The Mind Reader

By david singer

The retired dentist wasn't looking for these amazing abilities. He was simply looking for a cure for the hand tremor that drove him out of his profession.

After a Brazilian healer cures his ailment, Dr. Finker discovers that the ritual has also given him powerful psychic abilities. He wants to use them to advance peace and justice, but sinister operators might force him into using his powers to cause chaos ands catastrophe. 

Have you ever dreamed of having the ability to read people's minds? Is it possible? Can you imagine how your life would change?

• Language: English
• Publisher: CreateSpace
• Release date: Feb 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386890621

Book preview

I had acquired the ability to see what went through people’s minds. Call it mind reading, precognition, prescience, or psychic ability. I don’t know, but I had it.

I had reached my sixty-fifth birthday and decided that it was time to retire. After forty-five years as a dentist in a well-to-do community in Venezuela, I had great memories of an incredible practice. I knew that I had to stop when my left hand began to tremble. Some called it shaking, some called it a tremor, but I knew that it was a neurological manifestation of so many years of hard work. I went to a neurologist, and he reaffirmed my auto diagnosis.

At first I ignored the trembling, but then during a procedure, my assistant told me that my patient was aware of my shaking hand. That awareness made me hesitate, and I asked my assistant to continue with the patient. After another incident where I couldn’t properly grasp an implant instrument and the patient made me aware that I was having a neurological tremor. That was when I made up my mind to move to Miami, the retiree’s paradise. I resisted retiring at first and went for physical therapy, but that didn’t help much. Then I went into a navigation spree on the Internet, searching for miraculous, nontraditional cures.

Many treatment alternatives turned up, and my curiosity pushed me to explore. Many of them were far out of the scientific realm or not applicable to my type of tremor. For example, ResoFus Alomar used highly focused acoustic sound waves to pinpoint the affected area. This precise pinpointing stopped the improper transfer of electrical signals that induced the tremor. Some of the physicians I visited said it would help my tremor, which was cataloged as an essential tremor, the most common neurological disorder in adults. Although this type of tremor was not well understood, it was probably related to a disruption of the normal functioning of the cerebellum.

All this information made me worry, because it might be the beginning of other associated neurological problems. I needed to stop my tremor. I wanted a tremor-free life, if possible. I studied all the alternative treatments. Initially I tried the medications that were prescribed. I was told that they might drastically reduce the severity of the tremors. They didn’t work. Then I was given the option of the Neuravive procedure, which is an MRI-guided focused ultrasound technology procedure. When that didn’t alleviate my tremor, I was told about surgical options and gamma knife options. This was when I stopped and decided I would either live with the tremor or search for a healer or magician to cure my very uncomfortable ailment. With great difficulty I sold my practice, and with even greater difficulty, I left the city where my three children were born, where my wife and I received part of our education, and where I had spent probably the best part of my life.

The next step was to travel and see a part of the world that we hadn’t visited yet. My wife had been insisting that we travel, but I had always postponed it. I didn’t want to leave my practice for an extended period of time. But now I was free. Brazil was on my itinerary. I had always wanted to visit the famous Ipanema Beach, the Iguazu Falls, and a thousand other places. But Brazil was not the only place we wanted to visit. We had Norway, Finland, and Sweden in mind, as well as Turkey, Russia, China, Singapore, and Japan.

Brazil was where my real story began. I had read about the many spiritual healers of Brazil. Some were well known, some were considered quacks, and some were considered God’s messengers.

Chapter 2

Miami, Florida, United States

Since I had become a US citizen when I was very young, it was easy for my wife and I to move to the United States and establish ourselves in one of the cities of Dade County, Florida. We had thought about moving to California, but so many of the people we knew had relocated here, so it became our obvious choice. We bought an apartment and settled down. We then made plans to visit countries that we thought were exciting and where we could inquire into the ways that they approached my health problem. I thought I should include Israel in my search, since they were so incredibly advanced in medicine and high technology.The decision to move from Venezuela was mainly due to the terrible insecurity that was present .Since Hugo Chavez was elected president the country became shambles. Most of the foreign corporations had to close and move to a safer country. Kidnappings became an everyday thing . It was literally dangerous to be out in the street after sundown .Caracas had become an empty city after seven pm. Many of our friends started to plan their plan B. .This was something which we discussed on a daily basis ,The devaluation of the countrie’s currency was dismal .In 1966 ,when I moved to Venezuela  the exchange rate was 3.50 Bolivars ,per US Dollar .Today ,it is over 30.000 Bolivars, per US Dollar. The inflation has made the people extreamely poor and the middle class stopped existing . It was very difficult to live there .That is why whoever had a plan B started to implement it and leave the country.

Our first trip was to Brazil. I had a list of Brazilian patients who had left me their contact information, so I decided to head to Sao Paulo first. We got a great off-season deal and arrived at Guarulhos International Airport. The flight had been a little over eight hours. We decided to leave the return flight open, because we didn’t know how long we wanted to stay. It would depend on whether we really liked this city and if I decided to receive alternative medical treatment here. I had reserved a free room in the Sao Paulo Hilton that I had earned from the thousands of Hilton honors points from many previous Hilton stays. We finally had a good moment to make use of this free stay.

