Suzane Northrop was in Albany New York at the Holiday Inn for the weekend. Since that city is near where your favorite editor at Spectral Review resides, it was decided that he and his wife would attend one of her scheduled events.

For those that are not familiar with Suzane Northrop here is a blurb from her web site:

I am a medium working with the DPs. DPs have become a comfortable term for members of the Dead People’s Society. If this sounds like I don’t take death seriously, nothing could be further from the truth. What is true, is that I no longer question what death is or is not; rather, I deal with all the ramifications of the fact that we do not die.

What is as equally important to me as a medium is helping others validate their own connections/contact with loved ones who have passed over. Although our dreams, beyond a doubt, is the way most communication happens, contact does happen very differently for everyone. More importantly however, what I’ve come to learn is we need to believe and know without any uncertainty that we all have the right and permission (by God or a higher source) to contact or be contacted by a loved one who have passed over into the spirit world. This is the ultimate test of our faith.

We must admit we have an open mind about these things. And looked forward to experiencing the event. If you are interested you can check Suzane Northrop’s calendar to see if she is coming near your town.

On Saturday she had a seance limited to 8-10 people. It was $200 a head so we opted for the Sunday seminar. The seminar was much more like what you would see on the John Edward show. Your editor had seen John Edward in Las Vegas a few years ago at a large theater. That show was entitled “John Edward and Friends”. One friend being Suzane Northrop.

As everyone else, my wife and I have our share of family members who have crossed over. As for your editor, there was my Dad and his siblings. My Dad’s twin brother Bob, brothers Roddy and Fred, and sisters Edie and Jean.

My Aunt Jean was a wonderful person who spent a lot of time at our house during your editors teen years. If she did visit, your editor was quite prepared to receive advice to make an effort to improve ones posture and to stop cracking his knuckles.

The room at the Holiday Inn was much smaller than the theater in Las Vegas. I counted around 240 chairs. So a much better chance to be “read” than the big auditorium we were at in Vegas. We got there very early and were in the first dozen or so of people to go grab a seat. So like Bob Uecker “we must be in the front row!” So that is where we went, front row on the most left two seats.

It was a 3 hour event. She spent the first hour and fifteen minutes just talking and giving a presentation. Suzane is a very good speaker. And cracked many jokes. It was very interesting and entertaining. Next was a 15 minute break that ended up being closer to 25.

When we returned we did a “meditation” thing that was actually pretty interesting. Everyone was quiet and soothing music was playing. Suzane talked while we imagined that we walked up a flight of stairs, down a hallway toward a set of doors. We were to go in the doors but before we did we were to leave our fears on a table outside the doors. We entered the doors and we came upon a grassy meadow bathed in beautiful sunlight. We could see a gazebo and we headed toward it. In the gazebo was a bench. Maybe someone would be there and maybe there would be no one. We hung out there for a while. Then it was time to return. Heading back toward the doors, about half way we looked back to the gazebo. Paused for a moment then continued to the doors. We went into the doors, down the hallway, down the stairs and back to where we were.

Notice, we did NOT stop to pick up our fears! Unfortunately I left my cell phone there too.

When we returned my wife told me that she saw her brother’s two dogs who recently passed frolicking in the meadow. Just running and having fun.

My gazebo had a 42 inch plasma TV.

Next we got to the “reading the dead people” portion of the seminar. I glanced at my watch and it was 11 minutes after the hour. Just 49 minutes left. I had wished there was more time!

Suzane explained that often the other side knows who is going to be at these things and they seem to get together and plan out where people have similar stories. And then it seems that we the audience often end up sitting near one another. So it’s important to listen to all the interactions because even if you don’t get read directly, someone else’s reading could be a mirror of yours.

She started the readings and worked her way to the back of the room. Motorcycle crashes seemed to rule the next twenty minutes. There were at least three people sitting near each other in the back with the motorcycle incidents. So didn’t see any parallels there. Then the missing body parts took over. Eyeballs, legs, arms. Not us. But they were closer to us at least because those people seemed to be in the middle. Maybe she will work her way our way.

I glanced at my watch and saw the show time had actually ended. But she was still going on. We did hear some things that seemed to relate. A couple that passed had the same first names of my wife’s grandparents. And one of them spoke a foreign language. My wife’s grandmother spoke Slovak. The notion of twins came up but were twin boys that are here. Shortly after a reference to the Navy. My Dad and his twin brother Bob served during World War II.

I checked the watch again and it was 15 minutes past the time the show was supposed to end. But Suzane was heading to the front of the room. Maybe something will happen.

“I have a guy who liked to show his false teeth. Anyone recognize that?”

Of course about 17 hands go up in our row and the row behind us. Sounds like it’s a guy thing to do while living. And apparently on the other side they think it’s unique! At least we found our group! Including my wife because her grandfather thought he invented the routine also.

I remember when my Dad first got his dentures. I would prompt him often to smile without them in. It was the funniest thing that particular 10 year old had ever seen!

So they pass the mike around. A woman tells everyone that it’s her brother. Then another person tells their denture story. And a third.

Suzane says “I’m also getting a Jean or Jane name associated with him.”

The lady sitting next to me says “OOOH I have a Jane!” “OOOH pick me!!!” She tells her story that I cannot even remember one thing about because I’m getting ready to say something….

“Thank you and have a good night!” And Suzane walks out.

Crap.