Nobody had prepared us for the rude awakening at 4.20 this morning when a loud shrieking alarm pierced our ears and awoke the whole family.  It didn’t sound like our normal house alarm but had a gargled twist to it, as though it was being strangled!  Mike leapt out of bed and dashed downstairs to feed in the code to stop it while I grabbed my dowser and started to move over a batch of lost souls who had been ‘dumped’ on our house – and therefore set off the alarm due to the static electricity that always accompanies them!  1, 2, 3, 4….14, 15, 16…and still counting as our alarm is silenced but a neighbour’s house alarm joins in…”Ok, ok….I’ve got you!” I say out loud as our telephone joins in – with 4 loud and shortened rings….

“Did you hear that?” laughed our son, now used to the antics of the spirit world.

“4 is the code from the Angels…” I confirmed.  “They are directing batches of lost souls from around the world and just letting me know I’m in for a long haul!”  Sure enough my dowser flew wildly, transmuting another large batch of souls trapped on this earth and now gathered together by the spiritual heirarchy who guide them here for help.  To explain in more detail how this is so, this is an excerpt from my soon to be published book Ghostwriters in the Sky – A soul is forever, not just a lifetime:

‘I could not achieve the present lengthy channelling sessions – where hundreds or even thousands of spirits return home through the portal of light I hold open with my dowser – without each individual’s escorting guardian angel co-operating and working alongside the protective Archangels who accompany each large batch safely home.  The incredibly powerful beings who direct me in my important work are known as the Thrones – the sixth order of the second level of celestial spheres, astrologically associated to my birth constellation Virgo and working through humble service with Christ and other Ascended Masters.  In particular, Archangels Jophiel and Raziel – as well as the previously mentioned Michael and Haniel – work with this celestial hierarchy, known as the Lords of Flame and Wisdom.’  (So now you know!)

My dowser acts as my guide and now we were concentrating on the neighbour’s alarm, which had also started with a gargled, erratic shriek.  By now my wonderful husband was back in bed next to me and offering to hold up my dowsing arm as the work sped in…227, 228, 229…I described the visuals and names coming in with the lost souls…’Corrinth…a place with lots of buildings’…’Darlington?’…Flooded tunnels’…350, 351, 352…There was a respite for a few seconds when my dowser swung backwards and forwards (from 12 o’clock to 6 o’clock), indicating work is going on behind the scenes.  Then it tipped anticlockwise (from  5 to and then 10 to) as it ‘searched’ along the energy ley lines like a compass looking for souls to jump aboard for a lift home.  This time the visuals were hard to vocalise, so gross were they – but involved ‘many bodies of babies piled high – a morbid leftover from the Holocaust perhaps?’.  It was now 4.45 am and the headcount continued to rise….426, 427, 428…I was grateful to Michael for his ‘support’ as my arm was starting to ache.  ‘The Ardennes…Pipe laying…Russia….’  Had it stopped?  There was no sound, but a sense of anticipation back in the air.  Suddenly there was a big white flash, like lightning, as our neighbour’s alarm shrieked back into action (sorry neighbours!) and my dowser once more spun into action….500…600…’More weird visuals (was I seeing aliens?)’ until we’d reached 666 (oo-er).  The alarm had stopped again but I was directed to a client’s house a mile or so distance and another 30 joined the evacuation, totalling a much more comfortable 696 - Even that number seemed magical!  The time was exactly 5 am (the pricise time of my birth, I mused!)

Following the Light Home! - Cornwall 2011

The previous afternoon we’d had friends over for a meal and there was a lot of talk about history and war (the men’s passion) and various other topical stories in the news.  Was it mere coincidence that we’d also watched the 1950′s set drama The Midwife followed by a love/war story (quite depressing) called Birdsong.  When we thought about it, many of those images could have been trawled in on a power of attraction basis.  Suddenly I remembered something…Our friend (a sensibly minded Pathologist!!!) had told us about a renowned scientist who says he has removed slivers of metal from people who ‘claim to have been kidnapped by Aliens!’ – and he believes them, as under analysis there is no metal like it on earth! (She didn’t believe a word of it of course )

Postscript:  Apparently the power surge was felt all around this area with people having to re-set their clocks, computers effected etc.  The Power of Love!

