Image Carriers

By Genel Anthony

This book will take you on a journey through covert meetings, paranormal encounters, and mystical phenomena.

A secret group of people brought the author into an uncharted world rich in mysticism, psychological awakening, and elitist deception. This book will put your beliefs about life after death to the test and open up possibilities you

• Language: English
• Publisher: Genel Anthony
• Release date: Dec 17, 2020
• ISBN: 9780646832722

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Chapter One:

New Friendship

I want to remember this for the rest of my life!

It was an unseasonably balmy autumn day in this magical city, which seemed alive with activity as its rainbow-coloured inhabitants went about their business. The enormous grey monolith, which stood triumphantly and kept watch over this thriving land, yawned as clouds slowly gathered around its well-known flat top. Table Mountain in Cape Town, South Africa, gave the impression of being alive, safeguarding its inhabitants with its sheer dominance and ever-changing moods.

High above the ocean, along a winding road that hugged this world-famous mountain, two attractive young women laughed noisily and sang out-of-tune to old songs blasting from the car's stereo. They specifically chose the two-door sports car because they believed it reflected their youthful personalities. The dawn had led them to secluded vantage points along the mountain and ocean routes, where they photographed everything that contained natural beauty. Now, they were returning to their beachfront hotel in Camps Bay.

As they drove along the zigzagging road, they could see the sheer cliff face rising into the heavens from the grey mountain. On their left was a precipitous plummet to the raging Atlantic Ocean. Along the rocky edge, clumps of grass and wretched-looking wildflowers frantically clung to life as turbulent currents from below attempted to uproot them.

The age of the attractive blonde behind the wheel was precisely twenty-eight. She spoke with a foreign accent, giving the impression that she was a visitor. She was visiting a family acquaintance in a small town approximately two hours' drive from Cape Town. Her new companion, who was seated in the passenger seat, was a local. This beautiful woman was a slender African woman who had just turned twenty-two. Her family ran a shabby store in the town where her friend was vacationing. Due to the small population of the obscure village, they became good friends and discovered that they shared a great deal in common.

They had planned their exciting adventure a month in advance, reserving a wonderful hotel in Cape Town’s Bay area. They wished to go out and have fun dancing, and they did. They rented a car to travel to all the coastal beaches, gardens, and mountain sanctuaries, and they took countless photographs as souvenirs. The driver, overcome with excitement and awe-inspiring scenery, abruptly exclaimed, I want to remember this for the rest of my life!

Her friend responded, Me too! and they both burst out laughing.

Due to the lack of traffic on the road, the driver's attention was only partially on the road. She only had to ensure that she remained within the designated lanes; otherwise, they could easily tumble over the cliff and into the ocean below. As they sang another well-known song, the car unexpectedly jerked forwards, throwing the unwary passenger into the dashboard and fracturing her jaw. The driver screamed as she attempted to maintain control of the vehicle as it gained speed on the mountain's descent. The young African woman was desperately attempting to stem the flow of blood from her nose and mouth as she grabbed the door handle for support, screaming for the driver to stop!

The driver soon realised that the brakes were not functioning; she attempted to keep the car close to the mountain so that it wouldn't fall into the sea below, but the small red car suddenly spun around. The driver lost all control of the vehicle shortly after a tyre or something else detonated with a loud explosion. She could only watch in horror as the car sped towards the mountainside and slammed into the cliff, causing it to topple over before landing on its roof, upside down, in the middle of the road.

Both women were injured and bleeding. The driver moaned in agony as she surveyed her injured passenger, who had escaped her seatbelt and was flopped on the roof's dented interior. Through the open sunroof, she could see shattered glass on the road, and her companion appeared gravely injured or possibly dead. At the periphery of her vision, through the broken door window, she could see a large dark-coloured vehicle momentarily stopping as it rounded the bend. After a few seconds, or longer, as the injured driver began to lose consciousness, she heard what sounded like scraping sounds. She then realised that her upside-down automobile was travelling along the road while emitting a harrowing, high-pitched screech.

As the driver hung awkwardly while upside-down in her seatbelt, she observed the passing road through the sunroof. She was aware that her car was sliding towards the ocean on its roof. It was only a matter of time before they went over the edge into the raging ocean below. 

