American crooner Dean Martin cadges a lift on the light waves!

21 01 2011

Whilst checking my final draft for Ghostwriters in the Sky I arrived at a paragraph mentioning Andy Williams and thought ‘oh, did I check that Andy Williams is okay?’  Yes, he is still with us….’ but someone from the same era was connecting on a ‘law of attraction’ basis, waiting in the wings for a lift home.  Someone sang a lullaby in Italian, which I couldn’t understand, but vaguely remembered from my childhood, when my parents played endless and wonderful LP’s on their ‘coffin on legs’ record player.  Whoever was connected to this song shot off at great speed, eager to have been able to cadge a lift on the airwaves! 

I phoned my dad, certain he would know who this tune and words were associated with – and I was not disappointed.  I sang (lucky dad!) the following into his ears: “so lo tu, so lo tu, so lo tu…mia …something!” and he said immediately “Dean Martin, American singer, comedien, entertainer etc…Give me a minute and I’ll tell you the name of the song.”  True to his word, he rang back within a minute and said ‘Return to Me’! 

Age 41 in 1958

Age 41 in 1958

I thanked him and looked up the song words to this particular Dean Martin hit and sure enough the chorus went ‘retorna me (return to me) cara mia tu amo …solo tu, solo tu, solo tu, mio cuore…!  Dean Martin was Italian! 

In the meantime, I tested the spiritual airwaves to see if Dean Martin had been the lost soul who needed a  leg up to the other side and was delighted to find that he had arrived safely and I could have a quick word with him!  

“Do you have anything you would like to say to the general public ?” I asked.  

“I’m not particular,” he said lazily…

“Surely you have something?...”

“There’s no business like show business!” came a rendition from a large crowd of fellow showmen, there to welcome him home and calling their regards to someone named Jerry Lewis…”We were muckers!” Martin called back, lifting his glass in celebration.

“Why did you keep yourself earthbound for this long….?”

“Decrepitation” he said, “my AN-tenni (antenae) weren’t working….had a silver spoon in my mouth…” and that was it; the end of our conversationI think he meant that he was decrepit, meaning ‘weakened by old age; feeble; infirm; a decrepit man who can hardly walk’ and not decrepitation which means ‘to roast or calcine (salt, minerals, etc) so as to cause crackling or until crackling ceases’ – but you never know!!!

He lived from 1917-95 (so was aged 78) and searching through his biography I found that he did indeed have a ‘mucker’ by the name of Jerry Lewis! –  ‘Slapstick and funny-face specialist Jerry Lewis was one of the top movie comedians of the 1950s and 1960s. Lewis and Dean Martin were a hugely successful comedy team of stage, screen and radio. They made a string of popular movies from 1949 to 1956, with Martin as the straight man and Lewis as the zany cut-up’ .  (
Lewis is still going strong as far as I know but how nice it would be if he were to read this sometime?

 I awoke the next morning with “Return to Me! playing round and round in my mind – a typical utterance of someone calling Dean Martin to ‘hurry home, hurry back…‘ part of the song words ….And now it all made sense.  Knowing I was about to check this chapter in my book, my guides and Deano’s guides had collaborated, along with his friends and family on the other side who knew he was floundering in the seas of no-man’s land between heaven and earth, to draw him in so that he could be fished out and landed safely in his right place. 

I do love the work to which I am entrusted! 

'Old Muckers!'

'Old Muckers'


The phantom lurcher who led me to rescue a Russian Vice Admiral!

15 01 2011

A local tv report about two lurcher-type dogs being found hung either side of a bridge left us stunned and speechless and praying that the cruel perpetrators would be caught.  Naturally, I checked the spirits of those poor dogs and was grateful that their souls had left immediately upon death. Around about this time I was downloading some happy Christmas pictures onto my computer when I noticed on two of them a bright golden light reflecting on the living room door  in the shape of a boney and starved ‘lurcher’ dog….! 

A phantom lurcher, Christmas Day 2010!