‘Pete Doherty ‘Haunted By Amy Winehouse’s Ghost’… He’s fled his London home after being spooked by the Rehab star…Pete Doherty has reportedly claimed that the ghost of his late pal Amy Winehouse is haunting his London flat. According to The Sun, the former Libertines frontman has fled his home for Paris, after telling pals that Winehouse’s spirit had visited him three or four times at the apartment, close to where Amy was found dead in Camden back in July. 
Doherty apparently claims he saw ghostlike images of the Back To Black singer in his bedroom, as well as seeing her reflection in his windows at night time.

The 32-year old Babyshambles singer is now said to be “too frightened” to return to his flat, with a friend revealing: “He is utterly convinced that he has seen her ghost.”  They added: “A lot of people will think his visions are probably drug-induced but he claims he is clean.  Doherty, who was a close acquaintance of Amy’s, was apparently left devastated by her death, so much so, that he couldn’t attend the 27-year old’s funeral.’

“This is just the sort of thing you need to get your work noticed!” my husband encouraged, knowing I had automatically checked that Amy’s spirit had returned safely home after her tragic death 4 months earlier – as I do with every death I hear about.  If you are a regular reader of my Blogs you will know that after 3 months hanging around on the earthplane a spirit is unable to pass over unaided as their spiritual ‘umbilical cord’ has dissolved and the connection to the light is not therefore strong enough to carry them home.  I knew, therefore, that Amy was not a ghost, which is someone whose spirit has been unable to leave their physical body after death.

What Pete Doherty was seeing was Amy’s ghostly image, yes, visiting him from the other side to try and bring reassurance to him as he is naturally devastated by the loss of his friend.  It is quite common for a newly arrived spirit on the other side to make a few house calls just after their deaths, whether it be in the form of a wispy white image, a touch, a reflection or something to try and bring comfort to those left behind on earth.  I now tuned in to the spirit of Amy and asked whether she had anything I could give to Peter Doherty as evidence that he did receive a visitation but that she is not a ghost – someone who is still trapped here.  She answered in her laid back droll one word: ‘Racey’

Me:     “Can you confirm that you are resting in peace Amy?”

Amy:  “Yeah, I’m flying high!  Destruction.  My own fault.  Bring it on!… Nob!”

Me:     ”Who are you calling a Nob?  Pete?”

Amy:   “Yeah…. Come off the (Vincent?)…It aint worth it! He’s still flying….No seriously mate it’s not worth it!  Believe me I’m on Cloud 9 and it aint where you should be now!!!  (I’m shown a Druggist/back street image) Don’t waste your life like I done!”

Me:      “Is there anything you’d like me to say to your family?

Amy:    “I chucked it!  I did…I really chucked it! (?)

Me:        “What is happening to you now you are on the other side/heaven?

I see an image of her ‘just chillin’’…floating on some sort of buoyancy aid with her fingers dangling over the side.

Amy:      “‘Rehab!” she laughs….RE-HAB!…(I realise she is comparing her connection to her Album) I said ‘yes,yes,yes!’ this time though…  Bring it on!”

Me:          “Is there anything else that will prove to your family that you are okay?”

Amy:        ” Yeah they’re all getting ready to dine tonight (going out?)….then my dowser suddenly started struggling with someone elses spirit, but I couldn’t hold it.  It was fighting me, saying ‘f*** f***f***!  I had to let go as it was so erratic.  I realised that through Amy (like attracts like) I had picked up a local earthbound spirit who had no intention of leaving…..but I tried again to help…

Drug crazed spirit:  “Mind your own f***ing business.”  Perhaps she wasn’t listening but I had to try and help her or she would be trapped forever in her self imposed nightmare death experience.  I explained the repercussions of not taking up my offer….Eventually, she calmed down.  “Ok Duck…I believe you.”  But she couldn’t get off the ground…. “Too weak.”   I continued to encourage her and hold her, my dowser spun wildly round for some time before stopping dead and quivering.  At last she was resting in peace.

I returned to Amy for any more insights of life on the other side:

Amy:     “It’s fantastic up here.  I aint seen nothing like it!  There’s two of the Beetles!!!!” (sarcasm?)   I jumped to feel the lead from my computer slapping me gently on the leg.  Her way of saying thanks!  “I have to leave you all on your lonesome now girl…I’m off!”   Wow.