Adam Green, who was in his early forties, resided in the southern hemisphere, on the opposite side of the world, on a large island with golden dunes, surfing beaches, and hopping marsupials. Sydney, Australia was his home. He is a successful business consultant and counsellor with a private practice, working with the corporate sector and seeing private clients for general mental health issues. Adam enjoyed his solitary status. He lived with a young man who had become his unofficial adopted son. They shared a residence on the lower north shore of Sydney, a fifteen-minute journey from his office in the city.

That morning, the alarm clock rang as it did every morning at 6.30 am. It had been another frosty night, and the morning was even colder, or at least Adam thought so. He gingerly climbed out of bed, his lean body limp, as if drained of vitality, as he made his way to the bathroom. His thinning, short, dark brown hair was another sign that his youth was behind him. He still had the chiselled features that made him striking to many women. He was tall and had to bend over to catch himself in the small wall mirror. He examines his greying sideburns, wondering if he should just pull them out or dye them to match the rest of his hair.

Prior to departing for work, he entered the kitchen for a quick snack. As he walked down the hallway, the odour of toast being burned filled his nostrils; his youthful friend was awake and had the radio blasting in the kitchen, as usual, burning his toast. They grumbled each other morning greetings. They spoke little in the early mornings. Adam poured his tea and cast a disapproving glance at the youth, as he did every morning. Adam felt that the young man's attire was inappropriate, and he detested how his hair was constantly unruly and wild-looking. Although Adam disapproved, he stopped pestering him to get a haircut months ago.

Adam departed his home and drove to work, as he did daily. It was a brisk autumn day, and the port city was fully immersed in its daily routine. There were traffic bottlenecks everywhere. The radio announcer on his car radio cautioned commuters about gridlock, car accidents, stalled trucks under bridges, etc.: a typical Sydney day.

Adam's office was in the heart of the city. He was always pleased to see Carol, his loyal, long-term receptionist. She organised his clients and ensured agency operations ran efficiently. Adam had been a business and mental health consultant for several years, and his business had expanded over time. Many people came to him for advice and support, as well as to use his special room, which had become renowned among his clients and colleagues. It was said that individuals who entered the De-Stress Room exhausted and agitated would leave looking like new people; refreshed, stress-free, and content. New customers frequently commented on the room and discreetly pondered how to gain access. Many privileged individuals scheduled the room on a regular basis because they believed it reduced their stress levels and made them look younger.

Carol loved her job and was fondly protective of Adam. She considered him a particularly good friend. She was also in her forties, late forties, about seven years his senior. She took her role seriously and acted as if she owned the practice. No one got past her unless she said so. Carol had become even more devoted to her job many years earlier after she experienced some problems with her now ex-husband. Adam was very supportive, giving her as much time off work as she needed. He sympathised with her plight, as she and her young daughter had to find emergency accommodation after her marriage took a turn for the worse. Since then, she always said she would never forget what Adam did for her and her daughter, and the unconditional support he gave to them during that time.

On this day, one of Adam’s regulars was coming in to visit him. Officially, she was no longer his client. He used to work with her in a clinical setting a few years earlier when she was having challenges managing her chronic anxiety and fears. She was initially referred to Adam by her psychiatrist, after spending a short stay in hospital. She told Adam that she wanted to hide from the ‘big bad world’ for a while. Her psychiatrist thought she needed more counselling and support rather than medication management.

Adam worked intermittently with Evelyn for approximately two years before determining that she no longer required ongoing counselling support. Evelyn maintained contact with Adam because she respected and liked him. She frequently conveyed to him that she regarded him as a friend. This was unusual for her, as she had difficulty trusting or caring for others. Adam also decided to permit her occasional visits. This was because he and Carol had come to like Evelyn, as well as the fact that she appeared lonely and lost.

Evelyn was not your typical-looking middle-aged woman. She had no friends because of her sometimes-peculiar behaviour, which at times made people feel uncomfortable. She had brown hair that always hung untidily just above her shoulders. Long strands of grey hair were in the mix, and she did not bother much about those. She also had a strange personality. She would speak very abruptly at times, causing some to think that she was rude and arrogant, while others thought she lacked social skills. Adam realised that these were all part of Evelyn’s idiosyncrasies. She didn’t appear to have any family and never talked about her personal situation. She harboured many secrets and would not share them with anyone.

