The John Holland & Lisa Williams Workshop (yesterday)

So yesterday I was fortunate enough to go to Lisa Williams and John Holland's workshop in San Francisco. The following is my experience. (I was too lazy to re-type it so I just posted the thank you to John).

Hi John!
Just got back from San Fran. Loved the workshop. It was awesome. I just wanted to share my experience with you. About 2 weeks ago I was watching Lisa's show and, as usual, she said that anyone has the ability to communicate with their loved ones. I turned off the t.v. and laid down in bed. I started talking to my brother, who had passed some years ago at the age of 25. Suddenly I felt this incredible energy from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. It was warm, I was instantly hit with an overwhelming feeling of joy. I had to go to the bathroom and when I laid down again I felt a gentle hand on the back of my head. Suddenly I smelled chocolate cake. I had made chocolate cupcakes earlier and thought maybe my husband had brought one into the room and left it on the nightstand. When I turned over to look I smelled warm cinnamon rolls. These were two of my grandmother's signature dishes. I was thrilled! I had heard about the workshop and told myself that if I were meant to be there I would be. I also told my brother to come through, of course. During the workshop you were doing a reading. You asked the woman's name and it was Debbie. You asked if she had a sister and she said that her sister was with her. She stood up and you asked her name. It was Darlene. My name is Debbie and my sister is Darlene. You said that one sister lived out of state. Darlene(my sister) does. You said that a younger male energy was coming through. He was shorter than you. The two sisters in the audience couldn't connect. My brother was 5'2" 85 lbs. when he passed. You asked if there was an amputee in their family or something with the knees. My mother had both her knees replaced. You asked about painting. "Who paints," you said? The sister's said that their aunt does, but on the way to the workshop my mom and I were discussing Bob Ross, his techniques, and the fact that my mom had some canvases and we should start painting. At the end you asked the sisters who Joseph was. They had no clue. My dad's name is Joseph. Cowinkydink? I don't think so. The way he came through was exactly as it should have been. Just how my brother would have done it :) I just wanted to say thank you for sharing yourself and your gift.

Love and blessings,
Debbie Rivera-Collins