Immediately it became clear to me that his deceased Dad had something important to say from the other side, so I tuned in to his spirit with the aid of my dowser.  Sure enough, he had been waiting to have a word with his precious son!  Immediately his telepathic thoughts were transferred to me I grabbed a poste-it note to jot down the following:

“The plug!” he said…

“Plug?  As in electric plug….”

“As in RIFLE”, he said…”Cartridge…Tell him to BE CAREFUL!”  Then he put the spiritual telephone down, job done.  Eager to snatch every bit of information I could I made one more hook at Kenneth’s connection in time to grab the indistinct word ‘interference’.

When I passed this information to Michael he frowned…”I wonder….”  Incredibly, and unbeknown to me, he is having what is called a ‘plug’ made for an antique RIFLE he owns. He has recently been to see a specialist in antique firearms who agreed to make this plug that will allow a special size catridge to be made for the rifle.  While he was there he had thought of how much his father – himself in the Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers – would have enjoyed meeting a fellow engineer.  The warning ‘be careful’ and ‘interference’ obviously refer to Michael using this specially made cartridge in this particular rifle!  Even though the engineer would have made a brilliant job of making the plug, if Michael had then made special cartridges to use then it would have ‘backfired on him’!  Needless to say, he has taken heed and when he thought about it further suspects there may be an unseen (to him) hairline crack in the cartridge casing….which would have caused a possible backfire and injury to him.  Thanks Kenneth!

Surely it was no coincidence that this was Armistice day?  Due to the huge outpouring of grief at 11 am but also the significance of the date, 11.11.11 and the ever rising empthathy of the younger generation for the millions of servicemen and women who sacrificed their lives for peace, it came as no surprise when I had a call from my sister later that evening.  Her daughter had been scared out of her wits when a picture fell off her wall, but this one had smashed.  Straight away I tuned in and could hardly have been surprised to find a solitary old soldier had found his way into her flat, looking for help to find his way back home to join his comrades in arms already in the light.  When questioned, Lucy said that she had joined in with the 2 mts silence at 11 am and had felt moved to tears.  This outpouring of love had attracted the one lost soul in her vicinity who had given his life in service to his country  – and become trapped here.  I also discovered an ‘old battle axe’ of a woman who had left an icey feeling in the flat in her wake.

Lucy then told me she had also been walking home that evening along a dark route beside Farnham castle, lit by a solitary lamp on the castle wall.   She felt an uneasy sensation of being followed and as she increased her speed, the rendezvous point at an open space where she had agreed to meet her partner in sight ahead, she jumped out of her skin when the lamp popped loudly and she was left in complete darkness, fumbled for her phone for some light, fell over precariously close to a steep slope and felt absolutely terrifed as you can imagine. She sensed the combined threatening emotions of several beings, obviously made worse by her fear of the dark.

Sure enough there were 17 assorted ghosts in and around it, including the old lady who had followed her home -  being described as ‘a bit of a old battle axe’ now making sense considering ‘she’ (with long, madly flying locks) had followed Lucy from the Castle walls!  I had to keep checking the area for an hour or so afterwards as, quite commonly, word gets around in the spiritual dimension that if the local ghosts gather in a certain spot they will be picked up and transported back home to the light.  Among these, incredibly, were a soldier who had died in Norman times (more visuals of attacking battle axes) as well as the Civil War (blood and bandages).   Despite being scarey for my neice, soldiers spanning many eras were all very grateful for her help in getting them home again on such an appropriate, magical day of great significance!  In my personal experience, 111111 was the number of miles clocked up on our car just as I set out to teach my very first angel workshop many years ago – so I always associate a cluster of ’1′s with meaning ‘yay! right time right place!’

Finally, I have been seeking lost souls connected to wars all over the world for many years now and helped many thousands who fell in battle and didn’t, for one reason or another, pass at the time.  My new book Ghostwriters in the Sky – A soul is forever, not just a lifetime, is shortly to go to press and contains many such examples, including how I was led to ghosts of the American Civil War on the very day that President Obama was inaugerated – after a wet ‘bullet’ shaped stone materialsed on the path outside my back door!