If anyone inquired about Evelyn's personal life, she would either alter the subject or pretend to be oblivious while focusing on something else, leaving the questioner perplexed. Adam was cognisant of these characteristics and understood that they were her coping mechanisms. He frequently pondered what in her past had shaped her personality. In addition, people would often glance at Evelyn and conclude that she had a loose screw or was otherwise flawed in some way. However, Evelyn didn't care what people thought; she stuck to her eccentric ways and lived in secret, although Carol had recently discovered that she lived on the northern beaches of Sydney. Evelyn would also disappear for months at a time and then reappeared as if nothing happened.

Adam was aware that some of his colleagues viewed him as equally peculiar as Evelyn, especially after the publication of his article on the NO people. Adam was interviewed by a renowned journalist about the origin of the term 'NO persons' many years ago. Since then, he and Carol, as well as many of his clients and colleagues, have affectionately used the term, but many others find it offensive, so they've resolved to only use the acronym among themselves.

As 'NO' is an acronym for None-Operating, the term 'NO persons' refers to those who contribute little or nothing to society, their families, or even themselves. These individuals appear to be hollow on the inside; they frequently describe feeling exhausted and aimless. They report feeling as though they are no longer a part of life; no longer functioning normally, going in circles, and accomplishing nothing. Many of them report feeling drained of energy, as if they are not adequately living their lives and missing out on opportunities. Some claim that they can no longer differentiate between the trivial and the significant; that is, they go about their daily lives focusing on trivial matters while neglecting the more significant matters. In addition to feeling guilty about things over which they have no control, they sometimes feel guilty for no obvious reason. According to some professionals, it may be a symptom of anxiety or another mental disorder. Regardless, Adam discovered that many of his clients related to this term immediately and were eager to escape their non-operating existence.

Since the publication of his article, Adam's reputation has increased among some of his peers and clients, but declined among minority groups who believed he was labelling individuals. Adam was satisfied with this term because it benefited his clients tremendously. Many of them still expressed gratitude for Adam's instruction. This method was so effective that many of Adam's associates adopted it as well.

Most individuals are aware that many mental health disorders manifest in a variety of ways, and that individuals exhibit a range of symptoms. Even though two individuals may have the same disorder, say anxiety, their treatment may vary based on their circumstances and personalities. The coinage of the term 'NO people' provided many with a quick understanding and insight into their circumstance, empowering them to take control and responsibility for making positive changes in their lives. These individuals were also aware that this was the initial step of many on the path to inner peace and contentment.

Adam devised an efficient plan to combat the NO people's predicament and get them operating as they should. They must first learn how to assume responsibility and become a creator, not a victim. This is when the actual work begins. If you are a victim or a passive passenger along for the ride, therapy will not work. You must be the architect and conductor of your desired destination and objectives. As soon as word spread about this innovative approach, the NO people rushed to Adam's office to learn how to escape the dreaded affliction of being a None-Operating person and, in turn, how to address the underlying causes of their disorders. Sadly, many of these clients were previously misinformed. They had been told they could accomplish anything, regardless of how unrealistic, and encouraging young minds into areas that were not a good match for them while ignoring the individual's real and deeper issues. Consequently, the unfortunate misguided individual felt even more helpless and confused, embarking on a crooked path that led to no development or resolution of their problems. As a result, there is no advancement and further despondency. Many of Adam's happy and successful clients frequently place their hands over their hearts and declare to the world that they were once NO persons, but no longer. They had broken the cycle of deception, escaped the confining swamp of their mind, and returned to their path of freedom, where their true destiny awaited. Adam had encouraged these confused individuals to separate themselves from the reality of others.

Carol often got hot under the collar when she read or heard people criticizing Adam about his article on NO people. Most of the information was not factual, and many of their unsubstantiated comments were fabricated and sensationalised, painting Adam as an evil person. Carol often wondered how they got away with printing and reporting untruths about people.

Adam wasn’t disturbed about all this, as he ran one of Sydney’s most popular and successful counselling businesses. His unique and upfront style was a hit with many people, including some of Australia’s most well-known and wealthiest individuals. He had no worries about his business ever going under, although one journalist seemed to want this. Carol believed that some of these media people were envious of his success and his enlightened approach. They didn’t like what he had to say, as it went against their own agendas and ideologies.

