Jennifer DiCamillo
Highlandville, Mo
CALLED BY THE SPIRIT
Participating in the Universal Passing Over on October 28, 2006 at the Alexis Park Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada was a purpose driven gathering of intuitives, some of great renown, and was an overwhelming experience for me. When I was first asked to be a part of the event, I felt most humbled—and that feeling became greater by the day as the event came nearer. Perhaps that is because those “on the other side” who realized what I was about to attempt—with the other psychics, and mediums invited—were quite heavily attracted to me, and intent on preparing me spiritually for the experience.
I prayed and meditated for spirit to direct me—that I might be a vessel through which truth and the light of Christ would pass. I asked for protection—for myself, and all those involved, and for those who might be a witness, or a participant in any way—including those souls we hoped to reach.
The purpose, as I understood it, was to seek out the souls who have been lost, or unable to find the light—that proverbial tunnel to heaven that so many speak of—and help them “cross over” or go toward their next plain of existence. In order for a mortal to participate in this event, I believe we who partook had to become spiritually open to light entities that would guide the process. Some might refer to those as angels. I certainly would.
Purity in purpose directed the event, and I can say, even now as I write this description, I feel a tingling along my arms and across my shoulders—which is a sign to me that spirit is guiding my choice of words. I pray, even at this very moment, that I may relay the truth of what happened—that you may know when you read it that this testimony is divinely directed, and that your spirit will feel a sure sense of truth—knowledge that spirit has a hand in this communication.
Upon me, and within me, there is no claim of greatness or anything other than humility and delight that spirit shares with me this divine presence of simple truths. As we pray for the light of Christ to dwell with us, and protect us, and those around us, pure and righteous spirit is drawn to our company.
It may seem that I repeat this sentiment, but I’d like you to become spiritually centered in that so that you’ll be receptive to the testimony I write here, and that your spirit will have a witness of truth.
The closer the event of the Universal Passing Over came, the more time per day I felt compelled to meditate, or pray for companionship of a guiding spirit, and God’s presence. This was a preparation of spirit, mine and otherwise, that was necessary for the successful completion of this divinely directed process.
When powers unseen choose to orchestrate a physical event, things come together by the invisible hand of God—the omnipotent power of the universe. Call it what you will. In the case of my traveling to participate, I saw that power in unbelievable measure. I prepared emotionally, and packed my things, with full faith that the means to travel and be there would be arranged by that higher power that had invited me to attend.
My husband was out of work for several months prior, so my money was limited, and I have five children—so you can imagine how tight things were for us. However, we received a large check the week before we needed to leave our home in Missouri, and it was just enough to cover transportation and meals. Also, I trusted that lodging would be provided somehow.
As it was, we arrived in Las Vegas on Friday—the night before the event—only to find that all the hotel rooms were taken, or priced outrageously over $200 a night. I “sort of panicked” for an hour as I called hotel after hotel on my cell phone. My husband cracked something smart about, “What will we do if your spirit guides don’t get us a room? Sleep in the car?”
It reminded me to pray for help. And, as God is my witness, the next call I felt compelled to make was to a resort service. Against all odds, a room became available at, get this, $164 for the week. The reservation maker said it popped up on his screen as “just available” literally as I requested a room and was told “there was no room at any inn under $200.”
This was not in a dumpy dive, either. It was at the Grand View, a two year old Gold Crown resort, complete with a kitchenette and free laundry service. (No kidding.)
This is my testimony…as you prepare to do as the spirit would have you do, gifts are given to help you accomplish your task. Interesting in itself that I received the room, the resort was located on the far south side of the strip—beyond all gambling, and anything some would consider indulgences of sin. The property was restful, and had a Jacuzzi tub in which I meditated au naturale, soaked in water. This allowed me to surrender the feel of my physical self, as the lukewarm water relieved all sense of earthly pressure on my body.
My husband said I looked like I was asleep, lying in the tub with my head back and arms flayed, palms up. (For hours) He left me to it, wondering what I was thinking. I will tell you, my thoughts were like wisps of pleading. All I asked for was purity to fill me, and to direct me in preparation. I felt a gathering of spiritual energy, and it energized my whole body from the inside, yet I felt a complete and utter peace, and a rightness about what I was going to participate in.
