Contact From The Other Side

     Radisson Hotel, Friday night 6:15 p.m., room 325

     Before leaving the room I speak to Sean: "I''m here son, because of you!  My goal is a short talk with Suzane, and to get a copy of her book for your mom.  I don''t know if you have plans for anything else to happen; whatever the case may be, I''m happy for the validation in the book and for the opportunity just to be here."

     When the elevator door opens to the main lobby, I step out, turn to my right, and walk toward the conference room in the back of the hotel.  There''s no one around as I proceed down the long corridor.  I express my thoughts out loud one final time as I near the conference room:  "If you have any plans in store for me tonight, son, that''s fine - it''s your show," I said.  "If not, thanks for being with me and getting me here."

     During the next forty-five minutes, I sit quietly in the small conference room watching the guests arrive and take their seats; I wonder who''ll be sitting around me once the seminar gets underway, and how close their personal experience will mirror my own.

     I''ve learned from past seminars that the seating arrangement seems to be arranged by the ones above.  They exercise their ability to put thought messages in your mind as you walk through the door.

     People will group together by the way a loved one departed this world.  For some reason, this makes it easier for Suzane to make her connections, as the DP''s intermingle in her thought process.