Jacky Newcomb - I Can See Angels: True Tales Of Real Life Angelic Encounters

Jacky Newcomb, 2010

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I dedicate this book to you my lovely fans; to those I have
met and those I have not; my friends online, on Twitter and
Facebook (especially Sharon, Lilian, Karen, Rachel, Julie and
Julie, as my Admin Angels and for the endless support you give
me), and those of you I meet in the chat rooms as well as
all the many people who travel to visit me at talks and book
signings around the country .

I love you all. May your angels always be at your side .

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
Mark Twain

Angel can you help me?
I need an angel hug,
And lots of sparkly energy
And an angels special love.
Some days can be a challenge,
And life can be so tough,
The road ahead looks difficult,
The path is very rough.
When an Angel walks beside you,
Youre never all alone,
With support and protection
These gifts youll always own.
Theres an angel in my life
And an angel by my side
His signs they may be subtle
But our love you cant divide.

Jacky Newcomb

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.
King James Bible, Gen. 1:1-5

Why are you here? Youre dead, arent you? I asked the young man in front of me. He smiled and walked towards the spare chair opposite where I was sitting. The chairs were the only two things in an otherwise empty room.

His name was Guy. He was an old school friend and hed died of cancer several years previously, yet here he was, large as life and very much alive in my dream!

Guy had been the boyfriend of a dear friend of mine. He was certainly no saint in life and led what youd call a full life in his short life. He was always in trouble at school, but usually for things like teasing the teachers. The class loved him, naturally, and he always had lots of friends.

I remember one time when he and another school friend got into trouble with the vicar up to no good in the churchyard. Who knows what theyd been up to? A loveable rogue, you would call him. The vicar set them to work at the church, litter-picking in the churchyard, but it wasnt long before the vicar was handing the two boys colas and snacks beguiled by the charm of this cheeky chappie. Guy was naughty, but not bad. My mum remembers one day Guy came round to our house and devoured a sausage sandwich shed made him. Just normal, everyday memories.

In the years before his death hed moved away. I hadnt seen him for a long time. Why, then, was he standing here now in front of me?

Im here because I can be was the simple reply from this spirit. Im here because Ive been asked to visit, to talk to you he trailed off.

My body was asleep in bed but my mind was wide awake. This was no dream! Rather bizarrely, we talked for a while. I knew the information was important. Then he had to leave. What had we discussed during this visit from heaven? Whatever it was, I wasnt supposed to remember.

Wait I called out as he turned to leave. Dont you want me to pass on any messages to your relatives? He just shook his head and smiled knowingly before walking through a door and disappearing into the light beyond.

Now I was alone in this dream room: me, two chairs and nothing else. Then I woke up. Immediately I felt excited. Id never had an experience anything like it. It wasnt a dream, so what was it? Had Guy visited for real? Everything was clear except the full extent of our conversation. I knew important information was exchanged, but it was information for my spirit, not my conscious mind. Whatever Guy told me that day, I wasnt supposed to remember the details, only the experience. And remember it I did.

Over 25 years later I still remember that night, and only now do I recall the details of why he came.

My lifes role was to dictate the stories of the afterlife. Others would come and visit in the still of night to share wisdom and knowledge from the afterlife. Still more would visit loved ones around the world, and I was to dictate their gifts from spirit, sharing their experiences with anyone who would listen.

Life continues after physical death, and it was time the good people knew. Life and love were eternal. God was our creator, our mother and our father; everything was of and from this one true source. We are all ONE.

My mission should I choose to accept it would take me on a wild ride, sometimes fun, sometimes sad, sometimes simply exhilarating. I would write books, articles, appear on television, meet famous people, do regular interviews on the radio and feature in newspapers and magazines. Did I want to accept my mission? I accepted.

Then my mind closed off this information, where it lay dormant for many years until my body was ready to begin its journey. One day I was ready and so it began.

While writing this last couple of paragraphs the words flowed on their own as if written by another hand. I momentarily became lost within myself, somewhere deep inside my mind for just a few moments, while the words scribed themselves upon the page.

I was brought back sharply to the here and now by my cat jumping up and down against the window. Something had caught her attention and she wanted it, swiping wildly through the glass. Looking closer I discovered a pair of white butterflies but outside the window, not inside with the cat! Butterflies have long been a sign of spirit contact, so I marvelled at this little coincidence. Was this a little sign from above? I hoped so.

Guy was right. Many more did come, more spirits ready to pass on their heavenly messages. First there was Uncle Eric, Dads brother. Erics visits were clear and vivid. We always talked for the longest time. He was a funny man and nothing had changed for him on the other side. He was funny in heaven, too! Regular readers will already be familiar with tales of Eric, and you can find some of his stories in my previous books.