Immediately I dowsed and hooked on to the earthbound spirits of seven such dogs, sent for help via the law of attraction.   Some might say (as did two family members) that it was merely the sun reflecting on the door panel but immediately my husband was shown the photograph he exclaimed ‘oh my gosh….that looks like a starving animal!’  We also noticed that the picture following shows the creature in a slightly different pose, as though it had moved.  Regardless, at least seven suffering animals had been saved!

That night I was in a deep sleep when I was jolted awake by what I first took to be a bear, landing on top of my belly with a ‘splat!’  The resultant shriek awoke my husband, and I could only apologise and fumble for my dowser.  It had in fact been a dark coloured dog that had been ‘chucked’ somewhere to die.  Nice.  Along came the trapped souls of yet more poor dogs – rottweilers who’d been put to sleep and whose spirits did not rest, dachshunds, doberman pinschers, westies – the list amounted to 350 souls rescued (approximately 20 mts).

Later that day we were walking our collie cross Sam along the disused railway line, where he loves to run like a racehorse and catch us up before sniffing around in the undergrowth, then doing the same until we eventually arrive at the end.  However, having caught us up the second time he stopped dead in his tracks (ha ha, railway line) and stared ahead.  There was not a soul in sight, but he refused to budge, looking knowingly up at me.  I pulled my dowser from my pocket and tagged on to a spirit who disappeared almost as soon as I had hooked on to her.  Unusually she was called ‘Frederika’ – an unusual name that certainly didn’t sound English!  No sooner was she scooped up into the light again then Sam continued his frolicks!

A few minutes later a mother and young daughter appeared walking towards us with their black labrador and Sam looked nervous.  ‘It’s okay’ I reassured him; she’s a nice black labrador!’ A young dog, she he had stopped and stared because of Sam’s hesitation but after I’d explained to the owners that Sam had once been attacked by two black labs after sniffing around the third ‘female’ lab in their group, she reassured me that Gracie was a cutie and before long both she and Sam were waving their tails in companionship and, after a sniff and a chat, (dogs and humans in that order!) we moved on.

However, I soon spotted another family walking their two black labs (why did it have to be black labs?!), one of whom was muzzled and the other another young and frisky dog being kept on a very tight reign.  Once more I reassured Sam and also kept him close to me as they all passed – but not before the younger one lunged at him!  Not such a friendly bunch as the last lady and her daughter, I just caught the woman rebuking him as she pulled him away…”Tocka!!!” she snapped…

Immediately I heard ‘Tocka’ I heard ‘Tokarev’ and asked my husband if this word meant anything, as I felt sure that spirit had put it there.  “Oh, that’s a type of pistol,”  he said…”I think it’s named after a General…and then there’s also a ‘makarov’ pistol named after someone….”  Of course, when he said he thought they were named after people, and seeing as though dogs seemed to ‘leading’ me at this time, I tuned in to check that the souls of both these men were at peace.  I concentrated on the name  Tokarev – in case this was another case of synchronicity –  but was reassured this soul rested in peace.  I’ll just check…who was it?…’Makarov’? I asked Michael…but before I could verbalise his name I had the  spirit of a ‘landed gentry’  hooked onto my dowing tool and held on tightly as it FLUNG itself skywards then pulled to the left and right, before spinning in ever faster clockwise circles  for six or seven revolutions before suddenly halting.  It vibrated slightly (the arrival point) before swinging exhuberantly back and forth to indicate this Russian’s spirit was safely back at the home station!  He certainly came across as a very powerful man!

Once we’d started walking again, I was curious to see if Makarov had anything he would like to say and it was along the lines to thank me and also ‘ Tommy Boy’ (my husband!) for helping him…he also said of his last moments that he could not come to terms with what had happened to him.  “It was too much stress.  It was too soon!”   Michael  wondered whether this Russian (Vice Admiral as it turned out!) had called him a ‘tommy boy’ because the British troops were known as ‘tommy’s’ during the war.  Michael is also an ex-serviceman and very knowledgeable about rifles etc.- but how did he know this?)