Adam had developed an interest in psychic phenomena, extrasensory perception, and related fields during the past few years after receiving reports from some of his clients that were beyond the realm of reason. These reports came in too frequently for him to dismiss them. That aspect of life had always piqued his curiosity, and he had a gut feeling that there was more to life than the material world and what could be observed. In addition, Adam had experienced a number of his own mystical encounters over the years, which he either discounted or tucked away in his psychological basket of problems too difficult to tackle. However, three incidents from his history bothered him, and he was unable to explain the reason behind his paranormal encounters.

One of Adam’s first freaky experiences was with a young female friend named Drizzy, many years ago.

Adam made friends with an odd-looking girl he had never seen before when he was ten or eleven years old. The girl informed him that she lived in an area nearby and was also around ten years old. They grew close and would frequently play together in the neighbourhood woodland and park. Adam's parents were from a rural location, and their home was next to a sizable, forested area at the end of their road.

The girl wasn't very popular with Adam's other friends, and they didn't get why he was interested in her. The name Drizzy was an odd name. Not only was she a girl, but she was also unfamiliar with the neighbourhood. Her appearance was peculiar; she had jet-black hair that trailed down her back, pale skin, and earrings in each ear. In the late 1960s, it was simply frowned upon for a child to wear earrings, and people were wary of newcomers with unusual names, particularly if they practised weird rituals.

Adam thought Drizzy was fascinating and didn't understand why everyone was so upset with him. She shared many traits with a tomboy. She was prepared to battle anyone who crossed her, could run as quickly as he could, and could scale trees just as good as boys did.

Eventually, he discovered that he was seeing her in secret in a treehouse he and his friends had constructed the year before, deep within the forest. At other times they would often stroll further into the woods, sit by the river, and converse for hours about topics that Adam would never remember years later. All he knew was that he found her intriguing to be around.

Drizzy picked a wild white calla lily one day while they were in the overgrown woodland by the river. These plants grow wild along the riverbank. She wanted Adam to be interested in the flower, so she showed it to him. Since he had grown up surrounded by wildflowers, Adam was not interested in them, but he played along and humoured her. As Drizzy pulled the flower closer to him and urged him to see the yellow spadix sticking out of the petal, he was shocked to see tiny speckles surrounding the spadix. Upon closer inspection, he counted hundreds of tiny dots rotating around the golden inner stem, resembling tiny insects in flight. But they weren't little insects, though. These appeared synthetic, or they were like something he had never seen before!

After a little while, Adam took a step back since he didn't enjoy the uneasy sensation he was having in his stomach. It seemed too strange. He felt the sudden urge to leave the riverbank and head home immediately. Adam looked up at Drizzy and saw little coloured dots or specks flickering about her head and upper torso. Drizzy sensed his distress and inquired if he was okay. His eyes then shifted to the long grass growing nearby, swaying gently in the summer breeze. He detected a subtle glow of light emanating from each blade of grass, a purplish-blue haze. The trees all around them seemed to be swaying slowly, appearing alive with reddish to pinkish light surrounding their upper trunks and foliage. The slow-moving, muddy river was adorned with dazzling lights that were multicoloured like a rainbow. He frantically wiped his eyes, believing that something was in his eye or that he was seeing things. It was ineffective since he could still see tiny iridescent lights encircling Drizzy's head and the surrounding region.

It seemed to Adam that time was standing still, and he began to panic and started to rub his eyes more furiously. Drizzy asked what was wrong, as she had noticed no changes in the immediate environment. Adam saw that she moved her mouth quite slowly while speaking. He yelled that there was a problem. Now, Drizzy stood as though in a trance, motionless, just staring at him in a catatonic manner, as though she had been shut off—frozen! His panic reached a breaking point, and he made the snap decision to flee the scene and run home, leaving his new buddy behind as she stood there, unmoving, staring forwards in a fixated stance amid the dense undergrowth of the tall pine trees.

Adam felt his vision was getting back to normal as he ran through the forest, staying on the well-trod trail they frequently used. He was feeling alright by the time he emerged from the forested area and onto the road that led to his home. He felt better when he arrived home and went to his bed to relax. After a little nap, he tried to push the whole thing from his memory, even though he wasn't sure if he should notify his parents.

Drizzy was a strange girl, coming from a different culture and religion than most of the other residents in the neighbourhood. Back then, phobias were popular because Adam's friends all had similar upbringings in terms of culture and religion. The general mindset was one of us versus them. Minority groups stuck to their own neighbourhoods and socialised with those people who shared their interests. They had no social connections to the community. Adam remembered several small-scale games they used to play, in which the host nation would always ultimately triumph over people from other countries. Adam's buddies weren't too thrilled about Drizzy playing with them in their suburb because that's how things were back then. However, she was brash and determined, so she would turn up anyhow.

