I spoke at the Universal Passing Over event in Las Vegas, NV and had more people show up for me than any other speakers there. I'm not really sure why that happened but that's how it worked out. All the speakers were very good and all of them discussed things that were important lessons in life about creating and using positive energy to help themselves and others.
Everyone was very good to us except one old woman with white hair who I was told was a witch. She was contentious with everyone. She showed up at my talk, shook her head to everything I said and I'm kinda surprised she lasted 5 min before she got up and left. I was glad to see her go. She was sending off a huge amount of negative energy. Anyone who got near her said she rubbed them the wrong way. She told me there isn't any such thing as ghosts and it was clear she wanted to correct everyone on their errors in terminology. She also told me that male witches were known as warlocks. I thought so for awhile until I saw a show on TV where several witches were asked that same question and they said the term "warlock" was a creation of science fiction writers. If a man was arrested in the old days for practicing the craft he was charged with witchcraft, not "warlock." Witchcraft is a religion and like all other religions there is one term used for both male and female. This woman didn't have a clue what she was talking about but she wanted us to know we were wrong and she was right. I didn't see her speaking at the event officially. Vickie Gay wouldn't have allowed her to. I thought for a moment that I should have told her I know a man who is like she is, thinks he knows it all, tries to force his opinions on everyone else, loves to hear the sound of his own voice, offends everyone he comes into contact with and no one likes him either.
There was an enormous amount of positive energy at the event and when the psychic mediums began their prayer circle I could feel the energy flowing in the room like you feel the jets of water in a hot tub.
Then while two others were speaking and I was standing in front of the door I glanced back to see a man coming into the room and I stepped out of the way only to look back and see there wasn't anyone there. A jet of cold flowed over my back as the ghost entered the room. I asked a monk standing beside the door if he had seen me move out of the way for the ghost that just came in and he smiled and nodded.
There was a team of people there taking photos of people's auras and Vickie and I both had ours done. The system really works, runs off a computer and it is a charged system. You put your hand on a bunch of electronically charged buttons and the camera can actually see your aura. It changes colors and when it become stable they snap the picture. Vickie's aura image was mostly bright white with a touch of purple. Mine was mostly greens and yellows with some orange. The print out tells what the colors on different areas of the body mean. I'll have links to these people's sites on here soon.
There was spiritual healing. Tables lined the walls with information, books, items for sale and practitioners.
We had such a good time I wish you could all be here with us.