Naturally, as soon as we’d peeled off our coats I was at the computer googling his name and found that indeed Makarev‘s full name was STEPAN OSIPOVISH MAKAROV(1849-1904) and he was a famous Russian Vice Admiral – ‘a highly accomplished and decorated commander of the Imperial Russian Navy and a distinguished oceanographer – and author of several books’ to boot!

He died at the very young age of 55, along with the crew of his flagship PETROPAVLOVSK,  when it struck a mine during  a sortie after a surprise Japanese attack in January 1904 when he assumed command of the Russian Squadron at Port Arthur (  – No wonder the poor man was stressed:  A talented and intelligent soul who felt he still had so much life to live. 

Reseraching some more into ‘tommy boy’,  the paybooks issued to all British soldiers during WW1 used the name ‘Tommy Atkins’ to illustrate how they should be filled in and a derivation of this became the generic name for a British soldier during WW2.   Although Vice Admiral Makarov had died before 1914 (the first world war) he would, of course, have been a ghostly observer of all that passed in the last 107 years! 

Stepan Osipovich Makarov (1849-1904)

“And by the way,” he now said, “Frederika was my ‘lady in waiting’……A Spirit Guide sent to assist in his rescue!  It was she who filled him in on the details about my husband’s knowledge of Tokorev’s and Makarov’s – all part of the worldwide web of spiritual knowledge!  Quite appropriately, when I felt drawn to look up the meaning of Frederika I discovered that it means Peaceful Ruler !  And guess what ….Makarov tells me that although he is very fond of black dogs, he won’t mind if I liken his portrait to another type of collie!  (Now would I be that rude????)

 “You’re a fine young woman Jane – keep it up!” he encouraged.

Who does Pete Postlethwaite meet up with on the Other Side?!

6 01 2011

Anyone reading my blogs for the first time could be quite befuddled by what I now have to reveal!

I warmly welcone you to my world of spirit rescue and will just explain that, over the past eleven or so years I have regularly been checking in on those people who have died, just to make sure that they have passed safely.  It is all a little more intricate than face value as there are times when we need to hang about on the earth plane after the death of our physical body, for various reasons but mostly to come to terms with the fact that we have finished this particular round of ‘earthly experience’….

Sometimes, therefore, when I ‘hook’ on to someone’s spirit using my dowser (something I have practised for all these years and perfected in time) I often find that they are ready to jump aboard the vortex of light and love that carries them homewards – grateful for the ‘boost’ .  In my recent book (yet to be published) this happened when the late Princess Diana was reported to have been killled in that tragic road accident….her step-grandmother, the well-known author of love stories, Barbara Cartland, thanked me for helping her granddaughter to follow the light when in fact her natural instinct was to stay close to her boys.



 Well!  My dowser leapt up into the air, did a double back flip somersault and started rotating at the speed of light (well almost!) in a clockwise spin while my son and I ducked!  After approximately 6 seconds it stopped dead and quivered for a millisecond before swinging ‘yes,yes, yes!‘ in ecstacy as all his pain was gone.  (While Pete’s spirit was travelling homewards all I could hear him say was ‘moan, moan, moan’…..It turned out that he had been bravely fighting long term cancer and must have been in a lot of pain in his last days.  Interestingly, another lost soul under the category of ‘trivia’ followed him homewards, perhaps someone who had been floating endlessly around that same hospital in which Pete had spent his last physical moments.  Checking the wider hospital, another two were discovered and also helped.)

I was concerned, however, that I had ‘intervened’ with this famous actor’s intentions too soon and that he had needed more time to come to terms with his death.  After all, from my own personal research, we have at least 3 months to leave – but the longer we do leave it the harder it will be to be sure of catching that train!  I was not disappointed as when I re-turned to Pete’s spirit his message came back loud and clear!

“You’re a life saver my dear.  You popped the dummy back into my mouth; allowed me to return to the bosom of my family ; a baby in tights once more!”   (!!!) (Robin Hood:Men in Tights of 1993 – did he know I was based in Sherwood Forest country?  He obviously has a Sharp sense of humour!)

I needed to be quick with any questions as I am only granted a minute or so ‘post-rescue’ interview in most cases.

