AnnieB43
08-13-2001, 08:01 PM
My Charlotte/Indy Adventure
(A TRUE story)
Bear with me, this is in “story telling” format.......
I have been a JE supporter for quite awhile...watching the show faithfully since late last year.
John’s work has only confirmed what I have believed for some time now. Actually,for years I've been interested in the NDE near death experience), and have my own library (practically) on the subject. Much to my dismay, it is not exactly “dinnertime conversation.” In fact, go to a cocktail party, get a few drinks in your best of friends, and its still not the conversation of choice.
I had been watching John’s seminar schedule for quite awhile, wishing I could go, but waiting for him to come closer to my home (Eastern PA). After Charlotte and Indy seminars were posted, I knew if I didn't go now, I may never get to go. After checking with (OK.........begging) my husband to go with me, I managed to get seminar tickets and plane tickets (PA to Charlotte to Indy, all in 48 hours!)(HOW I got the seminar tickets 3 days before the seminar is another story in itself).
Our roundtrip flight schedule worked perfectly around the seminar schedules. We arrived in Charlotte at 5:30, just in time to check into the hotel, and then walk 3 blocks to the convention center. It was very full, but the last few rows were empty, and we sat in the very last row, dead center-stage. I had to laugh at the various security guys milling around.....just shaking their heads in disbelief at the incredible crowd some “psychic” guy could bring. While it was exciting, and John’s validations were awesome as usual, in my opinion, it seemed as though he was pulling teeth from many audience members with "psychic amnesia." He used so much of his energy trying to get them to validate, and it was draining to me to watch him have to work so hard. At one point, he was trying to validate a “racoon tail”. He said it again and again, but nobody seemed to connect with it. I looked over at my husband and could tell he had something on his mind.........I whispered impatiently “Do you understand this?” He said “yes, I had a real Daniel Boone hat as a kid.” At this point, no one had bitten on the raccoon tail connection, and I figured well, you just never know ..... I said, “Well raise your hand!” As his hand reluctantly went up, a mic was handed to him,
and for a moment I wondered which relative might be coming through.
My husband said to John......”I had a racoon hat as a kid”......
John said...............”No, that’s not it....”
My heart sank, not only wishing for us that it was so, but also wishing to help John end his tiring search for the rightful owner of the message. While John eventually found the person for whom the message was meant, I left the seminar hoping that the Indy crew knew to do their meditations before Sunday’s seminar! We left the Charlotte seminar, once again amazed by the messages, yet exhausted from one LOOOng day.
On our way back to the hotel, we stopped to eat some dinner at an outside cafe. As I pondered the menu of collard greens and fried green tomatoes, I still couldn’t believe my “impulsive” move to fly across the states, just to see a medium “do his stuff” in person. What was it I was searching for? What did I need to prove to myself? As much as I believed what I believed, my scientific background always managed to come to the forefront and question the WHY or the HOW.
To see him making the validations right before my eyes seemed to solidify something within me.
Before we knew it, Sunday morning was upon us, and you’ll never believe what happened next............
As we boarded the flight from Charlotte to Indy, I was still not quite awake, and had yet to have my morning java. I had just bid good morning to the pilot and crew as we climbed on board (secretly checking out the cockpit as I passed, to make sure coffee was available to the pilot, in case he was anywhere as tired as I was).
As I stood there waiting for the line to move, I noticed a gentleman seated in first class.......”What Dreams May Come” was the title of the book he was reading. As I read the tilte, I tried for the life of me to think as to why it was so familiar........ Last nite at the seminar, John had said he had been reading that book..........I looked up at the face of the man who was engrosed in his reading.....And I swear I almost fell over.
Mr Edward looked up at me and smiled.......My mind was frozen, and as one hundred different thoughts raced through my head, I managed to blurt out......... “Uh, we are on our way to Indy to see you....” What a STUPID statement, huh? But that is what came out.
John replied “Well, I’ll be there!”
I knew I had about 5 seconds to utter one last word, wanting it to be something meaningful, something that he would be proud of......a reflection of what he stood for........I managed to whisper...... “It’s an honor to meet you”, and he thanked me. With that , the line began to move, and my husband reached over and shook his hand.
As we found our seats, I realized that I had indeed gone braindead, and had fascilitated the most unintelligable conversation with that remarkable man. Now, I am not one to ask celebs for autographs, pictures and the like, so that kind of stuff had not even crossed my mind. What is the purpose of the autograph anyway? I had even been hesitant to say anything, for I was sure there were people out there mobbing him all the time. However, it did occur to me that this would probably be the only time in my life I would be able to let him know how his work had impacted me, if only I could think clearly. So I took a few moments during the hour long flight, jotted down a few of my innermost convictions, and I wished him well on his own journey. As I asked the stewardess to deliver my letter to the front of the plane, I was glad I hadn’t signed my name. It wasn’t my name that mattered anyhow, but the message that I wanted to convey to him. ........