The following morning I felt a little under the weather, my mood strangely dragged down for no apparent reason.  After writing up the notes for my diary and despite having just eaten breakfast, I suddenly felt an energy surge sucking me dry and had a great urge to dash for something sweet from the fridge – just as I imagine a diabetic must feel when they experience a sudden drop in blood sugar.  Yet I knew I was healthy.  I fumbled for my dowser and held it aloft, asking the question ‘what is causing me to feel like this?’…  “EXCITEMENT!” came the loud reply – and my dowser flew off at great speed clearing something from my energy field.   Perhaps this was a collective term for the rush of spirits to leave my space again as I held on tightly to the madly rotating crystal as it sped on and on for five long, gruelling minutes.  I thought I caught glimpses of prison bars and handcuffs but was still feeling disorientated and chose not to observe.  The dowser stopped for a second and calmy swung from side to side – an indication that my spirit helper is speaking to me – and it was to say a heartfelt ‘Thank you Jane,” before continuing for another 5 minutes, after which I felt marvellous again, much of my strength returned.

To those who have not read any of my previous blogs, what I was experiencing was a transfer of a large batch of earthbound spirits into my energy field for onward transmission to the light – something I have been doing for 12 years or so, but just occasionally the load of electro-magnetic energy suddenly sweeping in to mingle with my own causes a physical swaying, giddiness or as in this case a huge depletion in my physical strength.  This was only the beginning.  I asked what category those rescuees were classed in and the surprising answer was “MORONS!”   Immediately I made the mental connection.  In the film GHOST I had been impressed with how well this 1990′s film  had depicted the supernatural process of a ghost’s journey but laughed out loud when two of the ‘baddies’ died and were pounced upon by dark squirming, mumbling shapes who made suitably demonic noises and supposedly dragged them off to the underworld as their punishment.  This didn’t sit right with me as I know from my spirit work that everyone goes to the other side and gets the chance to explain their actions and make amends when possible….Only rarely has every spark of the Godlight disappeared from even a bad person and there is always hope and even forgiveness on the other side.

This was why I had been attracted to help ‘morons’ – and now I was in for a long channelling mission….“Thank you Jane for helping the lost ones who were sucked down into their own quagmire after death, the electro-magnetic energy of their thoughts and actions!” my guides reiterated.  For the next 45 minutes – a very long time clinging to my madly swirling dowser, changing hands and careful to hold the crystal aloft and away from any obstacles such as my lap top (!) - I transmuted these ‘morons’ over to barred ‘cells’ and ‘handcuffs’ as they were being herded into protective custody until lightworkers on the other side could classif them as ‘lunatics’, ‘off-the-wall nutcases’ and ‘megalomaniacs‘ (Accompanied by songs such as ‘I’m a firefighter/twisted firefighter’ and ‘up up and away in my beautiful balloon’…depending on their natures… and also the category of ‘luvvies’ (actors)

When at last the dowsing subsided there was the usual message of completion and confirmation from the other side – rather like a psychic invoice!  Not only had I moved across 800 plus lost souls under the heading of ‘morons’ but my spiritual ‘accountant’ for the day told me ‘Oh what a tangled web we weave!’ before the curtain closed again.  Intrigued, as I had heard this quote before, I wondered if this could be Shakespearean.  Imagine my joy, and surprise, to discover that it was SIR WALTER SCOTT who said this in his 1808 epic poem Marmion, about the Battle of Flodden Field in 1513.  Sir Walter Scott is my benefactor on the other side who was responsible for dictating a poem to me about his own death experience – and led me on to speak with and help many famous spirits and record their own thoughts and observations on the journeying of each and every one of our souls – soon to be published in my new book!  How exciting is THAT?!

The handsome Sir Walter Scott!

The lady with the wonderful Minnie and Mickey mouse toys, valued at a staggering £3-£4,000, told the expert that her mother’s brother had been given to them whilst in hospital.  He was only 11 years old and although I hadn’t heard the rest of the story, as soon as she said ‘he had them in hospital with him until he died’ my face tingled, as it does when the veil between the physical and the spiritual joins.  It feels rather like a gossamer web gently being laid over my cheekbones!