This is important for me to relay because I am a Christian and have been raised in going to church weekly. The church I attend believes in the Holy Bible, spirit, and prayer and meditation, and following the example of Christ in unconditional love and forgiveness—but I was somewhat afraid of the perception members of that organization might have of me, if they found out that I took part. I am not what you’d call “an advertising psychic”, although the cat’s out of the bag now, I think.
What I gained from the meditation was a true sense of peace in destiny. I was meant to participate in the event, and I should not let my fears keep me from helping spirits progress.
This concept is so important because spirit continually relays this message to me—none of us should live in fear. We must rise above earthly condemnations, or fear of recriminations, to a higher vibration of spirit that will guide us on our emotional and spiritual journeys. (Easier said than done, I know.)
The physical is merely a training ground for higher understanding.
That does not mean we don’t have to deal with the physical. As fate would have it, I somehow walked out of my house in Missouri without the one outfit I had planned to wear at the event. So, as we hung our clothes in the hotel, I was horrified to say, “I don’t have anything to wear!” I’m a woman, so things like that are very important to me.
I’m also a very large woman, and so finding clothes to fit are not an easy thing. However, we went looking. And here’s another example of how spirit takes you to the heart of all you need…the first store we went to had a red skirt and top set that fit me perfectly, was on sale (within my limited budget)—and was the first thing I tried on. So, I was not forced to gnash teeth over what to wear, or spend hours shopping frantically the night before the event. I bought it, of course, and went back to the hotel to meditate, thanking God that a gift had been given to make the experience more enjoyable for me, and that the finding of it was not stressful.
The morning of the Universal Passing Over arrived, and I fasted in hopes that I would truly be ready to do whatever was required of me. Once there, at the Alexis Park Hotel, I was surprised that the room was not overcrowded with spectators. Honestly, I feared (yes, there’s that word again) that there might be an overwhelming negative energy—that might possibly obstruct what we hoped to do. This, I thought, might come from spectators.
I can only assume that the others who participated had meditated for protection against that—as I had—so that nothing, or no one, who would not be “of right mind” for the gathering would come into the building—at least until the event had occurred.
The room was cleansed by more than one person.
Vickie Gay, who organized the Las Vegas portion of this universal event, asked us all to pray for protection to surround us, and the room in general.
When it was time, twelve individuals gathered around a circular table. In my head, I prayed continually, silently, for the protective light of Christ to fill me, and the others, and—indeed—the roomful of spectators, but mostly I was concerned with those of us at the table. I stressed in my prayers that all negative and evil be made to leave, or stay away until we were through.
Others around the table asked to speak a prayer of protection aloud. While we held hands through those, I felt a mantle of energy descend upon us, cloaking me over my shoulders and down my arms, connecting us where our fingers were joined.
As Vickie prayed for protection, officially beginning the “service of helping spirits pass over,” another energy became apparent to me, and I felt an entity above and behind her. I believe that was the male entity she spoke to for guidance in how to proceed. With the appearance of his energy upon the circle, Vickie began to vibrate, and shake all over with it. As I was on her right, that zinged through me and added to my own sense of energy. I imagine that was felt around the table in a continuous circle.
These things occurred, literally, in uncounted seconds…I felt a coming of negative energy—which I perceived to be behind me, (where the door to the street was). It was outside the circle, and that renewed my own rote prayer of protection—and I noted that Vickie, too, prayed another protection for us all.
And, as if swept away with a great force, an energy (I cannot possibly define or relay properly) circled the table and wove itself around our legs, or so it seemed. I kept my feet planted flat upon the floor—envisioning roots growing from them—through which any negativity that might be in me could be drained out. And, as Vickie asked for us to envision light rising from the table, that picture came to my mind, and I ceased to notice the “rooting”—but felt more “lifted and light” in spirit.
To me, as I “fell more deeply” into the meditation, the light began to rival that of the Luxor Hotel’s beam that shoots into the sky. The light was more gloriously white than I can describe, and grew in intensity as seconds passed—and surpassed that of the Luxor’s beam.
It seemed to me that the outer edges blurred to blue, and I sensed prismatic colors of the rainbow outside my spiritual vision of it. I was focused on the center and only got “peripheral sensations” of these other colors which were manifested outside the white light. This, I think, was symbolic of the auras of those present at the table, stronger in shades around certain people—more intensely green over the head and back of a reiki healer sitting almost directly opposite of me, bluer (blending from the green of the reiki healer to a turquoise) over a small woman from Idaho.
