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No More Tears In HeavenDennis Binks
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I thought you might be interested in how I became to be a clairvoyant
medium. It was a very heartbreaking and testing time. My mother was a
clairvoyant, but she is 86 years old now, and has left her reading days
far behind. My grandmother also was a clairvoyant medium, a very
profound one, as she was on stage with Charlie and Sid Chaplin before
Charlie left for America as the famed 'Tramp'. She used to give
readings to the stars of the day. Violet Carson of Coronation Street
fame, Anne Shelton, the famous singer, Gracie Fields, and many more
would make their way to her dressing room for a reading. My Grandmother
worked all over Europe. I was not interested in this at all, however.
I remember coming home from
school to our huge house in Liverpool, and in the front room there was
the table lamp on with a red chiffon scarf draped over the shade. I
knew Grandmother or 'Nanna' was reading. I would open the door, and a
dozen or more ladies would be sitting on wooden chairs along the
hallway, waiting. I had to run the gauntlet of getting my hair ruffled
and my cheeks pinched. I would enter the back room where my mother
would be sitting, with a handful of mint imperials and humbugs and my
hair ruffled. I was about 7 years of age then.
I left school still not
interested in the mediation that went on with Mum and Grandmother, as
they held circles at home. At 16 years of age, I entered the Army. I
served 12 years, and must admit that on more than one occasion my
psychic ability came to the rescue.
I was married and after 12
years in the Army, where I left at the rank of sergeant, I began
working as a store detective and security officer in and around stores.
I finally was given the job of security manager of the Town Centre in
Corby, Northants, where I learned self-defence, taught by the police at
their headquarters in Wooton Hall, Northampton. I could not have been
further away from mediumistic abilities if I tried. My security
officers carried handcuffs, and all were chosen from ex-forces
backgrounds. It was a very physical job. It was nothing, on a wet and
cold Monday morning, to go crashing to the pavement with a shoplifter,
until I started to suffer tremendous backache, and my hip was very
sore. After months of treatment, I incapacitated from work with
arthritis. I was heartbroken. I was used to running, thinking nothing
of a ten-mile run before work, and was now a self-defence instructor. I
had participated in the kick boxing championships of Great Britain,
where I came second, and had worked on nightclub doors as a bouncer.
Now, however, I could hardly put one foot in front of the other.
My wife Evelyn was a rock to
me. I had five children. Scott was married and 31, Haley was 28, Lee
24, Natasha 18, and the baby Craig was 12. Lee had battled for years
with a serious drug problem. He had been in hospital many times with
overdoses, and spoke often of dying young. He lived with his girlfriend
Claire, who stood by him steadfastly. On January 1st, 2001, at 9:15 at
night, I was on my computer, and the door and windows were closed too
keep out the cold, when I felt a distinct feeling like someone blowing
on my neck. I turned round suddenly, smiled, and said to myself “Don't
be stupid.” Then Evelyn screamed at the top of the stairs, “Dennis!” I
hobbled down the best I could to find her in tears, holding the phone,
as she whispered, “Lee is dead.” I took the telephone and screamed,
“Who is this?” It was Glenn, the father of Lee’s girlfriend. “Lee
jumped from the top of the multi-story car park, Dennis,” he said. “I
am so sorry, mate.” We had to go to the police station, and then to
home of Lee's girlfriend’s parents. Everyone was crying, including my
children and wife. Across the road from the house stood the multi-story
car park, and you could see the very spot from which Lee fell.
Well, we had the funeral,
holding the family together in its time of grief was hard. I never had
time to grieve, really, not until the funeral was done. Then it began.
I was seeing colours. People were walking through my bedroom at night.
I heard talking downstairs, and when I investigated, no one was there.
As soon as I relaxed, patterns on the wallpaper were crawling up the
wall, and plants were moving on their own.
I finally ended up at the house
of a lady who taught awareness and development, exhausted, and needing
help. Slowly, all that had been bestowed on me began to unfold, and
within three months, I was on the platform in Spiritualist churches all
over the UK, giving messages to people. One day, Lee's girlfriend
called, and asked if I would like some books of Lee’s. When I collected
them, there were about 40 books on clairvoyance and mediumship. I spoke
to Lee’s friends, who told me that Lee had been a clairvoyant. He had
been able to give messages to his friends from their loved ones in the
spirit world, and we had never known.
I now teach three circles, am a
trance medium, and Vice President to the Spirit of Light Spiritualist
Church, Corby, Northants. My son, Craig, is now 14 and very aware. He
sees spirit all the time. My mother always used to say, “One day you
will be working for spirit, without a doubt.” Lee works with me all the
time. It has been two years now, and although time has moved on, it has
seemed like no time at all. Lee visits regularly and talks to his
mother through me. We know when there are going to be pregnancies in
the family. I was driving along the M6 motorway one day with a friend,
when Lee suddenly came into my head. “Slow down, Dad,” was all he said.
I did, and about a quarter of a mile ahead was a pile-up on the lane I
was in. Why no more tears in heaven? Well, at Lee's funeral we had
played, “No Tears In Heaven,” which is a song written by Eric Clapton
when his son also fell to his death. It just seemed very poignant. |
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Date Submitted:
1/2/04 |
Copyright Information:
Copyright © Dennis Binks, 2002 |
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