“They were wrapped in a pillow case after he died,” said the lady who had brought them in for valuation….”until 6 hours ago” she added.   Was it the spirit of the little boy (her uncle) who led her to unwrap that pillowcase and take it to the Roadshow?  What were the chances of me seeing and hearing that act of serendipity?

Immediately, I picked up my dowser to connect with her uncle’s 11 year old spirit, just to check that he had passed all those years ago.  He had not.  His grief kept him tied to the comfort of those Minnie and Mickey Mouse toys for too long.  How had the adults in his family reacted to his death?  Obviously they would have been devastated and he didn’t want to leave them.  As I have discovered many times over more than a decade helping such lost souls to return to the light, if a spirit leaves within three months of the death of his or her physical body, he can still pass safely without the aid of a lightworker such as myself.

Without a word, his buoyed spirit now jumped back into the pool of light with which he had been reconnected and he was safely home within 60 seconds.  There to meet him were the family members who had passed safely at the end of their own lifetimes.  They had apparently guided his neice towards the toys and encouraged her to take them to the Roadshow and were now exhuberant in their love and gratitude as I saw them hug the little boy in the long shorts.  His own father (the lady’s grandfather) plucked the peaked cap from his head and ruffled his hair as the boy looked proudly down at a shiny badge pinned to his blazer over his chest.   Had this all been planned in order to help others to understand that physical objects are just things and can’t be taken with you when you leave…..If they mean that much to you they can be replicated with just a thought once you are back into the light of heaven/nirvana/paradise – whatever you personally think of the light of our origin – Anything can be created with the power of thought, including our own futures and the future health of our own beloved planet.  Just remember to ask the Angels for help as they are not allowed to intervene with our ‘free will’ until we ASK them to!

What happened yesterday was attention-seeking on a big scale though!

Whilst enjoying a cuppa in the outdoor cafe area of our local garden centre, my nurse friend questioned me about the ECT I had experienced many moons ago (electro-convulsive therapy) for post-natal depression.  I told her how successful it had been in my case, returning me to my sanity after hundreds of earthbound spirits had tagged on to my low physical state (I had heart disease at the time, unbeknown to anyone and had just given birth) which turned my experience of post-natal depression into a living nightmare.  Not only did ‘they’ mock me when I was at my lowest (I could hear them) but I even felt the bony finger of an old man poke me in the back one night and as you can imagine I was terrified.  It was only when I was better that I realised he was only trying  to get help for himself, stuck in his own pergatory between life and death. 

As we discussed the fact that I was convinced that the ECT is what cured me of this ‘possession’ – as I believe the electric shocks allowed the spirits to drift away from me and up into the light – the loud fire alarm of the garden centre started shrieking and we we were all ushered out into the car park!  At the time, however, I didn’t ‘make the connection’.  Strangely enough, while we waited with all the other customers and bemused staff in the windy carpark (it hadn’t been a fire practice but was due to some ‘electrical fault’)   I noticed a red sports car leave the car park with a large ‘urn’ of white flowers on the back and remarked to my friend, almost without thinking, ‘that looks like part of a courtege!’ (a funeral)  A few minutes later my friend pointed out that the grey haired gentleman standing behind us, clutching the cards he hadn’t had a chance to pay for as yet, was the senior Coroner of Nottingham.  Another connection with death!

As we  walked back through the main entrance into the garden centre, however, I walked straight into what I can only describe as a ‘soup’ of lost souls.  A huge swirling mass of them congregated and waiting for help!  We hurried to the Ladies and while my friend answered her call of nature I took out my dowser and moved them on, one by one.  The queue was inpatient (the spirits that is, not the usual queue for the Ladies – at least not just yet!) and my friend could hardly believe the speed and crazy directions my dowser was flying as I passed each one through to the Other Side, counting out loud as I did so, getting to 75, 76, 77 before someone came in and I dived inside the spare cubicle for privicy.  I am always aware, however, that that person may be desperate, so have become adept at ‘pretending’ to go about my business (well I am, but not in the conventional way!  I have to be very careful not to hit the side of the cubicle with my flying missile!) and flushing the loo before coming back out, just to add authenticity ha ha!  The queue of spirits was still pushing at the door to heaven and I was beginning to feel quite drained (just as a light bulb might flicker when the electrical current is being interfered with) and I had reached a total of 350! 

