I did not want to live as I didn't see any possible way on how a person like me, a psychic who saw people's lives in front of me in a flash, a medium that is able to communicate with the spiritual world and for being tormented for knowing I was gay.
Between 16 and 17 years of age, I tried to commit suicide 6 times. Then something hit me. Why die before having the chance to try? Either people will love me, or hate me, either way, I am going for it. It is like something inside of me snapped. Without my family, it's clear, I wouldn't be here. I also must thank my angels and spiritual guides as they helped me realize who I was, and what I am meant to be.
After this ordeal, I needed to find ways to regain my confidence and self-esteem. That is when I decided to join a modeling agency in Ottawa. I did not do this for career purposes; I just needed to regain my smile!
My 12th grade of high school brought me confidence and self-assurance to regain the happiness and strength I had lost. It was time for my voice to be heard, longing to share my gift with all those who wished to hear.
In my heart and soul, I believed if I gave my all, respectfully, without hiding who I truly was, then I could receive the same respect back.
I went to Embrun High School, a small-town East of Ottawa, and one morning, I felt like I needed to share my experiences with others so hopefully, it would help others. The only way to do this was to read a heartfelt letter in front of the whole classroom in the first period, and I did exactly that.
After the teacher read and reviewed the letter, she asked if that’s what I really wanted and I confirmed that I did because it may help someone else in the long run. I also knew the whole school would hear about it before the 2nd period began.
I grabbed my desk as I was more comfortable sitting down, and I told everyone in the classroom I was gay. I revealed the reason why I wasn't much in school the previous year as it was mostly spent at the hospital. I explained about my suicidal attempts in detail, and especially the last one when I was dying in my uncle’s arms! You could hear a pin drop, everyone listening to every word I said.
I urged everyone to get out of their shells like I did and to accept people for who they are. Once my speech was over, people cheered! Suddenly, I gained people’s respect, and even from those who I never thought would!
That's when I realize, respect yourself first, and others will respect you back.
In the speech, I decided to leave out my abilities because that would be going too far! Not everyone needs to know that part since they will not be able to relate, but my sexual orientation, that was a must, and I am happy I did.
At 17, while still in high school, I began offering private readings at my parents’ home.
I printed 400 yellow flyers and went door to door in my hometown of Embrun.
Once I graduated high school, and after reading many clients that only came to me by word of mouth, I decided to explore more, so I packed my bags, and moved to Toronto. I worked regular odd jobs to pay the rent and bills. I needed a break and live life. I worked as a part-time model and actor while in Toronto as well and enjoyed every moment of it.
After living in Toronto for almost 4 years, I decided to move back home, did the odd jobs again, but it did not feel right therefore, I went back to my sessions. There was no Facebook and I didn't have a website. I had to do it the old fashioned way. I printed 400 yellow flyers and went door to door in my hometown of Embrun. I remember like it was yesterday, holding my umbrella in one hand from the pouring rain and my flyers in the other, believing that it would work even after four years being gone.
If anyone opened the door while delivering the flyer, I would tell them to go see my friend, he was excellent! The flyer was simple. Black lettering on a bright yellow paper saying, “Psychic Medium, Marc, along with the telephone number.”
I had faith that my flyer would reach the right people who would benefit from my abilities. When someone called with their interest, I wouldn't schedule them right away, instead, I gave them a date a week later because I wanted them to think I was busy.
It’s a marketing strategy I learned on my own, and it worked!
So, there you have it, all I had to do was deliver those flyers and when a person called, I would schedule and read them like it was my last reading and the word of mouth did the rest.
A couple of years later, I was invited to appear on Centre Stage at the National Women’s Show. It was intense to tell you the truth because I did not know what I was getting myself into.
On my way to the event, I remember hearing my guides saying “Brace Yourself”. Originally, I thought twenty to thirty people would show up at the stage, and to tell you the truth, I was comfortable aiming low.
After being greeted by Carrie Wilson, she brought me backstage and we chatted for a while.
As we were doing that, I kept hearing lots of people that seemed to be a lot more than 30 people. I did a quick peek through the curtains and to my surprise there was a sea of people. I heard my name on the intercom inviting everyone to the main stage as I was going to be on in 5 minutes! I was shaking inside, and that’s when Carrie asked if I had done this before? I gave her a big smile, and responded “No, not of this magnitude!” I then asked her to give me two minutes to myself.
When I was called on stage, it was overwhelming. All eyes were on me, and I had to show them who I was and what I was all about. I gave them a quick introduction of myself and I went straight into communicating with the spirits that were already on stage with me. Each time I finished transmitting a message to someone in the audience, the crowd cheered and clap. Next thing I knew, thirty minutes was already over, my time was up and I had to get off stage. The crowd booed, and the convention had no choice but to keep me on for another fifteen minutes!
Once I got off stage, my life had changed because I broke the ice for another chapter in my life. What I did on stage that day only confirmed to me what I was meant to be doing.
After this appearance? It was flood gates from there, requests after requests filling up my waiting list like I could not have imagined. After many television and radio interviews, as well as appearing on the cover of a magazine twice, I was then known as “Ottawa’s Ghost Whisperer”.
From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank my family, my friends for the love, the support, and the cheers, and to everyone whom I met so far in this incredible journey.