The Structure and Function of the Rh antigen Complex

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1. Jeanette Jordan October 16, 2022 Reply

   Thank the good lord you found all of this to send into my inbox 27 years after my menopause and 39 years after my last of thirteen pregnancies. I mean, l might have believed they knew my body better if l’d got it sooner. Thank God again, l don’t!

• Jeanette Jordan October 16, 2022 Reply

  Addendum: yes, l’ve read it all, every link, now l need a nap! Aren’t you men lucky, you pretend to understand, you quote chapter and verse, like we females are too daft, yet none of you lay on that table suffering from Toxaemia (Pre-eclampsia) like l did, or needs massive transfusions, like l did, or haemorrhages three times, in three different pregnancies, like l did. Or needs emergency abortions, surgeries, or removal of massive cysts and ovary like l did. There’s much more, but recalling makes me tired. And l’ve earned my naps. Zzzzzzzzzz

2. Jeanette Jordan October 16, 2022 Reply

   Thought l’d add a little here on an anniversary date for me tomorrow. It’s 54 years exactly to the day, 17th October 1968 that my dad died, his was my first ever death by premonition. I was 23, he was 53 in June of that year, when a disembodied voice told me he was dying. He died 26 days before his 54th birthday. I was with him June of 1968, was a very hot sunny day, when a voice spoke behind my right shoulder, in my right ear, l’m.lifetime deaf in my left ear, and it clearly knew. “You’re talkig to a dead man!” It was an A-Sexual voice, neither male nor female, l’ve never heard one like it since. I turned, l saw a mum and little girl out the window, holding hands, skipping, passing, just leaving the shop and crossing the road in front of dad’s house. I looked at dad, at my seven year old son beside me, neither had heard the voice but me. I was about to ask dad for help, we’d been made homeless,, my husband, me, four children. He’d just lost his job and was with the other three at his brother’s, I was there at dad and mum’s, to ask to use their two spare bedrooms, now we’d all left home. We were homeless. l looked across the dining area to where dad was in the kitchen, l heard money jingle in his pocket, a habit off his playing with his coins, as he moved toward the kettle to make tea. And l suddenly saw him aged, really aged, and the voice spoke again, and scared the living daylights out of me, because it came from right inside my head, the same A-Sexual tone, “You’re talking to a dead man;” and l knew dad would die. Soon. I just knew. He was Rhesus D-Negative Group O. He was due to have a second operation after a first successful one on his left leg. He’d had an artery cut and tied in his left leg, so they were doing the same again, to his right. I didn’t know about it until l arrived that day, no one had told me. I knew l couldn’t ask for help, once he’d told me and the voice made darn sure of that… l knew l had to go, l was terrified. I’d had ghosts lifelong, but never been told soeone would die before. Never had a voice in my head. It terrified me..Within days, l had a dream, that l was pregnant again. I dreamt l had just conceived that second, and my best friend’s sister told me in a dream, days after the disembodied voice invaded my head space over dad. In the weird dream l’d met her on a bridge at midnight, my best friend’s dister, and despite being an artist by profession, in the dream she was wearing a nurses uniform, and she said, “The tests are positive Jeanette, the baby will be born on…” And she gave me a nine month forward date. I woke, l counted nine months, with my husband, whom l woke in fear. I haemhoraged with that baby at birth, l’d had a coil fitted. I shouldn’t have got pregnant. I am Immune deficiency condition allergic all meds and vaccines, and the pill had already failed, nearly killed me with loud noises in my head. It left me