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Description: Join renowned Psychic Medium Bill Philipps as he takes you on a journey beyond the physical realm. Bill's amazing gift of communicating with the deceased is unparalleled; as he brings through messages, validations and specific details from spirits of those who have crossed over, proving that the soul lives on after death. Known for being one of the world's youngest Psychic Mediums, Bill Philipps has won the confidence of skeptics and believers alike. Throughout several years of reading professionally, he has helped countless people deal with the grief of losing loved ones by bringing through validations, evidential information and beautiful messages which heal and bring a sense of peace. His gentle and direct delivery has earned him great recognition, along with a clientele that spans the globe.
I remember an experience being with some friends and randomly walking into a psychic’s reading room which was part of a strip mall. Before I could get my mouth opened, the psychic began to tell me that I was extremely gifted but not ready to accept this truth about myself just yet, and it would be a couple of years before I truly understood what she was saying. When I had just turned 18 and after feeling more and more drawn for answers, I found myself alone attending a lecture on mediumship- or at least I thought this was a lecture. I came to realize that it was a class on how to develop your psychic skills and that this particular night was a special class on mediumship. How convenient! The moment I walked in I was greeted by the two teachers of the class who both marveled at how my energy filled the room.
For as long as I can remember, I have had a fascination with death, the deceased and the afterlife. There I was, just a young boy, seeing spirits and not knowing what on earth to make of it! In spite of the panic and fear I felt every time, I thought these experiences were “normal”- I mean, didn’t every kid at school see them too? Sadly, no, and even more frustrating was the fact that I couldn’t find the right words to explain the feeling, sensation inside me when it happened. My mother would simply tell me I had watched too many scary movies. After a while I started to accept her well-intentioned, rational explanations and these experiences eventually faded away.
Then my world ended at the age of 14 when I suffered what I thought at the time was a horrible tragedy. Little did I know it would lead me on my life’s journey. My mother and I had been living on opposite coasts when she passed away suddenly, and I was at a loss for words. Later that night I was awakened by my mother’s spirit. I can still remember opening my eyes and seeing the room illuminated with different colors of light. I thought I was dreaming at first, but soon realized that this was no dream. She told me she was all better and not to worry about her anymore. Over the next three years my fascination with her death and this experience compelled me to research it further and investigate “the other side.”
The next two hours of this class completely changed my life. I was put into situations where I had to do readings for two people whom I had never met before. (Umm, excuse me?) I had never done anything like this before! I remember thinking to myself: What am I doing here?! What do I do? Should I just leave before anyone sees me? Obviously, I missed my chance for escape. Good thing, too.
This very nice middle-aged woman asked me a question and I was instructed by one of the teachers to close my eyes and say what I was seeing, feeling, hearing, etc. That’s exactly what I did, but it didn’t feel like anything special to me; just what I was instructed to do. When I opened my eyes, though, the nice woman was shocked speechless and couldn’t believe all the validations I had just shared with her.
The next part of the class was mediumship development and I was sat in front of a new woman. I was instructed again to close my eyes, but this time I had to listen to my inner self and see if anything or anyone came to me. Within the next 10 minutes or so, I brought this lady’s good friend through who had passed from a drug overdose. In my mind’s eye I saw bottles of pills toppling and spilling over. This wonderful woman was brought to tears by the large presence of her departed friend as I explained what I had seen. Before that fateful class ended, both teachers told me I had the gift and it was crucial that I develop it so that I could help people in need. I was so overwhelmed by this and didn’t quite know what to make of it.
My suddenly validated gift was described to me as being the “golden link” to the other side and I made it my mission to hone my skills by practicing on friends. Within one month of doing professional readings, I finally accepted this was meant to happen. This is, indeed, my calling, and I am grateful for being given this gift and the opportunity to help others. Thank you for letting me share my story with you, and I look forward to connecting with you.