Drawing from the pages of her many private diaries and journals, Janeah Rose, an intuitive consultant and healer, shares stories of her life, her clients, and her gifts. Written with candour and humour, her memoirs start with her own tale. When she was a child, her family began to notice the young girl's innate intuitive abilities and wisely nurtured them.
Janeah's story would be incomplete without the stories of the clients who have become friends over the years. Their gratitude inspires her own; she thanks each of these people who have shared their lives and loved ones with her. By inviting her into their private worlds, they have enriched hers as well. Throughout the years, she has helped them recognise the need to change their life path, sometimes with the support of loved ones who have passed over.
Filled with true stories that are by turns uncanny, unbelievable, and heartwarming, Janeah's memoir explores metaphysics from all dimensions. Even in the midst of uncertainty, challenges, and obstacles, she has used her extraordinary gifts of intuition, visions, and spirit guides, along with her inner voice, to help people get back on track and on a path to discover their own purpose and gifts. With certainty, clarity, and hope, she explores how embracing such an unexpected path can empower anyone willing to take the journey to self-discovery.
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THE GIFT OF INTUITION
By Janeah Rose
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MY FIRST CLEAR VISIONS
I remember the time when I was 7 years old; my mother took me to a Christmas bazaar at St. Edmond's School, the Catholic school I was attending. It was a fundraiser for Girl Guides and most of the parents were there to support the cause. I still remember walking around in awe at all the colorful displays of toys, baskets, homemade candy, flowers, and people crowded around the tables. As I hung onto my Mom's hand I seemed to be drawn towards the center of the room where there was a little white baby crib. Inside it was a beautiful doll that looked like an angel, dressed in a long white satin gown. I seemed to be mesmerized by this beautiful doll that had long curly golden hair and a captivating pretty face. It was surrounded by outfits in every color of the rainbow. Looking through the rails of the crib I couldn't get a good look at the doll, so I asked my mom to lift me up so I could get a better look and see everything in the crib. I remember looking at the doll from my Mom's arms and saying out loud, "She looks like a baby angel." I asked Mom if she could buy it for me, and of course the doll and crib were not for sale—merely for display, as it was destined for a raffle at the end of the bazaar. Well I guess I didn't know what the word raffle meant, because I just kept saying, "How will we carry her home? Can we get Dad to come for her and her things?" My questions going unanswered, my Mom then instructed me to print my name on the raffle ticket so I could have a chance at winning it. She handed me a pencil and a little piece of paper, and I wasted no time printing my name and phone number on it before handing it back to my Mom. I watched with curiosity and excitement as she slipped my entry into the big box that was sitting on the table beside the doll. After that my mother had a hard time convincing me that there were other nice things to see. As we walked around the room looking at toys and food, I said "You won't have to knit any clothes for her mom, because she already has everything she will ever need."
Mom, trying to protect me from likely disappointment, replied sympathetically, "Well you might not win it dear, so don't get too excited just yet." Then she added, "The draw is tomorrow at three, we will have to wait and see if they draw your name."
"They will pick my name Mom, you'll see." I scolded.
"I sure hope for your sake you're right dear, but don't forget—many others have their name in that box too!"
That day after we arrived home, I ran up to my bedroom where I could hear my older brothers in the next room laughing and having fun as they always did. I usually went into their room to see what they were up to, but this particular day I remember just going to my room and lying down on my bed, closing my eyes and thinking of nothing except the doll in the crib. As I said my prayers that night, I instantly had a vision of the doll and the crib at the foot of my bed. I could hear a beautiful and soft voice—a voice I had never ever heard before. Remembering my Dad's words, "Listen and you will hear." I listened very intently, and heard a voice clearly say, "You will have your baby doll. You will have your angel." I opened my eyes to see if anyone was in the room with me. It felt as though an angel had come to deliver this message, and I wanted to see her with my own eyes, yet no one was there. I was disappointed simply because I wanted to ask a question. I tried closing my eyes again, to see if I could lure any more messages, but I could not hear or see anything else; so I ran back downstairs to find my Mom and Dad who were sitting at the kitchen table wondering where I was.