Chapter 3

Sao Paulo, Brazil

My first contact was my friend Luiz Mella. He was a petroleum engineer who had worked in Caracas, Venezuela, where I had my practice. I had performed an emergency procedure on one of his sons on January 1, a one a.m., after he had his front tooth knocked out. I happened to have been at the same New Year’s Eve party, and it was impossible to refuse treatment. I was able to save his tooth, and the family had been so grateful that they showered me with new referrals and presents. When we called Luiz, he was so happy and immediately invited us to his home in Alto de Pinheiros. It was in the western area of the city, and many Americans and Europeans lived close to him. He was going to send a car to pick us up at 7:00 p.m.

A surprise awaited Dr Finker and his wife Daisy.. After my call my Brazilian  patient had called four other former patients and invited them to give us a super welcome. I considered that a great honor, and I told them Daisy and I appreciated the incredible architecture and enormous size of his house. It really looked like a mansion. It was beautiful. He now worked for a famous Brazilian construction firm and had evidently prospered since his last job. We had a ball! We drank, we ate, we danced, and after their children went to sleep, we settled down to talk.

I told them of my problem, which they must have noticed by now, and I heard several different opinions. One of my former patient’s sons was a neurologist, and he wanted me to meet with him. Another former patient, Juan Texeira, thought I should see a witch doctor, or healer, who lived in a nearby suburb and had performed all kinds of miracles. Juan spoke  a man who could not move his right arm, even after seeing many medical doctors and undergoing surgery, he walked out from the healer totally cured.

Luiz said that there were many healers in Brazil, but there was a really famous one called John of God, who they said had cured millions, including Oprah Winfrey. He ran his house in Abadiania, Brazil, and called himself a psychic surgeon and a vehicle of God, claiming, I don’t cure; I’m an instrument in God’s divine hands.

When Luiz mentioned that John of God’s last name was Texeira, everyone started joking with Juan, whose last name was also Texeira.

Hey, he is your relative! Why are you sending our dentist to a simple witch doctor and not to your cousin Texeira in Abadiania?

Everyone laughed at this very Brazilian way of teasing.

All of them wanted to invite us to their houses, saying that their houses were better, bigger, more costly than the others’. They all gave me their cell phone numbers. Finally, when they started to leave, I asked Juan to take me to his nearby witch doctor. I wanted to try him. He told me that he would set up a visit as soon as he got the exact information.

Luiz decided that he would drive us to our hotel. Luiz wanted to take off a few days from work and be our guide. He was so insistent that I agreed. How could I refuse? He was driving us in a beautiful new Bentley, and he wanted us to move to his mansion. I explained that we wanted to be near the downtown attractions and preferred to have some privacy.

Please don’t take it wrong, I said. We appreciate your gesture.

Don’t worry. I perfectly understand you, Luiz said.

Instead of taking us directly to the hotel, he drove us around the city and showed us Paulista Avenue. We drove by Jardim Botanico, Theatro Municipal, the Sao Paulo Monument, and several other places. The fact that it was late at night helped because the traffic in Sao Paulo was terrible, and it took forever to move around. At this hour all the streets were empty. Luiz described a special aura of emptiness in regard to getting cleaned and ready for another busy day.

The next morning we had breakfast and attempted to find a local English newspaper. We were surprised that few people understood what we were looking for. Finally we saw someone in the lobby reading Folha De S.Paulo. When we approached the man and asked where we could buy a paper, he smiled and took out the Rio Times and gave it to us. He said that he had read it. He invited us to sit down and asked us where we were from. We began to talk and tell him some of our goals in Brazil. He became very interested and told us that he was waiting for a friend to arrive from England, whose primary reason for coming was that his son had one day woken up with his leg all colored in red. No one had been able to determine the reason or the treatment. He wanted to try his luck with one of the many Brazilian healers. We asked him whether he lived in Brazil, and that made him start his story.

No, I was born in Colombia, he said. After many years of work there and in Panama, I moved to the United States, where I started my passion: to visit every country in the world. That’s what I have been doing for the last sixteen years. So far I have been in one hundred seventy countries. I came back to Sao Paulo because my friend Frank O’Mally asked me for this favor. He has never been out of Great Britain. I have been searching for healers, and the most famous one is John of God, so I plan to take him there tomorrow.

Do you have an appointment? I asked.

No, I don’t know how this works. We plan to show up, and we have cash. They say that money talks, and Brazil is no exception.

I really liked this man. He inspired us when he talked, and he made me feel like I had met a man of the world, someone who could instruct and advise us on our future plans. My wife and I decided to befriend him. My friends and relatives had always said, You have the incredible ability to make friends easily, and that is definitely one of the recipes for your success. We invited him to lunch, and he finally introduced himself as Leon Highman.

He soon became entangled in a never-ending, super-interesting conversation about the thousands of experiences he had had on incredible trips. He told us of three books he had written in Spanish: the first one of his adventures traveling with