pregnant, as had suppositories, with my second child, and surgery almost killed me twice. And would again years later. I was too risky to mess with due to my blood type. Two weeks later in fear, I went to my GP “l’m pregnant!” He tested, “You’re not!” Two weeks later, again, l went back with a second urine sample, doctors did them then, “l’m pregnant!” he tested. “You’re not;” two weeks later l took a third urine sample. “I’m pregnant!” He tested. “You are, how did you know, this is the third test, you are exactly six weeks pregnant. How could you know, you came at two weeks, negative, at four weeks, negative, ay six, positive, your breasts say six weeks too!?” So l told him about the dream. “Has this sort of thing happened before?” “You won’t believe me!” “I delivered you Jeanie, l know you, I will believe you, l believe what l’m seeing now, what three tests are saying now! That you’re exactly six weeks and your baby will arrive…” And he gave me the date from my friend’s sister, in the dream! “How Jeanie? How?” I couldn’t tell him how, just it was a dream. I dare not say that dad would die. Dad’s surgery had already failed whilst this was going on for me, the artery kept snapping. It turned to gangrene, he was scared, but brave. They amputated, but l knew it would fail, l knew the voice was truthful. The police came on the Thursday night to tell me he was dying and l was with him at the end. I kissed his cheek, “l love you dad, you can do this…” and a tear fell from his left eye and rolled into his left ear. He took a breath in, and it never came out. It was my first personal death experience and death premonition. That night l dreamed l was dad, dying, l heard my voice saying l loved him/me, l felt the tear leave my eye, and roll into my ear. Dad was showing me he heard everything, and that we do not die. Just like God had told me as a seven year old inside a nine month coma. “No one ever dies!” Dad, my loudly outspoken atheistic parent, “God knows and he wont split;” (tell) “No such thing as God!” dad, was dead. We found a plan for his car clearing out his locker in the ward, he’d sketched how he was going to drive his car with one leg. He was a skilled engineer of watches up to aircraft, everything that had a motor, engine, cogs, was his speciality. A very talented man. He thought beyond his amputated leg. l’ve had premonitions ever since. Number three premonition made me front page news because l tried to stop it, the impending death of a twelve year old child. It took a year, but happened exactly as l’d seen it in the precognitive dream. Every aspect of it. It’s not clever seeing death, it’s scary, it shakes me every time, l’m distressed until it happens.l can’t think beyond it. Can’t see that person without feeling bad inside, without begging God to stop it. Of course He never does.Then l wait, and wait, until it happens, and am distressed, and relieved, together, because at last, it’s over, finally. Then guilt kicks in. It’s lonely being a Medium. Very, very lonely. . Because they can’t be stopped. Dad’s took four months from the disembodied voice inside my head, until he died. My fasted still. The birth took nine from dream. Obviously. The boy, my second death, Ray, took a year. He was twelve, he was my nephew, my son’s cousin and best mate, it totally destroyed my son. Both were born within a month of each other, my first born, their prams side by side, pushchairs too. They crawled together, took first steps together, grew together as best mates. He was often in our home. I lived with it a year, begging God to make it stop. God did not. He had, still has, his reasons, and still has Ray in heaven, forty-seven years on. People like me, real mediums hurt with death premonitions, we really, really, hurt. It’s not a trip up on a stage for attention telling you, it’s a need to understand why, why me, how, how does it work. And is it because my blood is different? Is it?

