Are you Rh- and Psychic?

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1. Jeanette Jordan October 12, 2024 Reply

   You do know Wikipedia is written by its subscribers, don’t you?.There are no ‘expert’ experts there, merely readers, members who contribute XX amount of £s or dollars monthly by DD. All just experiencers, or interested parties who enjoy finishing sentences others start, and fail to finish. Or, correctors of wrong input, or God grammar, or perceived wrong input. I was an original.member when they first started, as l was with almost every site inline, being online, since the internet began. And so l know how it works. Personally, l’ve declined all requests to be an expert and fill in said data on said subject, although l’m still asked, or backfilling biographical input on personalitues of said person, mainly because no one has all the background in any ‘,subject’. All we have is ‘educational level’ info’, or personal experience. There are no experts in paranormal, except experiencers like me. And despite myself being told by the Church of England “you are a natural Medium and Exorcist” and “sorry, we can’t make it stop, we turn to you for advice on paranormal.” That’s really all it is. I’d gone to the Church of England Bishop for help to make it stop, it was horrendous for two decades of my early life, a childhood stacked with ghosts, weird, and unreal, and got told “you’re a natural Medium, and Exorcist, and we rely on you, for advice.” And asking me, could they please pass my name to the media in 1972-3 for advice on ‘p of possession’ because the Exorcist was causing panic in cinemas up and down country in UK. l’d dealt with possession in someone up close and with faith, and God made an appearance. Not the first for me, he first came inside my nine month coma, aged seven years, and made Himself known to me. He made me brave, no one else, and with His presence and a good prevailing wind, l won against evil. I’m not going there, the person involved doesn’t need a rehash. It was then l got front paged. And the media was told by the Bishop thatbl am the only Natural Medium and Exorcist they have on their books, and recommend. This was said to me directly by the then Bishop of Peterborough UK! I didn’t ask to be either of these things, God made it happen, they witnessed it. The Bishop phoned me, asked me, could he pass my name along to the media, as they were calling him and asking for contact with a real.life Medium exorcist.vetifued by the Church of England. I was the only one in town, in the whole UK, on their books at that time. The only female too. I didn’t want to be either, but when stuff happens, when it badly affects your family, you use the gifts God gave you to fight back. And God expects you to, He didn’t say “hi and goodbye Jeanie, l’m passing through!” He came for keeps, and gifted me uniquely, for keeos. Since God Himself was in my corner, as witnessed by the priests, two police officers, and many nameless locals, who was l to argue? So l didn’t, don’t, and don’t. I just carry on being ridiculed. And God carries on being amused by me. Because love Him with my life as l do, l’m quite irreverent as well. It’s not a job l’d recommend, it’s not a vocation either, you don’t choose paranormal, it chooses you. It’s a direct result of too many NDEs in childhood and in reproductive years. And too.many losses from.the womb. I’ve got loadsa ghost children in heaven. As well as all but one older relative up there too. We two are next in line for the elevator in the sky. As well as a lifetime from infancy, of attracting ghosts, and UFOs. Yep, you read that right, and God knows it’s true, so, l don’t need anyone else to believe me. Too old, too life tired, too life experienced. You better believe three things, God is real. Ghosts are real. Aliens are real. In that order they entered my life . And never left it. I’m rising eighty. But too late to change, just to please others now. Be careful how you drive. Let it come to you, and don’t get drawn to play or invite, the wrong ones use the door as well. Usually, first.

• Rachel Lang October 12, 2024 Reply

  Let me guess – O negative?

• Jeanette Jordan October 14, 2024 Reply

  Nope.
  Rhesus D Negative Group A cde/cde
  According to my NHS blood card. Issued in 1962 and updated in 1982.

  The cde/cde is my extremely rare Geno.
  According to my Gynaecologist in 1962:
  “You have a very unusual blood type, one not often met with, one we don’t fully understand?” (they still don’t)
  Mum was AB Negative
  Dad was O Negative
  Little brother is B Negative

  My six kids are:

  1st child, a son 1963:
  A Negative (as was his dad, from Gypsy stock, both identical to my grouping) l was a virgin on the Friday, pregnant Saturday morning. Then, he cleared off when l was three months pregnant, turned out to be married with two sons, but our blood was identical. I saw him in the street a year later and went over and demanded to know his blood type, he was in uniform, a paratrooper, so he pulled the ID disc from his neck and it read identical to mine. Like blood twins. What are the chances ay? I didn’t know his group when they discovered mine’s so rare they needed to know. I couldn’t give it, and refused to name him to doctors. And oyhers. Scary pregnancy as they were worried, but l wasn’t. I fell down the stairs and he survived my uterus being split from end to end. I’d done first aid, do l lay still for hours on the floor until my boss came home. I was a Nanny to two kids, l’d not said l was pregnant, l was three months, He somehow stayed inside the womb and it healed itself. But was discovered decades on when l had major surgery, “How did you split your womb wide open? I thought oh shit, more surgery! “No, years ago, it’s self healed so tight, but that’s the pain you feel. Amazing what scans saw that they’d missed. They had all sorts of emergency routes ready for his birth too (even caesarian and changing his blood at birth, if he was born blue) and they’d only just invented the Anti-D shots and l became one of the first guinea pigs. My kids were damaged by it with varying shades of autism. Anyway… l married someone else, someone l knew before him, but was not involved with ever, we met in buses, chatting. Not even a kiss, whilst carrying someone else’s child, and despite my pregnancy, he pursued me, so the gossips who thought l’d tricked him into marriage, were way off beam. But they made my reputation bad and my life a living hell, and hurt both him, and my son, even forced us to have to break his heart age seven, with the truth, and see him break. “Does that mean l don’t have Ray’s blood?” His dad’s brothers son, lived nearby, born close in age, prams side by side, crawled together, walked together, ran together, rode trikes together. Best mates and legally first cousins, we saw no reason to disenchant his mind. That was, until the bitches started and it reached his classroom. So yes, he knew my son wasn’t his as we’d never had sex until our wedding night when l was 7 months pregnant. Sadly, he couldn’t handle me not giving him a son, after four daughters, l did try, eventually thanking God he wasn’t Henry VIII is all l could think. But the gossips forced us to tell our son he’d lied on filling in his birth certificate, which he insisted on doing, and claiming him as his own son, and calling him his son. And yet that didn’t hurt my son to know, as much as Ray and he, not being blood related did. “Don’t I have the same blood as Ray?” And he broke down when l said “No!” Gossips, yes l had my share young. So did my son. And the unthinkable happened, I had a premonition dream Ray would die, and a year later, he did, when they were twelve. That’s how l met the Bishop, who called me a Mefium. I was seeking help to prevent a death premonition coming true, but we couldn’t, and they witnessed it. He died a year after my dream exactly as the Dream had shown me. Oddly, young Ray also witnessed ghosts with me, when no one else did in a room full of people.
  Then he died in 1975 when they were both aged twelve. And part of my son died too. And he became unmanagable. His life spiralled out of control. His screams still break my heart recalling today, 49 years on. My husband, now became his ‘not my real dad’ now, “you can’t tell me what to do, yours not my real dad’!” And he became, “your bastard!” To this man who’d done a lovely thing, and then lost out to stirrers. So, he drank himself to death, literally. Aged 41. It started because by chance he met the natural father, when he unknowingly moved in only doors away from us. The fact he was s para, and a Regimental Sergeant Major bruised my first husband more, added insult to injury, pride, gone. It hurt his ego. He’d been a soldier, different units, never met, but he’d only made Lance Corporal, and he felt insulted by me. “Wasv he bigger? Was he better in bed? Do you still want him?” I’d ended it, l’d walked away from my son’s dad, but only we two and he knew that. I’d sent him packing to his wife and two sons. Violence followed toward me for years. He died age 41 of drink. Our son, my son, “he’s your bastard, not mine!” son, has never recovered from his ‘dad’s’ death. I read his real dad’s obituary six monhs ago. And l cried. Some things never cease to hurt us. I’m nearly 80, and still hurt. For all three of us.

  4 daughters Born to that first marriage were:

  2nd child: A Positive (daughter 1964)
  3rd child: Daughter A Negative (1966)
  4th child: Daughter A Positive 1968)
  5: Fifth child: Daughter A Negative 1969)

  Second marriage (turned out to be Asperger man) so it was a strange experience. Two sons. Gary died at give months in the womb.
  My youngest son is now 41.
  All of my six kids are affected with varying shades of autism. All related to D-Negative necessary Anti-D shots. And faulty/bad batch release vaccines in 1969. And my youngest reacted badly, nearly died, to normal triple vacs in 1984, had to ban them all after that. He reacted badly years later to Vaccines again. Yet he’s not Negative. I’m not well, l’m giddy yesterday and today, l have health issues as in rheumatoid arthritis and Osteoarthritis throughout my body, l’m allergic all meds, all vaccines, and l have had heart failure since 2018. I started feeling giddy, and l’ve had an amazing innings to reach my eightieth year. Next April 2nd if l make it. I’m the oldest of my family alive in the UK today. And soon l have to go. I’ll write stuff as long as l can, but if l don’t return, it’s because l will have died. So thanks, for sharing readings caring. I hope some of my life with our weird bloodline of the gods has helped one of you somewhere. One piece of advice, ignore advice. Ignore doctors prognoses and donut your way..I was told “wheelchair by fifty!” “Dead in six years!” (in 1996) as you see, l ignored them all. Jeanie. The wild one of the sixties. Also known as Toots.

  Sorry, no edit, l’m giddy again, l’m sitting down before l fall down. Stay safe y’all❤️🤗 JJ

2. Jeanette Jordan October 12, 2024 Reply

   My sincere apologies for typos in that last submission. I think everyone’s well read enough to finally work them out. Arthritic hands. Small screen. Nuff said.

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