As we exited the plane, it was 10:00 am, and we had 4 hours to kill before the seminar. We grabbed a bus into town, and went to the convention center to find the Hall where the seminar would be. It was decided at that point that we would NOT wait in line for the next 4 hours. If we were to get a message, it would come no matter WHERE we were seated. Instead, we explored downtown Indy.
After some lunch,we headed back to the Convention Center. From afar, I could see some people gathered out front........ seemingly celebrating, as pink balloons were released into the air. I said to my hubby......”I have to go ask”......”I know it must be THEM” (yes, Pam and the bunch!) I just knew it was all of you, and I was so glad I stopped and got to meet you all, if only briefly. It was so nice to be able to put a face to the “screen-name”. I wish I could have stuck around, but we had to get in “the line”..... and then after the seminar had a plane to catch back home. I know I could have chatted with you for hours!
And from here, the rest is history. As subdued as the Charlotte crowd was, the Indy crowd was that much more energized. You could “feel” it in the room, and there was no doubt it would be an amazing few hours......
Now , I am NOT one of those people who can remember and tell a good joke......
Similarly, I am not one to remember the details of each and every seminar story (for that we have notes from AMFIE!), but I can tell you that the Indy seminar was more enlightening and entertaining than any Gallery episode I have ever watched. To BE there, feeling the energy of everyone all around you, was absolutely incredible. You could see John was renewed and refreshed from the night before. He felt our excitement, and channelled our energy.....you could see that he felt that the room was alive................. I knew.....this was why I had come......
What more can I say? We left the seminar, and headed back to the airport. My husband, being the smoker that he is, was outside getting his “fix” as I waited patiently at our airline terminal. I was utterly exhausted, and was going over the days events in my mind. As I looked up, I spotted John and his “crew”off in the distance. It so happens that their flight terminal back to NY was located right next to our flight back to Pittsburgh! I sat quietly and tried to smile as they passed by...........
wanting of course to tell him how much the seminar had transformed me.......
My husband and I never did get a reading, and really had no expectations to do so. My search is not one of contacting dead realatives......but is this inner search for peace and understanding (what is my purpose, what path should I choose, who is guiding my jouney).
The work of John Edward brings peace and solace to those who are grieving. He gives us hope, and helps some of us reconnect with our faith. He wants us to communicate with our loved ones TODAY, appreciate them for who they are, and validate their connection to our lives in this lifetime, that truly is his mission. Thanks John for your work and your inspiration, and thanks to everyone at this website who KNOWS this all to be true.......
Anne & Marc
Lancaster, PA
(A TRUE story)
Bear with me, this is in “story telling” format.......
I have been a JE supporter for quite awhile...watching the show faithfully since late last year.
John’s work has only confirmed what I have believed for some time now. Actually,for years I've been interested in the NDE near death experience), and have my own library (practically) on the subject. Much to my dismay, it is not exactly “dinnertime conversation.” In fact, go to a cocktail party, get a few drinks in your best of friends, and its still not the conversation of choice.
I had been watching John’s seminar schedule for quite awhile, wishing I could go, but waiting for him to come closer to my home (Eastern PA). After Charlotte and Indy seminars were posted, I knew if I didn't go now, I may never get to go. After checking with (OK.........begging) my husband to go with me, I managed to get seminar tickets and plane tickets (PA to Charlotte to Indy, all in 48 hours!)(HOW I got the seminar tickets 3 days before the seminar is another story in itself).
Our roundtrip flight schedule worked perfectly around the seminar schedules. We arrived in Charlotte at 5:30, just in time to check into the hotel, and then walk 3 blocks to the convention center. It was very full, but the last few rows were empty, and we sat in the very last row, dead center-stage. I had to laugh at the various security guys milling around.....just shaking their heads in disbelief at the incredible crowd some “psychic” guy could bring. While it was exciting, and John’s validations were awesome as usual, in my opinion, it seemed as though he was pulling teeth from many audience members with "psychic amnesia." He used so much of his energy trying to get them to validate, and it was draining to me to watch him have to work so hard. At one point, he was trying to validate a “racoon tail”. He said it again and again, but nobody seemed to connect with it. I looked over at my husband and could tell he had something on his mind.........I whispered impatiently “Do you understand this?” He said “yes, I had a real Daniel Boone hat as a kid.” At this point, no one had bitten on the raccoon tail connection, and I figured well, you just never know ..... I said, “Well raise your hand!” As his hand reluctantly went up, a mic was handed to him,
and for a moment I wondered which relative might be coming through.
My husband said to John......”I had a racoon hat as a kid”......
John said...............”No, that’s not it....”
My heart sank, not only wishing for us that it was so, but also wishing to help John end his tiring search for the rightful owner of the message. While John eventually found the person for whom the message was meant, I left the seminar hoping that the Indy crew knew to do their meditations before Sunday’s seminar! We left the Charlotte seminar, once again amazed by the messages, yet exhausted from one LOOOng day.