“Could you tell me what happened when you arrived? (back into the perfection of our origin)

“Stupendous reception!” he beamed.   “The mayor of London was even here! (?), Marmaduke the rocking horse (?) and Ben Glover the footballer, Silly Willy and the Wee Hen, Doctor Finlay’s mate….”  and he had to leave again, leaving me flummoxed to say the least!

It was 4 pm on 3/1/11 that his spirit passed; thanks to my son – who had ‘opened the curtains’ for him.

Later, I was allowed another ‘interview’ and quickly asked who the ‘Lord Mayor of London’ was.  The answer came back as George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950) – an Irish playwright and co-founder of the LONDON School of Econonics (“ex-mayor of London being tongue in cheek, of course)

“Did you know him then?” (certainly not in THIS LIFETIME as he was only 3 or so when the latter himself died.) 

“We are great pals!” he confirmed, illustrating the fact that we all have ‘spirit mates’ (sometimes known as ‘spirit families’) with whom we travel and know well…but not necessarily at the exact same ‘earth time’ as we know it.

For those who are Christians and who may have read this far, I too am a Christian and have had many encounters with Jesus himself as well as the angels who administer to us constantly.  I was born with my faith and it has seen me through many life-threatening and life-changing encounters and placed me gently on the path that I now travel – full of light and love and having been healed to the extent that I feel nothing but pure joy in my (mended) heart.  It is through this unconditional love for all beings (including doggies, who will feature in my next blog) that I am able to help others on their physical and spiritual journeys and make sure that they return to the school room above, between lessons!

Following a bit of detective work, I ascertained that the actor who played in the TV series Dr Finlay (1993-1996) was David Rintoul (born 1948 as David Wilson) but what were the chances of finding that his ‘close ‘friend’ was in fact Ian Charleson (born 1949) – stage and film actor who is best known internationally for his starring role as Olympic athlete and missionary Eric Liddel in the Oscar winning film Chariots of Fire (1981) – and who died at the very young age of 40  in 1990. As a brilliant fellow actor who – like the modest Postlethwaite – was also described as one of the best actors of his kind, he had obviously been waiting at that stage door to welcome him and  to say hello to his friend ‘Dr Finlay’How exciting is that?

To return to the reason for this post, I have been given the task by those above to enlighten fellow travellers (all those who are presently reading this!) on the workings of our spirits and, having written over 70 blogs, I hope that I am succeeding in my efforts.  To begin at the beginning, my son had been watching his favourite actors in a DVD of  Sharp and within only minutes heard the news that one of the actors he so admired in this had died.  He came downstairs to seek me out (still working on polishing my book, while I had the time) and said ‘mum, can you check Pete Postlethwaite please…I’ve just heard that he has died….’

What did comic Dickie Henderson and American film director Blake Edwards do to help earthbound colleagues?

1 01 2011

My work with spirit rescue could be described as ‘fishing for lost souls’ and one such excursion netted some important personalities  who floundered on the periphery between heaven and earth.  An incredible series of events culminated in the rescue of three very talented and creative souls who have left their mark in history….

Firstly, on the night of 12th December 2010 I received a courtesy call from someone who had passed safely to the other side on 22nd September 1985.  His name was London born comedian and entertainer Dickie Henderson (1922-1985) and he wore a nice smile, a dinner jacket and a ‘dickie’ bow and said that he used to appear at the London Palladium.  After throwing me this bait he disappeared again, leaving me to fish for answers!

As Michael and I were due to drive to Cornwall the next day, I did not have time to ponder on the meaning of his visit across the veil and intended to do some more earthly research on him once we had returned the following week, as my parents home does not have internet access.  In the meantime, over breakfast at their house I noticed the headline on my father’s Daily Telegraph newspaper, which read  ‘Blake Edwards dies, aged 88’.  Apparently he was the screenwriter, director and producer of the Pink Panther films and Breakfast at Tiffany’s and had died from pneumonia.  (He also happened to have been married to Julie Andrews for 41 years – the heroine of my favourite film The Sound of Music!)  Naturally, I picked up my dowser, just to check that his spirit had risen safely – as happens naturally in 99 percent of cases – and it had. 

