McDowell. He has ghostwritten another dozen books for several popular authors. Formerly the executive art director for Word Publishing, Tom has designed or illustrated more than 2,000 book covers and now serves as a creative consultant to several publishers. He and his wife, Faye, have three married daughters and eight grandchildren. They live in Granbury, Texas near Fort Worth.

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Contents

Dedications.

Acknowledgements.

Chapter I

First signs

Chapter II

The healing Journey

Chapter III

Michaels Quest to find answers

Chapter IV

Building a foundation

Chapter V

First recognition of his Abilities

Chapter VI

His battle to defeat cancer

Chapter VII

The mind and it’s role in illness

Dedications.

I dedicate this book to my brothers Patrick and Edward and their families.

I love you all.

I was lost but now I’m found, I was blind but now I see.

Acknowledgements.

I would like to extend my sincere thanks to my dear friend J/C for his remarkable art work of my original design, for without his expertise this book would not be possible. Also to Tony Parish for his hours spent editing, and for his sound advise, and for all those whom gave me great support.

Thank you all sincerely.

Chapter I

First signs

This is the story of incredible healer Michael Hope. The impulse to lay his hands on his fathers back in an attempt to relieve his pain was the culmination of a series of events that had plunged Michael Hope’s life into chaos over the past few years. These events were so bizarre that at times he thought he must have been loosing his mind. Certainly none of the events of his childhood resemble the very strange experiences that many psychics and faith healers attest to. Michael was brought up in a middle class catholic family in Dublin, Ireland; his parents Michael and Sarah didn’t expose him to particularly strong religious beliefs, and his life was void of any physic encounters. He never expressed the least bit of interest in healing of any form; on the whole Michael Hope’s childhood was unremarkable.

His parents Michael and Sarah met in England during world war two. They both worked in the British army establishment. Sarah was a clerical worker, while Michael was a soldier. After the war they married and lived for a while in Birmingham, until a job for Michael brought them to Ireland in September 1956. Michael junior was born shortly after that. His father’s independence naturally asserted itself, and he decided to go into business for himself opening a small grocery shop in the beautiful leafy district of Ballsbridge on the Southside of Dublin. For a few years Michael’s parents and his older sister Carol lived over the little shop. By 1959 the shop was well established, and soon after the birth of his younger sister Margaret in that year they all moved into a more spacious house in Sandymount, about a mile from the shop. The house was quite beautiful, with a wonderful view facing Dublin bay.

The carefree days came suddenly to an end in 1960 when an old injury Michael senior received in the war returned with vengeance and grew very severe, three years later in 1963 he was unable to continue working, so they decided to sell the shop at a tremendous loss and moved into an apartment on Raglan Rd in Ballsbridge. Since they had become accustomed to an eight room house, they found it very cramped at times. Michael junior enjoyed living in Ballsbridge because he could quickly cycle down to his friends in Sandymount where he would play football and sometimes go fishing. Michael junior never liked being a burden on his family, and at the tender age of 13 feeling the need for extra pocket money, he found a job as a paper delivery boy, one of the first things he purchased out of his savings was a beautiful guitar, and over time he became quite proficient starting his own rock group that played at many local events. By the age of sixteen Michael’s interest in music led to a job working in a music store called Melody Music on Grafton Street in central Dublin. The proprietor was Ronnie Smith, a happy-go lucky musician in his mid-fifties. Ronnie had played sax for all the top bands in Ireland and was very well known and respected.

From the moment Michael met Ronnie they really got on well together. At the music store Michael quickly learned to play many of the different instruments and proudly demonstrated his ability when asked by a costumer. Rock groups were forever in and out trading equipment and bits of gossip. In time it occurred to him that it might be possible to act as a manager for some of them. So that’s what he did, he became a manager/promoter and things went very well he received 10% of their earnings along with his salary from the music store.

Then something would happen that would entirely change the path of his life. It was in late 1975, he was driving home in a 1971 Volkswagen beetle from Newbridge in Co. Kildare with his best friend Simon Jones, when suddenly all four door locks in the car began to click rapidly up and down, after making sure that neither of them was touching the door buttons, Simon and Michael arrived at the conclusion that the clicks must be the result of some kind of mechanical occurrence. The locks continued to move up and down every few minutes. Then Simon suggested, in fun that maybe some spirit was responsible for the clicks, maybe his deceased mother was trying to communicate, so then Michael jokingly commanded, if there is a spirit in this car give me five clicks, click-click-click-click-click. They stared at each other, in shock, and then began to laugh out loud. What an incredible coincidence! Then they called for more clicks from the car. Sure they felt stupid, talking to this car, but the loose wire or whatever was making the car door locks respond correctly to the commands for ten and then fifteen clicks.

This was no longer funny. They tried to come up with some rational explanations, Simon pulled the car off to the side of the road and turned the engine off, he figured that the door locks would stop moving since the car had no power what so ever. Neither of them quite believed that the other wasn’t playing some kind of trick, so to be sure, they sat in the middle of the seat, holding each other’s hand and wrapped their legs across each other, if a Garda car comes now we will have a lot of explaining to do laughed Simon, oh Garda we’re just trying to communicate to a spirit.

Then Michael asked a question, How much is two plus two! Then four jumps of the locks immediately answered. Then silence. They were now both aware that this was no coincidence. It was impossible, yet it was happening. The remainder of their journey home was in silence. They were each immersed in their own thoughts trying to unravel the mystery. When Michael stepped out of the car that night, he felt anxious, confused, and afraid, but didn’t know of what. He just could not get over the very strange (feeling) in the car. Later that night Simon phoned to tell Michael that the door locks had stopped moving the moment he dropped him off. Simon was certain that it all had something to with Michael. After Michael had put the phone down, he sat back, with his head resting on the couch, and stared at the bright light fixture overhead and closed his eyes. His head seemed to swim. He was sure that there was nothing wrong with the car. There was something very strange taking place. This he felt sure of, and deep inside he knew that it had something to do with him. Why me! He wondered.

When he was seven years old, Michael had what he considers his first unusual experience: he remembered he was wearing a thin jacket over his clothes, for it was a warm spring day, he was kicking a ball across the school yard when the ball dropped down into a steep stairway that led to the school basement. As he ran to get it, a friend called out to him, diverting his attention, and the next thing he knew, he had stumbled over the ledge of the stairway, in what seemed like slow motion, he tumbled head over heels in the air, falling one full story to the hard pavement below. Automatically, he covered his head with his hands to soften the fall. Then he remembered, that it was someone’s hand that had cradled his head and body, gently lowering him onto the concrete. He was stunned for a few