One time, I was having a rough day and drove to the local garden centre. I sat in my car for a while because I realized I’d forgotten to bring my purse, and a credit card was not really going to be useful for the single cup of coffee that I had wanted. I sighed under my breath: could the angels help me with this?
A lady in a car parked opposite was frantically waving at me and I smiled. I peered through the windscreen, and wanted to look behind me to see if she was waving at someone else. Did I know her? She came over and knocked on the window and I felt embarrassed. My eyes had been watering all day and I looked as if I had been crying – I wondered if she might think so?
‘Hello, are you okay?’ she smiled sweetly.
Self-conscious now, I smiled, my cheeks flushing slightly as I explained why I was still sat in the car.
‘I’m just going inside for a cup of coffee, could I buy you one?’ She asked politely.
Were the angels at work here? Should I know this woman? I only wished for a coffee just a moment ago and it had manifested already. Gratefully, I got out of the car and we talked on the way into the garden centre restaurant. She seemed to know me and apparently I had signed a copy of my book for her. I searched my mind frantically, not wanting to embarrass her.
We strolled over to a table and she explained, talking a little too fast and breathlessly.
‘You must think I am a little weird. I wondered if you might even know who I was but I read your column and have all of your books so I feel as if I know you so well.’
Recognition dawned on me as she explained her story. I did remember her – slightly, that is. She’d attended one of my workshops, but it had been over a year ago and we had talked for just one minute. She looked so much better than when I’d seen her last and she explained how she’d had a lifesaving operation since we’d met. We’d spoken as I signed her book and she’d remembered me.
I had needed someone to chat to that day. This lady was the only person I ‘knew’in the vicinity and the angels made sure that she was there to listen to me talk and buy me a cup of coffee! I like to think we helped each other as both of us had a lot to say that day. If you’re reading this, thank you again.
Can a mum from middle England change the world? Probably not, but she might be able to help with one little corner of it. But then maybe that is the whole point. It’s easy to say that one person can’t make a difference in the world, but of course they do … and sometimes it’s almost accidental. Are you a great gardener? Then make beautiful gardens. Do you love building things? Then build away. Anything which you love and you put energy into will change the world one little bit at a time. I wanted to work on my own little bit as we all do.
Let’s go back a bit and I’ll bring you up to date. I’ve spent years exploring the afterlife and all things magical but as with all stories there are moments when life moves forward with a gigantic leap. In this book, I want to share some more of my experiences with you.
Then we will take another look at some of life’s angels: angels of the ‘winged variety’; our spiritual guides; and our ‘angel loved ones’ helping from the ‘other side’ of life. Sometimes our angels are our human or animal friends … are they guided by those of a higher dimension? One of the more fascinating aspects of this book is the stories of afterlife communication; our loved ones in the afterlife popping back to let us know that they are well, happily continuing their lives in the heavenly realms. Some of these stories might seem hard to believe but, as with everything I share with you, it’s all true, I promise.
So let’s start with chapter one…
Please Note
Several chapters of this book include Jacky’s personal story and investigation of the afterlife. This book in no way suggests that readers follow the journey and experiment with afterlife communication in the way that Jacky shares here. Each reader must make up their own mind as to the suitability, relevance and application of afterlife communication and paranormal experience in their own lives.
Still here …
I saw you standing at my grave
… but I’m still here.
I saw you turn and say goodbye, you waved
… but I’m still here.
I heard you call my name as you slept last night,
I felt your pain and fear and fright
… but I’m still here.
I heard you wonder how you’d cope alone
… but I’m still here.
I heard you sob, I heard you moan
… but I’m still here.
I saw you as you held your head in your hands,
With the world still full of your time’s demands
… but I’m still here.
I held you in my arms today
… I’m still here.
I felt your response because you knew there was a way
… I’m still here.
I know you felt my hand as it brushed against your cheek,
I haven’t left your side, I’ve been here all week
… I’m still here.
I have a new home where I now reside
… but I’m still here.
Love is still the same from the ‘other side’
… and I’m still here.
From time to time I’ll pop in and say hello,
I’m really sorry that I had to go
… but I’m still here.
It’s my greatest wish that you live each day
… knowing I’m still here.
Life must carry on and I know you’ll find a way
… knowing I’m still here.
I promise one day, there’ll be an ease to the pain,
And I want you to begin to live your life again
… knowing I’m still here.
You still have so much more of your life to live
… but I’m still here.
Your beautiful soul has such a lot to give
… and I’m still here.
Lots more dancing, singing and fun,
Parties to attend and things to be done
… and remember … I’m still here.
Jacky Newcomb
Mystical Mum
How did I get here? What was it about? Was it her smile? Was it the way she crossed her legs, the turn of her ankle, the poignant vulnerability of her slender wrists?
Martin Sage and Sybil Adelman, Northern Exposure: The Bumpy Road to Love, 1991
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