On our way back to the hotel, we stopped to eat some dinner at an outside cafe. As I pondered the menu of collard greens and fried green tomatoes, I still couldn’t believe my “impulsive” move to fly across the states, just to see a medium “do his stuff” in person. What was it I was searching for? What did I need to prove to myself? As much as I believed what I believed, my scientific background always managed to come to the forefront and question the WHY or the HOW.
To see him making the validations right before my eyes seemed to solidify something within me.
Before we knew it, Sunday morning was upon us, and you’ll never believe what happened next............
As we boarded the flight from Charlotte to Indy, I was still not quite awake, and had yet to have my morning java. I had just bid good morning to the pilot and crew as we climbed on board (secretly checking out the cockpit as I passed, to make sure coffee was available to the pilot, in case he was anywhere as tired as I was).
As I stood there waiting for the line to move, I noticed a gentleman seated in first class.......”What Dreams May Come” was the title of the book he was reading. As I read the tilte, I tried for the life of me to think as to why it was so familiar........ Last nite at the seminar, John had said he had been reading that book..........I looked up at the face of the man who was engrosed in his reading.....And I swear I almost fell over.
Mr Edward looked up at me and smiled.......My mind was frozen, and as one hundred different thoughts raced through my head, I managed to blurt out......... “Uh, we are on our way to Indy to see you....” What a STUPID statement, huh? But that is what came out.
John replied “Well, I’ll be there!”
I knew I had about 5 seconds to utter one last word, wanting it to be something meaningful, something that he would be proud of......a reflection of what he stood for........I managed to whisper...... “It’s an honor to meet you”, and he thanked me. With that , the line began to move, and my husband reached over and shook his hand.
As we found our seats, I realized that I had indeed gone braindead, and had fascilitated the most unintelligable conversation with that remarkable man. Now, I am not one to ask celebs for autographs, pictures and the like, so that kind of stuff had not even crossed my mind. What is the purpose of the autograph anyway? I had even been hesitant to say anything, for I was sure there were people out there mobbing him all the time. However, it did occur to me that this would probably be the only time in my life I would be able to let him know how his work had impacted me, if only I could think clearly. So I took a few moments during the hour long flight, jotted down a few of my innermost convictions, and I wished him well on his own journey. As I asked the stewardess to deliver my letter to the front of the plane, I was glad I hadn’t signed my name. It wasn’t my name that mattered anyhow, but the message that I wanted to convey to him. ........
As we exited the plane, it was 10:00 am, and we had 4 hours to kill before the seminar. We grabbed a bus into town, and went to the convention center to find the Hall where the seminar would be. It was decided at that point that we would NOT wait in line for the next 4 hours. If we were to get a message, it would come no matter WHERE we were seated. Instead, we explored downtown Indy.
After some lunch,we headed back to the Convention Center. From afar, I could see some people gathered out front........ seemingly celebrating, as pink balloons were released into the air. I said to my hubby......”I have to go ask”......”I know it must be THEM” (yes, Pam and the bunch!) I just knew it was all of you, and I was so glad I stopped and got to meet you all, if only briefly. It was so nice to be able to put a face to the “screen-name”. I wish I could have stuck around, but we had to get in “the line”..... and then after the seminar had a plane to catch back home. I know I could have chatted with you for hours!
And from here, the rest is history. As subdued as the Charlotte crowd was, the Indy crowd was that much more energized. You could “feel” it in the room, and there was no doubt it would be an amazing few hours......
Now , I am NOT one of those people who can remember and tell a good joke......
Similarly, I am not one to remember the details of each and every seminar story (for that we have notes from AMFIE!), but I can tell you that the Indy seminar was more enlightening and entertaining than any Gallery episode I have ever watched. To BE there, feeling the energy of everyone all around you, was absolutely incredible. You could see John was renewed and refreshed from the night before. He felt our excitement, and channelled our energy.....you could see that he felt that the room was alive................. I knew.....this was why I had come......
What more can I say? We left the seminar, and headed back to the airport. My husband, being the smoker that he is, was outside getting his “fix” as I waited patiently at our airline terminal. I was utterly exhausted, and was going over the days events in my mind. As I looked up, I spotted John and his “crew”off in the distance. It so happens that their flight terminal back to NY was located right next to our flight back to Pittsburgh! I sat quietly and tried to smile as they passed by...........
wanting of course to tell him how much the seminar had transformed me.......
My husband and I never did get a reading, and really had no expectations to do so. My search is not one of contacting dead realatives......but is this inner search for peace and understanding (what is my purpose, what path should I choose, who is guiding my jouney).
The work of John Edward brings peace and solace to those who are grieving. He gives us hope, and helps some of us reconnect with our faith. He wants us to communicate with our loved ones TODAY, appreciate them for who they are, and validate their connection to our lives in this lifetime, that truly is his mission. Thanks John for your work and your inspiration, and thanks to everyone at this website who KNOWS this all to be true.......
Anne & Marc
Lancaster, PA