True Accounts Of Visions, Angels, And Healing Miracles
Day One
We gathered in a large, pleasant lounge on Friday morning. Wide windows running the entire length of the room showed the sun shining on the green, rolling hills of Connecticut. Inside, by the back wall, tables were set up for participants to register alphabetically. Closer to the windows, simple tan chairs and couches were arranged into small "conversational" groupings. However, everyone was quiet. There were none of the quick pleasantries and nervous energies of newly forming groups. Even at the tables the people were whispering their way through registration.