Directly opposite of Vickie were too women, whose names I do not know, that had such strong auras that they seemed to vibrate with energy and umbrella outward in the most beautiful blending of pinks, mauve, some streaks of purple, to shades of lavender. I felt a strong sense of honest spiritual love bouncing back at me from that…which is notable because I did not know those women. It confirmed the reason Vickie asked them to sit there. So was the energy they, as one, empowered at the gathering—that it could not be denied as a tone that seeped from them—and seemed to seek out the spiritual energies of those beside them, encompassing them—connecting us in that way.
I am not a studier of auras, so please forgive me if my interpretation is off in some way. I can only relay my impressions. To my right, I felt (rather than saw) another healer’s green aura—in balance to the one across the table from me. There were darker shades of purple to indigo/darker blues on each side of the table and I believe they were around the couples, but cannot say for sure. There was a bright spot of yellow to my right, and I’m sorry, I cannot remember who that was attached to exactly. I think it was over the person directly to my right.
Intrinsic, to my left (over Vickie and the woman on her left) was an amazing mingling of powerful energy, to me there appeared a focusing of gold (in halo) and silvers lacing, sparkling in glinting bursts. I felt that reach upward, empowered by the entity through which Vickie communicated.
I cannot say what light was around me at the time, except I felt the amazing purity of a spirit guide that directs me quite often. Her name is Onna, and she seeks only to help in healing. As the nature of the event was to bring broken souls to the light, she strengthened me and I felt her energy, literally, bolstering mine. When I think of the moment where I realized her presence joining in with us, and all the rest, I felt the overwhelming fullness of spirit that brought tears to my eyes. I can only describe this as a feeling of the purist love and intention for good. Even now, as I type this, I feel it, and tears well up again.
To me, this is a testimony to share…when you come to an understanding of something—not just in your brain, but in your spirit, deep in your soul—the emotions of that moment of understanding are indelibly printed. I hereby testify of the purity in purpose that joined at that table on October 28th, 2006.
Words were spoken, invoking an image in my brain—of the world from outer space—common to what we’ve all seen…a dark expanse with flickering star lights around an earth with swirling clouds over it. I saw this, as if I sat on the moon, watching. That light (that rivaled the beam of the Luxor Hotel) shot upward, disappearing above my view, and as Vickie mentioned the others who gathered around the world, in different cities, doing the same as we were, and asked us to reach out, extending the light of our understanding to them—that we would all be joined—I saw the beam shoot forth new beams, like the spokes of a wheel radiating from the center beam.
They zipped from our spot on the globe, circling, crossing land and oceans, and as they reached their intended destinations, I saw other lights shoot upward, creating a conical impression as the lights slanted, each trying to reach the main beam of light, and joining with it. In effect, a net of energy seemed to be spiraling around the globe, and as suddenly as that vision sprang up in my mind, and completed its imagery, it all went dark (as indigo—not black).
This, I think, was the point where Vickie called for us to help spirits cross over. It felt to me as if I had the lurching heart of the lost inside me. Sadness, loneliness, and grief assailed my spirit—and I know I experienced the emotions of those in dark corners who had given up.
Now, I know that each of us had different experiences, and were called to seek out different souls, and those lost in different ways. Some relayed that they saw actual faces. I cannot say that.
I felt shadows, hunched figures in the darkness, and felt as if I went down a million alleys at night, all at once, and I heard my own voice inside my head repeating, “Come…come to the light. You are not lost. We have come for you.”
(It makes me cry as I type, the emotion was so strong and remains so.)
You cannot imagine the feelings of utter despair that overwhelmed me as I reached out, or the sense of disbelief when they heard the call to pass over—and realized that it was reaching out to them—as individuals. Some could not bring themselves to move.
Others were in awe. I felt that beam of light, as if it were behind me, as I seemed to reach out through it, to lend a hand of welcome and encouragement into those darkest corners. As I peered into the dark, I remember thinking…there are too many, we cannot possibly help them all in this one instance—because so many disbelieved what they were being beckoned to.
But those that realized the truth, it felt as if they crawled (almost like rats)…from every dark corner, hole, and hiding place…as they came closer to the light, some cautiously, or curiously, others scurrying as if afraid the light would disappear before they reached it…I saw their dark shadows become brighter as they neared the beam, and came to me. Not that they came to me specifically, but in my direction.
