Near Death

Do professional athletes wonder why they were blessed with their extraordinary physical capacity? In other words, do they ponder why they and not others? Do musicians, artists, and talented painters do the same? Perhaps not. They simply are born with a unique talent and spend their lives exerting effort to nurture it. So, should I question why I was born with the ability to hear voices from the "beyond"? The truth is, unlike millions of people, I hear voices that I deduce come from the spiritual realm. These voices guide me, warn me, and sometimes even advise me.

These aren't voices that reach my ears with the same clarity as the normal voices of the people around me. In fact, they aren't even voices; they're more like ideas that arrive in my mind with varying degrees of clarity depending on circumstances I don't understand.

During my childhood, having this special ability led to several difficult moments. I might even say that my entire childhood was negatively impacted by it. Teasing, misunderstandings, accusations, and suspicions of having a mental problem fill my earliest memories.

When I even doubted myself and wondered if I was somewhat crazy, life brought a spiritual guide into my path, an oriental man who spoke with a distinct accent. He explained to me what was happening and taught me how to transform this apparent flaw into a virtue.

Later, I read numerous books on religions, esotericism, healing, life after death, people who had near-death experiences and recounted what they had seen, and so on. Nothing quite convinced me, perhaps in some cases, I needed further explanation. From all that material I devoured, I chose the word "shaman" to try to identify myself. It wasn't a perfect word, but it came much closer than other words that didn't convince me at all.

A shaman is the bridge of contact between this world and the "beyond." They can heal both physically and spiritually, offer advice and guidance, and interpret dreams and nightmares, countless things that have happened since time immemorial. It's not exactly what I do, because for instance, I never attempted to heal a sick person, but in some cases, it's quite similar. Initially, I could only hear "voices," but Master Hao helped me develop myself to, for example, travel to the spiritual realm, be strong against malevolent spirits, and use that unique talent that set me apart to help others.

My consciousness, as the master reiterated many times, is God's embassy within me. Everyone must always consult and obey the voice of their conscience, and always be motivated by the highest possible purpose. Arrogance and egocentrism arise after completely ignoring the voice of our conscience and losing our way toward where we should direct our energies.

I never saw myself as a person who could charge money for doing what a shaman supposedly does. I felt that this could create an unfair imbalance compared to someone who doesn't have money to hire me or simply doesn't get to know me. Reading palms, curing illnesses, bringing back a departed lover, providing good fortune before starting a business, and other similar things didn't convince me as a real profession to support my family.

During my adolescence, a family crossed my path that I wanted to impress. I learned that someone was causing problems for the family's father, and I tried to help them using certain techniques I had learned from Master Hao. Thanks to this experience, I learned two important things. One, I shouldn't use my spiritual gift to impress someone; that was simply irresponsible.

And the second lesson was that I was able to find a way to use my unique talent and, at the same time, generate economic resources to support my family in the future. I decided to become an investigator, or rather, a shaman and investigator. Brandon Nagha, shaman and investigator.

The first person who knew about it was my Master; I couldn't make such an important decision without consulting him. I was determined, whether with his approval or indifference, I would have embarked on that path in my life anyway. But if he had clearly told me that he didn't believe it was suitable for me to be an investigator, then I would have reconsidered. As soon as I presented my project, the Master approved it with joy, only reminding me not to forget to be loyal to my conscience and not to take cases of personal quarrels. No matter what, the goal of helping the entirety should always come first.

I was barely a teenager in those days. I took a course on certain laws and regulations that private investigators must adhere to and obtained a license. I could even start carrying weapons if I wanted to. I could hardly believe it. I began to plan where I could get money to rent an office to establish my headquarters, but both the master and my father gave me the same advice to solve that problem. Both of them told me to go to a printing shop, order my first set of business cards, and distribute them to everyone I knew. If the profession brought me money in the future, then I could rent an office or buy a building. Until then, any table in any bar in any city could be my office.

I never carried weapons nor had the desire to do so. What could I do with a weapon, shoot someone? I would never have done that. Everyone, even the worst criminal, carries within them a small piece of universal love and universal energy that keeps the world working. Behind the thick layers of a criminal's mistakes is an original, divine, beautiful, loving essence created for good, to harmonize with all beings of creation. If I killed the criminal, I would also be killing that valuable part, and what's worse, I would be depriving them of the possibility of repentance before leaving this life. No, I couldn't have shot anyone.

To my surprise and as a sign of immaturity, money did not start falling from the sky like manna despite having a license. Not many people needed a private investigator, and those who might need one associated the image of an investigator with someone very different from me, a freshly graduated high school student. For a while, the investigator's license only served as an answer when people asked what I did for a living. At least I didn't have to maintain an open office or pay rent.