My friend, concerned by my sudden change in demeanor, suggested we go and find a seat in the furniture department but I pointed out that there were security cameras everywhere and I couldn’t sit whirling my crystal in public!!!  I was getting more and more giddy as the urgency of the rest of the spirits was working through me and I was desperate to let them through….She pulled me out into the plant section and we scanned for a suitable place….The rose garden!  Perfect.  That morning I had sniffed in the heady scent of some beautiful old English roses in out front garden when I’d filled up the bird feeders and suddenly realised that they were my mother-in-laws favourite flower – and TODAY was her birthday. She would have been 93.

Sheila's roses

The circular Rose Garden contained several benches and we found one out of sight of any cameras and I sat down, eager to continue with my mission.  All around the pergola with the roof on were more beautiful roses and it felt just like a garden in heaven as the second batch moved over, some in huge batches, others one at a time.  There was a double pink rose hanging just above my head and I pulled it down to take a whiff of its intoxicating scent, as I still clung to my dowser.

“I wonder what it is called?” I asked my friend, who dived down behind the bench on which we sat and studied the small ticket on the ground.  She rejoined me with a huge grin on her face:

“You’ll never believe this…” she said.  “It’s called Spirit of Freedom!!!

A total of 740 spirits had been gathered from ‘East to West’, including from other garden centres around the country, from poor souls who had suffered electrocution (!), victims of fires, animals (my friend had also asked if animals had spirits as she felt, for the first time in her life, that a rescue dog of her sisters had one!  Uncannily, his name was ‘FLY’) and bizarrely, I had seen a ’St Bartholomew’ welcoming a group of ‘oriental’ souls home.   Neither my friend nor myself knew anything about this Saint but I have just discovered he is also known as Nathanael and is one of the disciples to whom Jesus appeared at the Sea of Galilee ‘after the Resurrection’.

Sister Sandra (to me, in Nottingham) ‘hello’ ? (from Surrey)

Report · 09:56:            hi sarna! still in my dressing gown LOL! how are you?

Report · 09:59:           ok thanks have Arthur here

Report · 10:00:           Awwww…..give him a squeeze from MOI! x

Report · 10:00:           can you check my hallway cause every time he goes up stairs he waves good bye to someone. the cats are going mental

Report · 10:03:           will do in a sec sandra as am typing with one finger while clinging to dowser clearing ***** on facebook who just messaged me to say hes been up all night suffering from v painful gumboil and just asked his angel for help and at that very moment it POPPED!…..DOWSER STILL FLYING.. WILL GET TO YOU IN A MT HOPEFULLY !!!!…

Report 10.04:              wow!

Report · 10:07:           right, he’s done (HUGE emotional release…he lost his wife, my friend, to brain tumour a few years ago and a rainbow was her sign and he saw one just as the gumboil popped!…angels busy this morning eh???)….now to your hall…
Report · 10:07:           aaww you are amazing sis x

Report · 10:08:           phew, am now shaking all over….

Report · 10:08:           …having moved over 10, one after the other….v.v. fast…Did you feel or see anything?

Report · 10:09:           the back door sealed itself shut and im all goosy…

Report · 10:10:            more coming….it feels like just before you’re going to vomit if you know what i mean….still coming in one long strong burst…

Report 10.10:              wow its been cold in here and Arthur has been talking to people…ive been feeling a bit sick and so has TJ…i feel like something is trying to drag me off my chair! …

Report · 10:12:            they’re still coming…..yeurgh, still awful nausea…probably people who were sick before they died….hold on in there sis…my legs are freezing….still clinging to madly swirling dowser

Report · 10:12:            my legs are all tight!

Report 10.13:               heart thumping wildly…PAUSE…angels waiting….gathering more…

Report · 10:13:            arthur is holding his head and sat in the corner… now he is running around and runs back to me for assurance…i said are the people going and he smiled and waved bye!

Report · 10:14:            here they come ….’sick sick sick’ i’m getting….don’t worry  sis…..still coming in and going out…

Report · 10:15:            wow!