When I told them about hearing a voice while I was praying, and what the voice sounded like, my Dad picked me up and sat me on his knee and said "That is the voice of the Holy Spirit." I had heard my teacher Sister Louise mention the Holy Spirit many times in prayer at school, but she never ever said that we might hear the voice of the Holy Spirit. At that time, whose voice I heard didn't really matter to me; it was just what the voice had said that mattered most to me. When I explained that the voice said, "You will have your baby doll." they were both amused but didn't laugh. I was excited because after hearing this voice say, "You will have your baby doll." I knew it was going to be at the end of my bed just like my clear vision. That night while lying in bed, I continued to listen for the voice again, while praying out loud, but unfortunately I didn't hear anything at all. I must have kept praying until I fell asleep and when morning came, all I could think of was that it was the day that I was going to have a beautiful new doll in a crib in my room, and that it was going to be mine.
I jumped out of bed, got dressed and went about the day helping Mother in the kitchen making bread and buns and even doing some dreaded homework. As the hour drew closer, I knew I was going to hear the phone ring and, I knew the voice at the other end would be one of the nuns, telling us I had won the doll. I couldn't sit still for a second, and I kept checking the clock to see how much longer I had to wait, and kept looking at the phone, to make sure no-one was talking on it.
I'm sure the first time I ever heard the expression "You're counting your chickens before they hatch" had to be that day when I asked mom what she was going to carry the doll clothes home in so they wouldn't get dirty. We still laugh about It to this day whenever we hear that expression. I had it all calculated out, even at seven years old! I asked dad to make sure the back seat of the car had enough room for the crib. I never doubted for a minute that this beautiful angelic doll with the golden ringlets in a crib full of beautiful clothes wouldn't be beside my bed. I had such a clear vision of it that it was like it was already mine, I even had a name all picked out for her from the time we left the Bazaar. I was going to call her Angel.
Shortly before three o'clock I noticed my Mom was on the phone. I remember being quite upset when I said, "Mom please hurry and get off the phone!" When she asked "Why?" I very abruptly explained In a huff, "Because the school is going to be trying to call us, to say that I've won the doll." She nodded as she glanced at her watch and said, "Mary is expecting a phone call so I will have to call you later." When the phone rang fifteen minutes later, I knew it was a nun at the other end of the line before I picked It up. I grabbed it and said, "Hello, this is Mary."
The soft-spoken voice replied, "This is Sister Louise, at St Edmond's School, is your mother home?"
"Yes my mother is home!" I cried out with excitement. I handed the phone over, giddy with anticipation.
All I remember next is my mom saying, "Yes, yes. Oh how wonderful. Well my daughter had a feeling she was going to win it, I guess she was right! Oh thank you! Thank you very much ... yes, we will come to pick it up today."
She hung the phone up, dancing around with excitement saying, "You were right, you did win the doll and crib just like you said! You are the winner! I can't believe it, you're going to have that beautiful doll and crib and all the clothes—you knew you were going to win this doll from the first time you saw it." By this time both my parents were ecstatic and almost in tears, they couldn't quite believe that I had actually predicted winning the grand prize. Needless to say from that day on, everywhere I went my doll, Angel, was in my arms—as seen in many pictures of me as a child—until the time when I outgrew dolls, and relegated her to sitting on my bed as a decoration.
After this big win it became quite evident that it was not just a coincidence, that I sensed or saw something before it actually took place. It became quite comical whenever the phone would ring, because most times I would go and get the person who the call was for, before the phone was picked up, and they would always come running because they knew I was right. I would answer it with "Hello John" or "Hello Aunty Vera" and so on. This was something that happened almost every time the phone rang.