Adam didn't see Drizzy again for approximately a month following the event besides the river. This was quite typical. She would be a bother every weekend and school afternoon, and then she would just disappear for weeks at a time. His other buddies did the same thing. Every afternoon, depending on what was going on, they would play, and occasionally Adam wouldn't see them again for a while. They would be spending time with their family, going to church, getting into trouble, being grounded, and so forth.

When Drizzy finally made an appearance after that terrifying experience with the lily flower, she asked what had happened and why he ran off so quickly. Adam didn’t really want to revisit that day. For one, it scared him. But also, he didn’t want Drizzy, a girl, to know that he was on the verge of crying. But she persisted. He finally told her briefly what he had experienced that day. Her recollection was that Adam just shouted something and then took off, racing down the path back home. She had no memory of her being frozen or ‘switched off.’ Drizzy gave him a disbelieving look as Adam went on to describe what had happened to him that day. It made her incredibly excited. Adam will never forget the fascinating narrative she told him. She explained to him that her aunt had a habit of talking about those people who could see the truth in everything. These people can see the light that surrounds all living things, to glide along the timeline, to appear and disappear at will, to see between locations, and to perceive things that are normally invisible to the human eye. She eagerly told Adam that he might be like the individuals her aunt talked about all the time. Adam declined to meet her aunt, even though she asked him to.

Drizzy entered Adam's life when he was ten or eleven years old, and they stayed together for a year or so before she disappeared completely. Adam didn't see her again, so her family must have moved.

Adam always explained the incident away as an allergic reaction to the flowers or something nearby, which is why he was hallucinating that afternoon, even though he had spent most of his early childhood playing in that area without any issues. And for a brief while, he did not buy into what Drizzy had told him about people who could see things in other dimensions. However, Adam still won't allow the white lily flower anywhere near him still today. 

Adam had another unexplained event later in life when he was a little older.

In his early twenties—twenty-two to be exact—he had another strange experience. He was socialising with his best friends in a large, rented house he leased with flatmates. His two flatmates were away so he invited his best friends over to watch movies and have a small party. After much drinking and laughing and playing loud music, the party ended, and his friends went home. Adam, alone in the house, locked up and went to fall onto his bed. He was very tipsy, to say the least, but happy and content with the success of the evening. He hoped his friends would talk about the success of his party and perhaps invite him to their next get-together. As he lay there in bed, feeling contented, he slowly began falling asleep. Just before nodding off completely, something made him open his eyes slightly as if automatically checking on something in the semi-dark room.

That night, the moon was bright, and there was some light in his room. He could see patches of darkness all around the space. As his tired eyes focused on the room before slumber, he was astonished to see an egg-shaped, hazy apparition in his room. It hovered close to the doorway, measuring four or five feet in height. It appeared to shift, taking on a completely new form. It was a hazy shape that was trying to manifest or vanish, like in the middle of the invisible and tangible, but without any distinguishable physical traits. Adam's eyes widened at this, because he had assumed that someone had broken into the house and was now in his bedroom. Yet at the same time, horror ran through his mind as he realised that he was staring at something that was not human, or even possible!

His heart raced as he observed this horrifying spectacle, which lasted only a few seconds, and he was unsure of what to do next. Was he noticed by this thing? He just lay there, his heart thumping loudly, his mouth slightly opened, his body rigidly stiff. The odd, hazy form began to advance fast in his direction, causing Adam to scream out, freeing his body from a trance. He quickly grabbed for the small light on his bedside table for cover, flicking it on and holding it in front of him as if he thought someone would fall on him at any second. However, no one was there. The thing vanished. He was shocked, terrified, and trying to gather himself when he hurriedly looked around the room and saw no one. Whatever it was, that creature was gone. Adam said that his heart was pounding so hard that he felt as though he was about to have a heart attack. He was frightened by the event because he thought it was real and not just a product of his intoxicated mind.

Many years later, Adam, who is now in his early thirties, experienced yet another unusual event. It was a Sydney weeknight in mid-January. He went to bed as usual. After finishing his book, he must have set it down for a while because the next thing he knew, he was suspended over his bed and staring down at the person who was laying there. He was curious about the identity of this individual.

