Clairvoyant Kim Dennis

I talk to dead people...

I know many others have said it before but I really can and have done since I was 13 years old.
It is not a scary thing. It is just what I do. And I've been sharing my gift with others ever since I gained control over it.

Bio - My journey to becoming a psychic

I believe that I have one of the greatest jobs on earth. On a daily basis, I am blessed with the gift to help people by speaking to the souls around them. The messages people receive range from a simple "hello" from a friend to insights into their family tree or even insights into their lives.

Mediumship came naturally to me. Growing up, I always found what I needed at each stage. For instance, my family didn't talk about religion but when I was six my best friend, who was Catholic, helped me learn about God. And when I had daily out of body experiences between the ages of 13 and 23, I travelled to heaven where I was sometimes taught by a guide.

My gift for mediumship first started to appear in my twenties when I would simply know things that there was no way I could have known. I received this information from spirits of those who had passed over and at first I had no idea to what to make of it. Eventually I asked God for help and, bit by bit, the pieces started to fall into place. I soon found the right books and the right people to help me in my journey. As I gained confidence, I started doing readings for people.

After many years of doing readings in person I began to do them on the radio in Calgary. It seems surreal to think back on that experience, it all happened so quickly. The announcer explained what I did and that I would take calls - suddenly the phone lines lit up. That was it. After that I came back monthly and since then have always had a home somewhere on the Calgary radio dial.

The radio format allows me to help countless people at the same time as many of the questions I am asked are universal: Is my departed loved one alright on the other side? Did my miscarried child go to heaven? Do we go somewhere when we pass? When I assure the worries for one caller while others listen, many hearts are calmed.

All of my radio shows use a call in format where listeners call the show to ask me one question about anything. If you have questions about life and death, I invite you to ask them during a reading or when I'm on-air.

Death is not the end. When people die, they cross over into another plane or dimension.

In a reading, people who have passed away whisper to me and send me messages for the person I'm doing a reading for.

D eath is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well.

by Henry Scott Holland (27 January 1847 – 17 March 1918) who was Regius Professor of Divinity at the University of Oxford