When I was two years old the doctor told my mother I was “retarded.”

When I was a baby, my mother noticed that I always seemed to be in a world of my own. I can even remember lying in a cot – a big basket – and seeing my mother bending over me. Surrounding my mother I saw wonderful bright, shiny beings in all the colors of the rainbow; they were much bigger than I was, but smaller than her – about the size of a three-year-old child. These beings floated in the air like feathers; and I remember reaching out to touch them, but I never succeeded. I was fascinated by these creatures with their beautiful lights. At that time I didn’t understand that I was seeing anything different from what other people saw; it would be much later that I learned from them that they were called angels.

As the months passed, my mother noticed that I’d always be looking or staring somewhere else, no matter what she’d do to try to get my attention. In truth, I was somewhere else: I was away with the angels, watching what they were doing and talking and playing with them. I was enthralled.

I was a late talker, but I had been conversing with angels from very early on. Sometimes we used words as you and I understand them, but sometimes no words were needed – we would know each other’s thoughts. I believed that everyone else could see what I saw, but then the angels told me that I was not to say anything to anyone about seeing them, that I should keep it a secret between us. In fact, for many years I listened to the angels and I didn’t tell people what I saw. It is only now in writing this book that I am for the first time telling much of what I have seen.

I loved the church on the school grounds; sometimes I’d be a little late for school because I would slip into the church before I would go into class. I love churches – they are full of angels. There might only be a few people in the church, but there is always a great hustle and bustle among the angels there. People don’t realize how many angels there are in a church; the angels are there praising God and waiting for God’s people to come and join them, but frequently no one does. At Mass on a Sunday the place is packed: there are guardian angels with every person, angels standing around the priest at the altar, and lots more angels that God sends down. Churches are very powerful places; when I see someone at church surrounded by angels and light, I pray for them: “Please let that person hear their angel today and in some way come into contact with their angel, and through him with God.”

Angels are not just found in Christian churches; they are in the synagogues, in mosques, and in all the holy places. Your religion makes no difference to the angels; they have told me that all churches should be under one roof. Muslims, Jews, Protestants, Hindus, Catholics, and all the other different religions should be together under one umbrella. We may look different, we may have different beliefs, but we all have souls. There is no difference between a Muslim soul and a Christian soul. If we could see one another’s souls we would not be killing each other over different interpretations of God.

Sometimes a person will let Satan enter their life. This can happen through deliberate, malicious intent or through feelings of jealousy or anger, or a perception that life hasn't been fair to them. For example, Satan frequently gains access to individuals when there is a dispute over property or a will. The extent to which Satan can darken a soul varies; his influence may give an individual what appears, externally, to be a great life, but the lives of those around them will be damaged; ultimately, if nothing is done the soul of the person involved will be destroyed.

Growing spiritually - reconnecting with God and the angels, and letting God's love and compassion back into the heart - is the only way of driving out Satan. The angels will help when you ask them. It doesn't even have to be the person who was affected who asks: a family member or friend can also pray for help, and I have seen many occasions where this has worked. It's worth remembering this when you come across evil in your own life: a prayer from anyone, of any belief or background, can and does make a significant difference.