And as the energies grew in strength of luminescence the closer they got, it seemed to me that the shadows receded. At first, some entities walked into the light—as whole beings. But then I saw a bigger vision, as if I was back on the moon. It appeared to me that a billion fireflies were rising up from the earth, joining the light force that had been created to direct them to the next plain.
As beautiful and amazing as that vision was, I felt another clawing inside me—a whimpering sadness of those who were still lost. And so I remember Onna prodding me to go back into the shadows and darkness for more. Beside me, Vickie, too, entreated us to seek them out, to leave no one we could reach behind.
So many whispers filled my head. And, I swear, they said things like, “I thought I was lost,” “lost forever,” “I’ve been in the dark so long, I don’t think I can…” and the crying, so many sobs in the darkness—some of sheer and utter abandonment, and others as they couldn’t believe they had been found.
I must say…there is no glory to me in this. I, too, felt lost out there—and only the sound of Vickie’s voice directing us, and Onna prodding me, and the ongoing sensation of energy ebbing and flowing around us and the table, helped me to continue in purpose. Picture me holding onto one hand with all I have, leaning from light into the darkness with my other hand and arm outstretched, feeling blindly around in the dark with my eyes closed, going only on the impression of energy for the direction to grope—and my spirit’s voice whispering words of comfort, entreating the lost to come forward.
That is how it felt. And then, as they neared the light, I also heard other voices and I know they were the entreaties of the others in the circle, calling in outwardly silent—but inwardly strong voices—to those they sought out in other corners of existence.
To me, the end came too soon—so many were still out there, still lost. But, I believe, their time will come. I know that I cried for them, and also with joy for those who’d heard and gathered, and crossed over.
Like I said, the vision of a billion fireflies was absolutely beyond anything I would have imagined. And as they joined the light, it grew in intensity. That was something I would not have believed could happen if I had not seen it, since the light was so bright to begin with.
I came out of the experience with a sure affirmation of the knowledge that we are all connected spiritually, and that this existence won’t end until every one of us realize that, and are rejoined in the light of that. In effect, rejoined in that beam of energy. Not that we are actually separated, but that we think and feel like we are. We are pure energy waiting to remember who we are, to call upon “the God within us” and our inner spirit, and spirit guides, angels, to guide us in our choices. Each minute energy is strengthened as we gather for good, and as the images I’ve relayed explain, we become, or are, part of a greater power, and in our selves, part of that omnipotent energy that rules this existence.
Let me add this…I believe we are all on our own spiritual paths, and that we understand things differently. Like a tapestry, the threads of each life are interwoven with others, creating a great picture of humanity and all that is.
We must all endeavor to become enlightened beings, to not only reflect the spiritual light of the beam with I’ve described, but to help others do so, too. The path of enlightenment is one of selflessness, unconditional love, and forgiveness—for ourselves, as well as others.
I believe that many entities have achieved this spiritual perfection, and I testify that the spirits I speak to on the other side do bear witness of Jesus Christ as a great power for good and even as a savior to many. I also hear testimonies of other enlightened beings such as Buddha, and Mohammed.
The big mistake I think many of us make is that we think it has to be one way. The paths of those we reached in the Universal Passing Over were varied and came from all faiths. This was not a gathering of “catholics in one corner” and “jews in another,” and so forth, although I certainly felt that some were gathered like that in the darkness. No, this was a calling of those who would be one. If you do not understand this now, please meditate on it.
Until you can lay down your earthly judgments and realize we are all much alike at the core of our eternal selves…and that that is pure energy and love…you’ll continue to suffer with your misjudgments and your path back to the light will be longer. The truth of this is yours if you want it. You just have to lay down denial and embrace the truth—as your spirit already knows it, and is waiting for you to remember.
The real miracle in this is the love that inspires—and that is already yours. What you have given is circled back to you, and eternally encompasses and connects us all.
I close this testimony with the extension of my love. –Jennifer DiCamillo
ON AN ASIDE NOTE: I have to say that I felt an enormous amount of pleasure and peace when standing next to the Buddhists at the gathering, although they didn't participate in the UPO circle. In fact, their presence there seemed to “center the room”—if that makes sense. I must extend a bow of gratitude for their presence. I believe that their meditations were for the good of all there and should not go unmentioned.