Report 10:18:              stopped now. checked you…checked arthur…checked tj…filled house with angelic light….750 souls moved  over with things such as croup,  whooping cough, meningitis….mostly little ones.  arthur’s doing a good job LOL!

Report · 10:20:          colins been having coughing attacks and a tight chest while round here and I have been very emotional lately  and Destiny when she was round kept bursting into tears at the slightest  thing.

Report · 10:25:           not surprised! t’was divine intervention that we all met up on facebook at the same time!! Give Arthur a squeezy thankyou  from me…good team work eh?? Always knew he was special (remember the old blog when he guided spirits my way for help???)  Might put this facebook conversation on a blog… wot do you think sis?  Must dash now and get some clothes on ha ha!!!

Report · 10:26:           YEAH definitely thanks sis love you millions xx

Report · 10:27:            YOU TOO!!!!!! ^i^ ^i^^i^ xxxxxxxx

Report · 10:28:           Eek….now guided back to friend with gumboil …now clearing tons of spirits…..HOPEFULLY MISSION QUICKLY ACCOMPLISHED -

Report · 10:31:            yes, 172 lost souls via *****, successfully left the earthplane, all having suffered from gumboils (probably in the days before modern medicine and they got infections etc)….some from centuries back…

Report · 11.10:              Wow hi again…TJ just reminded me that he went to a london heart hospital on tuesday and was picked up in an old ambulance (his dad went with him) so poss he could have attracted lots of spirits from there!!! (i think he just wants to be in your blog!!! lol only joking!!!!)

THANKS TJ – Always knew we made a good team!  Thanks to you and your mum and baby Arthur waving to his ‘not so
imaginary friends’ and also to my dear friend with the gumboil sharing his wonderful angelic experience at exactly the right time, almost a  THOUSAND lost souls are now back home with their loved ones on the other side …^i^ ^i^ ^i^ ^i^ ^i^  Great Stuff!

Auntie Jane embarrassing her wonderful nephew TJ recently!

Sister Sandra with her lovely grandson Arthur

3 am:  Awoken by the security light going on outside our cabin, my heart beat heavily as I received a huge influx of  375 lost souls from ‘Cheddar Fitzpaine to Bridgwater’ – a previously unexplored area for me, obviously!  At the height of my dowsing, and very amusingly, a blue light started flashing from the television laptop box, rathere like a siren on an ambulance. lighting up the whole room.  When it was all over, the light stopped flashing and I put my dowser back on the side locker next to me in the hope of getting some sleep, but 2 minutes later I heard the chain being moved on the glass top!  Annoying (as I was so tired!), another 3 ‘latecomers’ were in the room and the only way they could alert me was to fiddle with my dowser.   Fair enough!  Thankfully, the rest of the night was peaceful and when the nice couple running the b&b cooked us  a wonderful ‘full English’ breakfast and asked how we had slept I smiled and said ‘wonderfully, thankyou!’ (Only a little white lie!)

We then headed to the Brecon Beacons to see our friends, who own a smallholding and several livestock.  After a wonderful welcome I was invited to escort Erica (with borrowed wellies as it was very wet) to the field to put the chickens and ducks in, bring the goats to the barn and feed the turkeys (a male turkey is called a Stag; did you know?!)  All the while she was chattering about her lmuch loved animals and birds.

2.22 am: Despite sinking into the wonderfully comfortable bed and sleeping like a log, I awoke with my heart thumping once more.  This time, the 350 lost souls seeking the light were from the animal kingdom, including foxes, goats, sheep, cattle, turkeys and a bull!  All, no doubt attracted on a like-attracts basis due to the empathy Erica feels for her flock!

4 am: Yet another rude awakening, this time shaking myself from a ‘nightmare’ in which our daughter was running towards a beach.  I asked several people to step aside to let her through, saying ‘my daughter has to swim out to that boat’!  As she ran she suddenly tripped onto her face and many observers ran to her aid, including me….This was when I awoke in fear for her welfare and found that 375 lost souls from ‘scuba divers to fishermen from The Lizard to Weymouth’ needed help to go Home !  Our daughter had been acting as a conduit by trawling the lost ones and passing them telepathically to me in a ‘dream’, just as she has from the other side of the world, in Australia, in the past!  Amazingly, I had no idea that she had been out on a fishing boat that very afternoon.  ‘Oh, I forgot to tell you’ my husband said when I told him of my ‘dream’….‘Laura texted me this afternoon and said that she and Leigh went out with his uncle on a fishing trawler today….’