• Christe M October 17, 2022 Reply

  If this happens so often I’m not sure why you are alarmed or surprised anymore. The concerning thing for me re your story is the voice you are hearing. That it scared you and doesn’t come in peace or as your own internal knowledge/ intuition suggests an entity. I’ve been intuitive my whole life and the gift has grown. As you trust it, it returns more knowledge. However it never carries with it fear, guilt, confusion or regret. I knew my father was going to pass also. I chose to visit him that year as often as possible and we spent more time talking that year than we had in a decade. I’m glad we bonded tighter and shared some meals before hand. It was a nice year. My children have fond memories of it as well and him.

• Jeanette Jordan October 22, 2022 Reply

  Christie, l’ve only just discovered replies in here, so l’m late, l’m guessing. You make assumptions because my first reaction on the A-Sexual voice was fear, assuming it scares me lifelong. Oh dear, at almost 78 l’ve had paranormal activity activity every day since that day in 1968, and long before it, so my fear was over come quite fast. I was scared because back then any talk of a voice was tantamount to getting you lifted by men in white coats. I don’t doubt others share similar experiences to mine and also kept it secret lifelong too. It would take as long as l have lived to familiarise anyone in here on just how much l’ve grown away from fear, and into light with God ever beside me. Let’s leave it this way, like you, l had my very close and closing living moments with my dad before that event. He’d badly treated me, led the way for making me the family scapegoat to this very day, but he opened up to me about his fears, in ways he’d never opened to anyone before, even to himself. Recently my brother got upset because l mentioned things he’d said to me, l’m older, and he was away serving in the army, and my brother had felt badly judged by him. I was able to tell him he was not, badly judged, that he was loved. And share things dad said. Instead of comforting my brother, it made him resent me, because “Dad never ever talked to me about anything, why would he talk to you?” And in a way, that’s the way you’ve answered me as well. Think about it. For all the bad things dad did to me, he chose to share his heart with me and had me sing beside his piano, and taught me every song he’d played for all of us, mum’s was Angelina Mine, (her name was Angelina) my big sister was Patricia My Darling Patricia, because, yep, she was Patricia. My older brothers song was a tune really, called Scatterbrain, dad said it was like him. And my kid brother who l was sharing with, thought dad hated him being a soldier, but dad’s tune for him was, When Johnny Comes Marching Home, yep, he’s called John. And my kid sister’s was Oh Oh Antonio… Her name being Antonia. And me, l’m Jeanie With The Light Brown Hair. Dad was a brilliant pianist, he’d hear music once, and lock it in his head forever, able to play it without seeing the music sheet again. He was Rhesus Neg Group O. Sharing these anecdotes with my kid brother backfired, he wasn’t pleased, he resented me for sharing them with dad, and said “you know l don’t believe half of what you say;” and yes, l do know, no one has,lifelong. I’m lucky, God does, He’s always been with me, listening, guiding, speaking, and so, really what anyone thinks about my sanity is of no concern to.me. But l never assume it’s only me God affords odd gifts to, or speaks to, or shares amazing things with. And l’d never ever, questioned the sanity, or voices He uses to do so. May He keep you safe always, as He does me.