‘Do you have anything you’d like to say to the public?‘ I asked him discretely (through telepathy) and his short, playful reply came back:

“Dog-gun, Deputy Dawg!” and somewhere in my memory box the latter two words reminded me of a cartoon character from my childhood, but again I would need to do some more research on this strange message!  Once home I found that gives the origin of dawg-gon or doggone as ‘1850-55 Americanism; perhaps from dog on it! – a euphemistic alteration of God damned’! For instance ‘well I’ll be doggoned’ as in being confounded…’a doggone fool’…

I googled Deputy Dawg only to find that the prolific Hollywood voice actor for this character of the film of the same name, Dayton Allen (1919-2004) was just waiting for me to hook him in…. “I loved my work too much!” he revealed (and therefore stayed around too long on the earth plane and got himself stuck!) –“Doggone fool!’  Interestingly, some of his films included titles Men of Yesterday (1936) – (now reunited with them!) – Things are Looking Up (1935) – (that’s the way to go!) – and Golden Dawn (1930) – (where he now found himself reawakened!)…

Just to remind myself of those favourite childhood episodes, I read that Deputy Dawg would pal around with other characters Muskie and Vince just as often as he would lock them up in the Jailhouse, and (appropriately!) the trio would often engage in their favourite pastime, ‘fishin’ for catfish’!   The central location for many of the yarns is the Jailhouse – again another metaphor for being stuck on the earthplane, unable to have your freedom to fly home to the light!  

Researching Blake Edwards’ Pink Panther film, I found the role was originated by, and is most closely associated with, Peter Sellers (already resting in peace).  The notable theme music to the Pink Panther was famously composed by the noted composer and arranger, Henry Mancini (1924-1994)- and guess what…he was a big fish just waiting to be hooked too!  Here was another soul who had been reluctant to leave his life behind and therefore become stuck here.  “I just could not finish my score!” he saidI found the following information: ‘Mancini collaborated extensively with Blake Edwards- firstly on TV’s Peter Gunn (1958), then on  Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961), which won him two Oscars’…  His daughters were educated at Millfield School, Somerset’…(This is amazing as my own father was once offered a job at this school!)  ‘The compositions for which he is best known include ‘Moon River’ (a very emotive song that follows me everywhere!) – and he is often accredited with composing the music for the Peanuts movies…(Again, my children have had a great fondness for Snoopy since their early childhood.) Appropriately, one of his earliest scores was for Mr Lucky (1959) – and he certainly has been, thanks to his friend Blake Edwards, as he would have remained earthbound forever and a day!)

Back to the courtesy call from Dickie Henderson, I discovered that he not only performed at the London Palladium but was actually a guest compere of this British West End variety show Sunday Night at the London Palladium (1955 to 1967, with a brief revival in 1973 and 1974.)

“I really enjoyed my work there!” he said as I typed this – and joked…”Ask Brucie when he’s going to take his hairpiece off…(and he’ll say) ‘Bloomin’ cheek!'” (Bruce Forsythe was a regular compere of this same show, from 1958–1960 and 1961, so perhaps this comment has some personal relevance?)   But the reason for Dickie’s visit was to open the curtains for his father Dick Henderson Senior (1891-1958) to leave a rather portly gentleman who politely removed  his bowler hat and bowed as he was lifted from the stage of life to join his son in the wings!

“It was all worthwile,” he called back, “hang on in there!” (referring to my mission to publish these revelations worldwide, a burden of love that I pray will be shed sometime in 2011!)

ps As I have shown in many of my Blogs, Spirit has a great sense of humour!  To celebrate our daughter’s birthday we went to the Lake District on the 28th December and after a slap up meal eleven of us slipped en-masse into the pub next door (which was, naturally, haunted and later that night I cleared fishermen and gigalos, amongst 100’s of other ‘locals’ seeking the light!)  It wasn’t until the following day that we walked past this pub and (‘Dog-gun, Deputy Dawg!) look what I saw on this pub sign on the wall!

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