Denis’ story starts while he was but a wee lad peacekeeping with the Canadian Army in Cyprus. Canadians are (or were) known for walking about the world’s dangerous places while carrying white-painted guns that scream: “Look at me! I have No Bullets.” Denis was one of these strange people getting paid for getting shot at while not being able, nor allowed, to shoot back.
Later in Germany, Denis had a long conversation with another soldier in an army canteen. His sergeant came over and asked Denis who was he talking to? Denis pointed to the fellow beside him, who simply faded away. After this conversation, he was promptly marched for a visit with the medical officer. You see, it seemed to his soldier buddies that he was talking to an empty chair. This was 1958, remember? People were really scared of this kind of behaviour. After all, mental illness was considered deadly contagious then.
The medical Officer pulled him out of duty and segregated him to a separate room. Separate meals. Sleeping in. No getting shot at. Hell, if only he’d known how to get out of all that stupid activity sooner! Like during Basic Training. Denis was sent to a Canadian Army psychiatrist, of which there was only one. This is 1958 Canadian Army Peacekeepers. The whole Canadian army, navy and air force would barely outnumber New York’s Finest, you know…the Police Force. Also, even the mention of psychiatrist put shivers in people’s spines back then. Denis was quite afraid he was going to be locked up in a rubber room for the rest of his life. However, he did live in relative Luxury for a month in Germany all because he’d talked to an empty chair.
The psychiatrist showed Denis a pile of files of other people who’d seen and chatted with the same person since 1945. Denis felt a whole lot better after the psychiatrist told him he wasn’t crazy. He even said there were organizations in Europe that dealt specifically with the unusual, and this type of strange event. Denis went, and learned ideas an average Ontario kid never even knew existed.
The Army suddenly realized that Denis had always had flat feet and could no longer be a soldier, and Denis was given a ticket home to Ontario. Denis got as far as Hamburg airport where a stranger approached him in the airport, called him by first name, and told him his answers were in India, not Ontario. Denis was thrown aback by this strangers’ commanding voice and strange apparition, pondered a bit, then declared to the man that if the plane for India was leaving before the one for Canada, and it was cheaper, then he’d go see what India had to teach him. It should only take a few weeks to learn about all this stuff, or so Denis thought! He exchanged his ticket, called home telling his Mom he’d be another 3 months, and left for Calcutta.
Now international finances come in handy sometimes. The Canadian Army paid their men in fine and valuable American Dollars, worth plenty on the Cyprus black market. He left there a wealthy lad. India forced him to open a bank account, converting his US funds to Rupees, or something like that.
India occupied him for 2 and some years! He doesn’t remember his Mom’s reaction, but he wrote home often. When you had money in those days, and spoke English, life was easy in India as it cost little to live, and everyone wanted to trade stuff in exchange for English lessons, especially North-American English. Also, having money meant you got a personal audience with the gurus of the time. He or she taught you the basic to advanced techniques without the fluffy embellishments, describing the do’s, do nots, why’s and why nots, and now what do you want to learn Denis? Ah! Go see so and so. He’s the local expert on that. Thanks for the English lessons, etc, etc. This is before the Beatles and rock and rollers got there, remember.
Denis had his fill and decided to go on to Japan. He forgets why. India forced him to reconvert his funds to American dollars, where they blossomed into more than when he arrived, even after expenses. The exchange rate had swung in his favour. He would do the same in Japan with the Yen.
In Japan, Denis lived in the International Center in Kobe, again a place where everyone wanted to learn American, er, English. Later he exchanged meditation techniques he learned in India for knowledge in Japanese Martial Arts and Zen Buddhism. Denis did his first reading at a subway station when his Japanese friend took ill.
Arriving back in Canada, he discovered that a peculiar law against witchcraft included the activity of telling the future, and anything psychic. Funny, that’s exactly what Denis was doing: Readings and teaching these techniques and skills to others.
At one time in the ’80s, Denis hosted a highly successful psychic show in Portland, Oregon, responsible for completely turning a low-rated time slot into the number one spot in a short few months. His success unfortunately drew the attention of some nasty folks who campaigned against the radio station’s sponsors, effectively killing the show and his welcome to live in the good ‘ol US of A after a run of two years.
Denis lives in the Cold Canadian area known as Ontario, (ie: colder and more snow and people who talk with a funny accent). Over 50 years later, Denis continues his work as a professional psychic, and as a mystical, psychic and spiritual educator. He has become a skilled internet user. This peace-loving man ironically likes to play tank games on his computer, and is an aficionado of the tools and history of warfare.
What Denis does today:
Denis has been doing psychic readings since 1961 and continues to do so. He teaches the entire spectrum of psychic methods, meditations, regressions, palmistry, the works. If you ask really nicely, he will offer guidance on your Kundalini situation.
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