Stephen Turoff

Stephen walked into the room. He was a big man. I'm talking about 6'5inches tall, and well built with it. He said, "Good Afternoon" and looked at the card I had filled in. "Heart Problem" he said. "OK." This was said in what we Northerners would call a Cockney (London) accent.

With it being a warm period I had only put a shirt on, however he opened my shirt to the waist. He went over to the sink in the corner of the room and rinsed out a cloth. He then put this cloth onto my chest and placed his hands on it.

He closed his eyes and his hands became like two hot plates, hot but not uncomfortable. He was standing to one side of me so that my wife had a perfect view of everything. I had my eyes open, and Stephen's features began to change. After just a few moments he took the cloth from my chest and threw it over and into the sink. At this point I knew that Stephen was completely under the control of Dr. Joseph Khan, an Austrian Doctor who has been in the Spirit World since the early 1900s.

Dr. Khan then took a knife from the trolley which was by his side,and plunged it straight into my chest! My wife gasped, and I felt the knife going in, but felt no pain. After several "slashings" with the knife in my heart area, he took out the knife and then pushed forceps into this same area and tugged something out. He wrapped this in cotton wool and threw it into a bin,where it landed with a "thud."

Remember that all Stephen knew about me, was that I had a "Heart Problem." It seems that Dr. Khan knew exactly what type of heart problem I had, and I realised that I had undergone "Open Heart Surgery" without anaesthetic. (Remember the surgeon spoke of giving me a Myectomy if my condition got worse?)

This is surely what I had just been given.

Dr. Khan then went through a process of stitching me up, at least going through the motions. I felt as if sutures were being inserted, yet again there was no pain. After this part of the operation, Dr. Khan then took the damp cloth and put it on my chest.

Again he placed his hands on the cloth for a few moments, then threw the cloth into the sink, and said to me in an Austrian/German accent, "I will see you in one month time, have a nice day." With that Dr. Khan limped out of the room, looking considerably smaller than Stephen. I believe that when on this earthly plane,Dr. Khan had a foot impediment.

And that was my meeting with Stephen Turoff/Dr.Khan.

I sat up and eased myself from the table. My wife said, "Did I see what I just saw?" I didn't know what to say, we were both too overwhelmed to speak.

On our way back up to the North of England we stopped at a restaurant. I got out of the car, and whilst still in the car park,  I opened my shirt. There was a red weal (like a raised up mark.) This was about 4 inches long, and there were also flecks of blood among the hairs on my chest. This weal would last about 24 hours.

A month later my wife and I made the uneventful journey to Essex. We arrived about midday, and as my appointment was not until 1pm we had a stroll around the village. I remember that it was a beautiful, warm sunny day. Just after 1pm we were called in; this time we were shown into a room which overlooked the rear garden, and sunlight was pouring into the room from two open French doors.

Again I removed my jacket and shoes and climbed onto the table. Dr. Khan (not Stephen) entered the room. He greeted me with the words, "Ah,it is my friend with the big heart." He turned and asked my wife how she was, and then carried on. Again he followed the same procedure as before; shirt open, damp cloth, hands on the cloth.

He plunged the knife into my chest and then I could feel him cutting into my flesh, after which he threw the knife onto the trolley, and inserted two chrome bars into my chest. The two bars were joined together with a single bar in the middle, on which was something like a thumbscrew, and as he turned the screw, so the hole was enlarged.

He then went into my chest with the forceps, and as he was 'tugging' something out of my chest, I felt the first pain that I had. Immediately as I felt the pain, it disappeared. I thought afterwards that I must have been given some sort of morphine or whatever. At least this sharp pain went. He removed something from my chest again, and wrapped it in cotton wool, and threw it into the bin, where yet again it landed with a "thud."

Does cotton wool make a sound when thrown into a bin?  Not so, there was something in it.

Dr. Khan went through the procedure of removing the chrome bars, and stitching me up, placing the cloth on my chest, and of course placing his hands for several moments on the cloth. He removed the cloth said to me, "There is no need to return, unless of course you feel the need." With that he turned, and with a "Have a nice day" Dr. Khan limped from the room.

It is perhaps 9 years since my psychic operation. Yes, I still take medication. Yes, I still have my ups and downs. But I will swear that I have never been as ill as I was before I saw Stephen Turoff/Dr. Khan.

Stephen/Dr. Khan's healings are legendary. There are two very good books which I have read by Stephen. These are, "Dr.Khan-Psychic Surgeon." Also. "Seven Steps To Eternity."

The easiest way to read about Stephen/Dr. Khan is to go to www.ask.com. If you simply type in, "stephen turoff" in the pop up box, it will take you straight to him.