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HIDDEN TIME   A True Story of Clairvoyance

 

There comes a time in many people’s lives when they realise that the direction they have been travelling in is the wrong one. To some this is a revelation, rather like seeing a burning bush on the road to Damascus and it changes their life forever. In the case of Jane Watson, the pseudonym of the author of an excellent book called ‘Hidden Time  A True Story of Clairvoyance’, revelation came after she had spent many years as the wife of two consecutive alcoholic men. It was only when Jane accepted the psychic guidance she was given later and was able to look beyond it that her world changed and her true pathway became clear.

In Part One of the book (which is interspersed with psychic insight) Jane tells of her experience of married life to her first husband before their divorce. Then along came a man who taught music with whom she fell in love, but after their marriage he revealed himself as a secret heavy drinker and he too became an alcoholic whom she eventually divorced. Jane had children by both husbands who insisted on access, and it became necessary for her to take legal action. Any mother who reads Jane’s book will sympathise with her plight.

However there was a psychic lifeline waiting in Part Two. Once, in a kind of spiritual dream, Jane had experienced an insight into a past life that she had experienced and this always remained with her, teaching her that death is neither the end nor the solution to anything. Here is an extract from her book in which Jane tells of this amazing vision:

‘I was sitting on the carpet of my daughter’s room, tidying away pieces of Lego. It was a bright, March morning in 1984 and sunlight was falling on the floor. There was plenty of time and no need to hurry. The warmth of the sun was pleasant and I started to daydream, and yet it wasn’t a daydream at all.

I was transported into a different time where I was an elderly lady wearing a long, woollen, pale-coloured skirt. I was in a beautiful room on the upper floor of a large house in the countryside of Ireland. My son, my only child whom I adored, had come to visit me with his wife. His father had died young, but John was a wonderful boy: kind, appreciative, clever, good-looking, loving.

As they were leaving I heard them talking downstairs. They thought I was still in the room, behind the closed door.

‘It’s so unfair that she has all this,’ she said. ‘Why can’t she hurry up and die and then it’ll be ours?’

‘I know darling,’ replied John with feeling, ‘but I’m afraid she’s the sort who’ll go on until she’s a hundred.’ They went out, shutting the door loudly behind them. Together.

I was so shocked that I could hardly stand up. I’d given them their lovely house. It wasn’t as large as mine, which I’d added to and perfected over the years. They had far more than most people.

What was there left? All those years of illusion. I was a fool. There was nothing, except my gift to them.

The next day I was still in the beautiful room, but higher up, looking down. I stayed there because I wanted to see what would happen….

I was surrounded by thick, white fog and couldn’t see far….

I’m trapped in bleak misery in this endless fog. I don’t know how long I’ve been here. Nothing changes. There’s no time. It just goes on and on. My thoughts are rigid. They’ve become frozen in timeless time. I’m in isolation, desolation.

I have to scream. This mental agony is all there is now. Scream. Scream. Scream. The sound is in my ears, filling my head, piercing through the fog. I’m screaming over and over again. Falling over and over. I’m going out of my mind.

I’ve gone.’

In that vision Jane saw a previous life where she had terminated her physical existence as a result of discovering she was being used by those that she loved. However her physical death had not ended the pain, which continued in the twilight world between this material plane and the next. Effectively her past suicide had resolved nothing at all.

Jane’s memories of other past life experiences have helped her understand her present incarnation too. She had a vision of a previous lifetime in which she was a handmaiden within an ancient temple. From early infancy to puberty she and other children were required to live within the temple and prepare for their ultimate deaths as a pure sacrifice to help their people from the world of spirits. In order to fulfil this Jane saw how she had walked with joy to the edge of a high cliff and jumped from it to her death.

With difficulty Jane found her spiritual pathway as her mediumistic acquaintances channelled a soul who introduced himself as the spirit of Colmcille also known as St Columba. This spirit issued instructions to Jane on how she should conduct her day-to-day life and on specific prayers she should use. She encountered a system that operates under unusual laws, some of which appear to have been known to the ancient Greeks, authors of The Dead Sea Scrolls and certain other early Christians. In later times it seems that these laws, which can profoundly affect every one of us, have been dangerously misunderstood by many. Jane eventually found knowledge and peace, and all is told within her book. Anyone who is seeking a spiritual pathway or understanding of the psychic world should read this true story.

Hidden Time: Jane Watson. Janus Publishing. ISBN 0953737837 is available from Amazon.co.uk and all good book shops. I am John G. Sutton and you can read more of my work on the internet at psychicworld.net You can join me and the Psychic World columnist Gary Dakin for a weekend course Develop Your Psychic Powers at The Norbreck Castle Hotel, Blackpool June 3rd to June 5th. Telephone 01772 624448 for a booking form and further details.

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