• Jessy October 18, 2022 Reply

  Dear Jeanette. I would be wary of the voice that is coming from a disembodied spirit, as I have read about many stories like yours. I am a researcher of the occult, myths, FOLKLORE and ancient religions. The first mention of those disembodied spirit voices, are spoken of in folklore and especially FAIRY FOLKLORE. From what I have gathered it hasn’t just got to do with your blood type, but is linked to your family. Like the banshee is tied to certain old irish, scottish and even scandinavian family names. I started to put all of these folklore stories together on a youtube channel whereby I show the similarities of the same spirits, entities come in different forms and shapes, yet their mannerism, actions and messages are almost identical, in some cases the same shapes appear to people in other countries, religions and cultures. Because of these videos, people have engaged with me and have shared some of their stories, experiences and encounters. One person I can not name, was a young man, he told me about a familiar spirit that speaks to him often also into his ear, in his head, telepathically and sometimes feels like the voice or energy thereof radiates through his whole body. he told me he never sees a face, just a silloutte, it is black in nature, with a watery appearance, and it would tell him how to make money, never a lot but just enough to keep him coming back for more. This entity speaks to him on a regular basis, telling him things that would happen later in the day, and he mentioned numerology, seeing a specific number everywhere and he would be given the meaning thereoff. This is how these entities communicate with us, through signs, symbols, and numerology, You might have heard of angel numbers in your line of work. When this young man does not listen to the entity or push it aside doing his own thing, his life will go to the dogs, trouble at work, trouble at home, trouble with bills, stress, depression, you get me. So in order for him to have a good and successful life he needs to keep this “thing close” and call on it when life turns sour, and listen to it. Not my words. Another thing he mentioned was when he ignores this entity not only does his life spiral out of control, he receives messages and uncomfortable feelings of loved ones getting hurt, but that he can prevent this if he follows instructions from this disembodied spirit. He also senses a shift from a helpful peaceful, energy into a not so friendly and heavy energy when he tries to ignore this “voice”. I have taken note of his experiences and what he told me, and have compared it to others similar I came across. One such case is Aleister Crowley, a high level occultists. The other one is Emanuel Swedenborg, Swedenborg had a prolific career as an inventor and scientist. In 1741, at 53, he entered into a spiritual phase in which he began to experience dreams and visions, notably on Easter Weekend, on 6 April 1744. His experiences culminated in a “spiritual awakening” in which he received a revelation that Jesus Christ had appointed him to write The Heavenly Doctrine to reform Christianity. According to The Heavenly Doctrine, which he published in 1757, the Lord had opened Swedenborg’s spiritual eyes so that from then on, he could freely visit heaven and hell to converse with angels, demons and other spirits, and that the Last Judgment had already occurred in 1757, In 1745, aged 57, Swedenborg was dining in a private room at a tavern in London. By the end of the meal, a darkness fell upon his eyes, and the room shifted character. Suddenly, he saw a person sitting at a corner of the room, telling him: “Do not eat too much!”. Swedenborg, scared, hurried home. Later that night, the same man appeared in his dreams. The man told Swedenborg that he was the Lord, that he had appointed Swedenborg to reveal the spiritual meaning of the Bible and that he would guide Swedenborg in what to write. The same night, the spiritual world was opened to Swedenborg. In June 1747, Swedenborg resigned his post as assessor of the board of mines. He explained that he was obliged to complete a work that he had begun and requested to receive half his salary as a pension. He took up afresh his study of Hebrew and began to work on the spiritual interpretation of the Bible with the goal of interpreting the spiritual meaning of every verse. From sometime between 1746 and 1747 and for ten years henceforth, he devoted his energy to the task writing many books One of his books he mentions that their is alien life on all the other planets and that he has had contact with them. They evolved like us just on other planets, with different atmospheres etc and therefore look so different. They are part of the creator’s plan to unveil one happy big family in the universe. If you study the occult and other religions you would notice, there are similarities between the egyptian book of Thoft, the emerald tablet, the writings of Hermes Trismegistus, the book of the law by Aleister Crowley and now Emanuel Swedenborg, all of these wrote books that were dictated to them by an unseen force, “disembodied voice” or entity, to bring about some kind of spiritual understanding regarding the connection between the material world and the spiritual. The same can be said for The diary of John Dee and Edward Kelly whom were occultists, / sage and a a sixteenth-century astronomer and mathematician who served as an occasional advisor to Queen Elizabeth I, and spent a good portion of his life studying alchemy, the occult, and metaphysics. Do you notice the similarities here, and what I’m trying to say. .?

• Jeanette Jordan October 22, 2022 Reply

  Jessy, l stopped reading after the first ten lines, because l need you to know that l am a recognised Medium and Exorcist (by the C of E UK) since 1973. I’ve been front paged on ut. I don’t do clubs, web sites (l did record paranormal experiences of others and my own twenty years ago online, first such UK site, along with running the first ever site for Asperger Partners and Parents. I also ran a UFO web site for people to record their sightings, as l’ve seen those lifelong too, since the age if four, again,right beside my dad, an aircraft technician throughout the second world war. Do he knew real from fiction there as well. and l know we’re not, and never were alone in this universe That there are many world’s, many planets with life, many dimensions crossing back and forth into our own. I decided with the easily coerced minds of so many growing so called ‘ecperts’ online, it was time to cancel mine.because truth fast becomes fable, and today l only help one to one, and only when God literally brings them to my door.Which, trust me, He does. Often. He made it very clear decades ago that with the gifts He gave me, there is no place to hide. Along with that come people like you, who think they can analyse my psyche and my mental health. Sorry, l am laughing, l am luckier than most, l’ve had doctors, psychiatrists and other professionals firmly on my side, and wanting more explanations from me. Demanding them no less, because they’ve witnessed miraculous intervention many times happening to me. And today l’m old, l’m tired, l’m even bored as well, and l finally understand how it feels to look forward to going home to God. But l wish you well in thinking you have answers on such subjects, because l know you don’t. Only God has those, and He’s not telling anybody. Until He takes us home. May He keep you grounded in your search for answers, l’ve already found mine. But thanks for thinking you know better, bless you child. I’m unable to edit today, l’m not too well.

3. Sundararaju October 17, 2022 Reply

   Very informative.

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