Thank the Lord. Now I can get a bit of peace!

Although I’ve had little spare time to write any blogs recently, hardly a day goes by without some sort of spiritual incident in our lives.  Our dog Sam (the subject of previous blogs) is very sensitive to spirit, whether it be earthbound people who have crammed themselves into our living room or earthbound animals who make his hair stand on end – especially if they are bigger than him!

Today I accompanied my husband on a work trip and despite planning to leave by 11 am we were delayed by phone calls that had to be taken and as we got into the car to leave I suddendly realised I’d left my reading glasses inside.  Michael kindly offered to go back inside to fetch them but after several minutes returned saying they were not where I’d said they were and despite a search he could not find them.   Eventually, however, we set off – over an hour later than planned - and headed to Warwickshire from our home in West Bridgford, Notts.

After some miles we were cruising east along the M69 when we noticed a bright yellow helicopter had landed in a field alongside the motorway on the opposite carriageway, some way into the distance.  As we approached it was obvious there had been a terrible accident as debris from one or more cars was scattered over the carriageway, there were medics hurrying around and policemen had stopped the three lanes of traffic.   A small pickup truck was veered against the crash barriers facing towards us and as we passed I noticed medics reaching down inside the front, which seemed completely crumpled.  Although a terrible thing to witness, I felt calm as I said a prayer for the victims of the crash and made a mental note to check that nobody had been fatally wounded.

However, it was as though a massive water bomb of abject despair was suddenly dropped on me from above as I was engulfed with feelings that weren’t my own.  “Oh God! Don’t make me go!….Don’t make me go!… ” came the telepathic thoughts of someone in complete shock.  Was it the man from the crushed truck?  Had he died before they could get him to the helicopter? I sobbed his sobs as I clung to my wildly spinning dowser, fighting to keep calm for his sake as my empathy engulfed his spirit.

“I don’t know what to do!” I said to Michael as he tried to keep his eyes on the road while we passed mile upon mile of three lanes of motorway traffic and I continued to hold on to this man’s spirit, keeping it up as though in a bowl of love.  Supposing they are trying to resucscitate him and I am keeping his spirit from returning?  Who am I to play God?  Maybe it’s not his time?”

I couldn’t and wouldn’t make him go to the light but neither could I let him go (ie stop my dowser spinning)!  But his angels were adamant that I should keep this poor man’s spirit in this loving bowl until they could come to his rescue – and eventually (after a long 3 mts of our time) my dowser stopped dead, registering his arrival on the other side.

“Is he now resting in peace?” is always my first question.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!  He is eternally grateful to you!” came the response.

“Did I do the right thing?  Maybe I shouldn’t have hooked on to him.  Perhaps I should have left him and checked that he hadn’t become stuck further down the line?”

“Yes! Yes! No!” came his angels’ responses.  They explained that as we passed the scene of the accident his spirit was hovering above the road in a complete state of shock and my own spirit had reached out and embraced him (albeit unconsciously) and just like those physical medics doing their best to save his life on the road I had taken over to  administer spiritual care via his angels, who were able to access his soul via my crown.

“Thank you Jane.  You saved him from a living hell.    They would have been at liberty to resuscitate him but he was a mess.  He would have ended up on life support but would eventually have died anyway. ”

“Was this end written into his life chart?” (We all come to earth with a rough map of where we are going for our lifetime’s experiences and this includes several ‘let out’ clauses where we can choose to return to our real home on the other side).

“He did not plan this accident – Even though it was a total fluke we (his personal team of angels and spirit guides, who we all have watching out for us) were able to intervene on his behalf.  Why do you think your journey was delayed this morning?  Rightiousness has been served, to the Glory of God!”

“What is he doing now?”

“He is deployed on other tasks to take his mind off what he had to leave behind. He will be cradled and nursed through his shock for several weeks of your earth time.”

“Is there anything else I can pass on?”

“Make sure you get up early for breakfast!” came this unexpected reminder, I assume to get me to pack up this quick note to you and get a reasonable night after such an emotional day.