As he thought about this, he suddenly realised that he was staring at himself. Then, he felt himself suddenly and startlingly shooting upward at a very high speed, leaving him stunned. Suddenly, it was dark. The stars were out, abundant in the great distance. Everything was silent. Strangely quiet. Not a sound. Despite the rapid speed at which he was drifting upward, he experienced neither turbulence nor vertigo. Looking down, all he saw was darkness and a few stars in the distance, yet oddly, amazingly, he felt no fear. It was both comfortable and serene. There was complete silence until he heard distant, feeble voices laughing and conversing as though they were having an enjoyable time. It was voices from up above. He spun around to look upward, to see if he could make out anything. He heard the chatter growing louder as he ascended.

As he rose through the air, he noticed an odd-looking platform dangling in midair coming into sight. He decelerated as he got closer to the platform's base. Though he could only see the bottom of the vast podium, he had a gut feeling that people were having some kind of party or get-together up top. It sounded joyful and celebratory. He heard an older, recognisable female voice call out to him just as he was about to float up to investigate who these folks were and what kind of gathering, they were holding.

‘Adam! What are you doing? Go back! Go back now!’

The voice was so precise, so genuine. Adam was rendered motionless by it. He obeyed the voice without question or hesitation and began to go back. He recalled feeling as like he was falling, and that he was falling faster and faster as the platform dipped out of sight. The next thing he knew, he woke up. His light was still on. There on the edge of his bed was his book. Adam glanced up at the ceiling right away, as if he thought someone was staring down at him, but there was nobody there. He knew the voice very well. It was the voice of a woman he adored and who had taken care of him frequently when he was a child. His devoted grandma had passed away a long time ago.

These three summaries of Adam's life events are just a small sample. Similar occurrences have been reported by numerous other people. And what does all this mean? Is this true evidence for the existence of an afterlife and an unseen world, into which living beings may occasionally be permitted admission under certain conditions? Sometimes it feels like this undiscovered world opens to us, even if it's just for a moment. But for what reason? Or are all these event’s part of an intricately working human brain that occasionally pulls off incredible feats, with brain chemicals igniting here and there to create a stunning biological light display that is only visible to the observer?

Meanwhile, Adam’s clients continued talking to him about their personal and paranormal experiences, hence his thinking that he must have something tattooed on his forehead about his interest in this area. When circumstances come together inexplicably to help someone fulfil their destiny or reach their goals, some refer to this as synchronicity or intuition. In either case, his clients kept telling him bizarre tales. He couldn't help but feel that there was a lot more going on here about this strange topic. In their private sessions, a few of his successful CEOs and other company managers—people who were leaders in their fields—admitted to him that they depend on their innate intuition to succeed in business. They talked about making decisions and winning over projects and people by employing their intuition and gut instinct in addition to their regular skills, and they concealed this knowledge from others. Additionally, they disclosed that they frequently engaged psychics and other paranormal techniques to manage their enterprises and make judgements. Therefore, it's more frequent than many may realise to occasionally venture into the mystical world.

When it came to Adam’s unique methods of dealing with some of his clients, a number of people sat on the fence with his approach, while others again thought it could be the future of counselling. Adam’s approach was to work with the whole client. When working with those needing healing, he incorporated the bio-psycho-social-spiritual, along with a quantum understanding.

After Adam stated that modern society looked to be moving away from this holistic and mystical approach—pointing out that current health and medical professionals seemed to specialise in one area at a time, ignoring the other components of a person—he became unpopular with some of his peers. For instance, treating one area alone won't result in total success; treatment of other related areas is also required. Therefore, what good is it to refer someone to a specialist for treatment of one specific condition, like insomnia, and then send them to another specialist to prescribe medication for the insomnia, and so on? Treatment by one specialist may not have much of an effect on other related areas, such as stress management, interpersonal interactions, and so forth. The individual requires care, and consideration should be given to each of these aspects. How about stress or relationships? In the past, healers investigated the whole person, and did not send their patient to many other healers to work on different presenting issues, as this is not only stressful for the patient, but can end up costing the unsuspecting individual a fortune.

Since many of Adam's clients work in demanding environments and frequently have fits of extreme rage, irritation, anxiety, and despair it is not uncommon for them to exhibit both psychosomatic and physical symptoms. These patients showed positive results from the evidence-based treatments as