naomi
09-25-2001, 07:58 PM
I love watching Crossing Over. But, when my daughter told me that John was going to be in Charlotte and asked if I wanted to go, I had to really think about it.
I was afraid of being disillusioned. What if it really was all phony? At first I said I didn't want to go. But, my daughter bought the tickets anyway. Then, a few days before the seminar I decided to take a chance. Boy, am I glad I did.
We chose our seats. I remembered how often John says that you don't sit in a certain place by accident. I'm not normally one who likes to climb over people. But, for some reason I was drawn to two empty seats in the middle of a row. John was amazing. I just couldn't believe how he hit the mark every time. I heard no people discussing their loved ones beforehand, no people coming around asking questions. Everything was exceptionally low-key.
After about five or six readings John pointed to our section of the room. He started throwing out stuff and it turned out to be the lady next to me. But, the amazing part was that I almost put up my hand in the beginning because so much sounded like it was meant for me. This couple next to me had a son born brain-damaged who died soon after. My first daughter was born brain-damaged and died at the age of 9. So much of what they experienced with health workers etc was just a copy of my life. I felt that I had had a "me, too" reading.
But, I think the thing that really toped it off for me was the fact that earlier in the day I was talking (in my mind) to my daughter who crossed. I said "Wendy, if you show up tonight, mention the roller skating thing so Dad will know it was really you" My daughter had been totally helpless all her life. Shortly after her death, one morning my husband woke up and told me about this strange dream he had had. He was teaching Wendy to roller skate. Well, almost as the last thing at the seminar, out of the clear blue, John just looked around the room and said "What's this about roller skating?" I knew then that she really was there.
I was afraid of being disillusioned. What if it really was all phony? At first I said I didn't want to go. But, my daughter bought the tickets anyway. Then, a few days before the seminar I decided to take a chance. Boy, am I glad I did.
We chose our seats. I remembered how often John says that you don't sit in a certain place by accident. I'm not normally one who likes to climb over people. But, for some reason I was drawn to two empty seats in the middle of a row. John was amazing. I just couldn't believe how he hit the mark every time. I heard no people discussing their loved ones beforehand, no people coming around asking questions. Everything was exceptionally low-key.
After about five or six readings John pointed to our section of the room. He started throwing out stuff and it turned out to be the lady next to me. But, the amazing part was that I almost put up my hand in the beginning because so much sounded like it was meant for me. This couple next to me had a son born brain-damaged who died soon after. My first daughter was born brain-damaged and died at the age of 9. So much of what they experienced with health workers etc was just a copy of my life. I felt that I had had a "me, too" reading.
But, I think the thing that really toped it off for me was the fact that earlier in the day I was talking (in my mind) to my daughter who crossed. I said "Wendy, if you show up tonight, mention the roller skating thing so Dad will know it was really you" My daughter had been totally helpless all her life. Shortly after her death, one morning my husband woke up and told me about this strange dream he had had. He was teaching Wendy to roller skate. Well, almost as the last thing at the seminar, out of the clear blue, John just looked around the room and said "What's this about roller skating?" I knew then that she really was there.