OK, I'll give you a quick summary, though I really don't like writing about him. In the late 1960s, he was probably in his seventies, about 5 feet 4, blue eyes, thin white hair. Wore glasses and was always dressed in an oldish suit with a white shirt and a nondescript tie. He wore a hat, a fedora, and glasses. He had a rather protruding lower jaw and probably wore dentures. He was very overbearing and pretended to have psychic abilities. He was very eager to have people let him "take over" their lives; to become his followers, in other words. He was a despicable and very sinister man, though he pretended to be altruistic. Probably the most egotistical person I've ever met, and he was personally responsible for breaking up my marriage, as strange as that may seem.