Jacky Newcomb - Angels Watching Over Me

Jacky Newcomb, 2007

Reprinted 2009 (twice)

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ISBN 978-1-4019-1582-7 in print
ISBN 978-1-84850-691-6 in epub format
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I dont believe in the afterlife, but I am bringing along a change of underwear just in case.

WOODY ALLEN

Where do we go when its time to leave?

Its my time.

Through the tunnel of light, where its clear and bright.

Its my time.

My friends are all waiting on the other side,
Im a little bit scared, but my angels at my side.

Its my time.

I know youll cry,
But its my time.

I know youll be wondering Why, why, why?

But its my time.

I cant stay on Earth where my work is done.

Heaven is great, Im happy and its fun.

Its my time.

Ill always love you and youll always love me,
But its my time.

Never forget me, but I want you to move on,
Coz its my time.

All good things must come to an end,
Youre in my heart, and youll always be my friend,
But its my time.

Although we must part its only for a while.

Its not your time.

Make me proud as you carry on.

Its not your time.

Ill wait for you till youre old and grey,
Im sorry that you have to stay.

Its not your time.

Life is precious and although its not the same,
Its not your time.

Life will go on, I think youll find,
Its not your time.

I want you to promise that while I am away
Youll love one another. I hope and pray youll
understand, my darling,
Its my time, its my time its my time.

JACKY NEWCOMB

A very big thank you to everyone who shared their stories for the book.

I should also like to thank my editor Lizzie Hutchins, and Michelle Pilley, Jo Burgess, Jo Lal and everyone else at Hay House for their faith in me!

I have good hope that there is something after death.

PLATO

Tonights discussion is about Tony Blair. What are your feelings about the fact that the UK Prime Minister is giving up his post? Call us and have your say, the radio announcer encouraged. Also on tonights show we have the Angel Lady, Jacky Newcomb. Do you believe in angels or do you think its a load of rubbish? Ring in and tell us what you think

I am regularly invited to chat on radio shows up and down the country. Sometimes I have to drive to the studio and other times I can chat live on the telephone from my bedroom at home. Of course thats the easiest!

If you have questions or stories about angels and you want to share them with Jacky, ring in on the usual number. You may have to be patient, though; currently all of our phone lines are engaged. Tonight everyone wants to talk about their angels. You can also text in your questions on your mobile phones

The first caller was already on the line. If you have a light around you, you have an angel on your shoulder, Nicksy, they explained to the DJ.

Then the next caller came through. My granddad died and that night he came to me in a dream and told me not to worry about my driving test the next day. He told me I would pass and get 30 points The caller admitted that he did indeed pass his driving test the next day and pick up 30 points.

Another caller explained that her husband had died just a year ago but he visited her and her young daughter, aged three, most nights. The daughter seemed aware of her fathers visits and chatted to him as if he were physically in the room.

And so the calls went on, call after call, question after question.

The presenter was really enjoying the phone-in. He asked me if I could stay on later. Youre bigger than Tony Blair. No one wants to talk about the Prime Minister tonight. Well have to have you on the radio all day can you come to Manchester? He was even gracious enough to share a positive paranormal experience of his own.

The subject of the radio interview was very familiar to me. Thousands and thousands of people have seen their guardian angels and their deceased loved ones. Many of them were interested in ringing in and chatting about their experiences, and I loved it!

So many people all over the world are having encounters with loved ones who have passed on and there is a craving for information. Was it real? Can our loved ones really visit us? Can they give us signs?

I know they can and yet I still queried it myself! If this is real, then give me a sign, I challenged, looking up to the sky. Show me that youre here. How about making a bird appear right in front of my face? A bluetit! Then I would know that spirits are real!

Whom was I talking to? Well, I wasnt sure, really. Id already produced several books and published hundreds of articles on angels and the afterlife, and I guess I was talking to the spirits, the ghosts, call them what you will. I didnt mind which afterlife soul brought my sign. Id have been happy with my loved ones doing it or a being of light complete with wings. Just someone nice, of course.

I write about the positive aspects of the paranormal every day. Its my job. I have seen so many things, yet after all this time even I feel the need for constant reassurance, for proof that Im not tricking myself into believing some mystical mumbo jumbo. Its human nature, I guess. Is there an afterlife? Is there a heaven? I believe but just one more little sign?

Could I demand things? Could I ask them to bring me a specific sign like a particular bird appearing in a certain way? A bluetit appearing in front of my eyes? Of course I could!

Three days later I was packing for a surprise trip away. It was my wedding anniversary and my husband and I were loading up our suitcases. I walked over to the mirror to collect some cosmetics that were sitting on the windowsill and I literally gasped with delight. A baby bluetit was fluttering at the window just a hands length away. It was so close I felt that I could almost have reached out and touched it, and it hovered for several seconds right in front of my face before I burst out laughing. Well, that told me, didnt it? Id asked for a sign, a bluetit specifically, and here it was! Once again I had my proof.

There is more to life than we see, hear and feel during normal waking consciousness and I love it! Imagine never having to worry about death again because we know that when we pass over we are going home. Imagine knowing that when we die our loved ones who have already passed over will be there waiting for us, like a big welcoming party. What if I could show you it was true? Do you want to believe? No? Well, read on, because you might have to think again.