Another thing I remember doing, when I was around 8 years old, was telling my parents who was coming to visit and when the visit was going to take place. This was sometimes a conflict of interest for me however, because I would always be questioned with, "Why didn't you tell us they phoned to say they were coming?"
I would almost get mad and say with frustration, "They didn't phone, but I just see them coming today."
Mom would always say, "You 'see' them coming?"
I would have to explain it by saying, "Yes, I just see them coming through the front door, and bringing flowers or food or something."
Sometimes right out of the blue I would tell my mom and dad the Doctor is coming. Before the day was out one of my brothers or sisters was sick, and the Doctor would be walking through the door with his little black case attending to the sibling that was sick.
This always startled them when I said, "I see the doctor coming" for fear of what he would be coming for. I would have to reassure them with "It's probably nothing serious." Although on one occasion when I had a vision of Mom being sick In bed, and the Doctor coming to our house, a few days later my mom had appendicitis. When the Doctor came to see her, he had to take her to the hospital for emergency surgery.
On another occasion, and one that my Mom still talks about to this day, is when I was nine or ten years old. I had a broken arm from falling down a flight of stairs, when I was horsing around on the banister, and Mom asked me, "Why aren't you out playing with the other kids?"
I'm sure I answered that question more than once with a little sarcasm, and this particular time was no exception. I'm sure when I answered very abruptly with "Don't you know the house is going to be a war zone with the Thompsons coming with their six kids ... I just want to put all our good toys away, so nothing gets broken." My mom never doubted me by this time because it seemed whenever I told her certain people were coming to visit, they would appear at our door. Her comments by this time were more like, "When are they coming"? or "Do I have time to make a cake?" The first time I heard my mom ask if she had time to make a cake, I just thought that she wanted to have something to serve the guests. It wasn't until many years later when I was reading friends and neighbors, that she told me she knew I had a special gift from the day I won the doll.
Circumstances, times, names, places and events were proving to be right on more occasions than anyone could count or deny. It got to be quite the normal thing around our house, that if I said someone was coming over to visit, everyone would pitch in and help tidy up, hide their precious toys, that they didn't want to be played with or broken, if it was families with small children, and no one seemed to ask anymore if I was sure they were coming. That question had long been replaced with "When?"
One of the funniest things I remember was when I was ten or eleven years old. My brother Larry who was two years older than me, always put my gift of intuition to the test. He would ask me questions like, "Do you see me passing my spelling test? Do you see me getting the same teacher next year? Do you see me getting caught if I play hooky? Do you see me getting the strap at school?" I answered yes to all of the above, and explained in detail that he would get caught playing hooky from school. Sure enough a few days later when Larry was late coming home after school, my vibes told me he had to stay after class for a detention. I could feel the strap in the palm of my hands, with a burning sensation, as though I was the one getting the strap. I could feel all day that my brother and his friend were not at school even though we all left the house together that morning. I could see him in my vision playing near water where there was a bridge. I knew they were just having fun so I didn't want to get them into trouble by telling my Mom and Dad, nor did I want to tell the teacher where they were, if I was asked. I had it all planned out, that I would say, "I never saw him," which was really a little white lie because I had seen him very clearly in my vision, or mind's eye. But I figured it likely the teacher would think I was playing a trick on them, and suffer detention myself after school as well.
Unfortunately for Larry, he did get caught playing hooky after all, by Sister Louise. The soft-spoken nun had always liked Larry, but she still had to do her job as a teacher and reprimand him accordingly for his actions. He got into trouble yet again upon arriving home, and came up to my room only to put his head in the door and say, with a long sad face, "I should have listened to you. I got the strap today and had to stay after school for a detention. I had to write the stupid sentence, 'I will not play hooky from school' one hundred times!"
"I'm sorry Larry," I said. "But I told you, if you played hooky you would get caught."
With a sad and long face, he said, "Don't worry I've learned my lesson." Larry went out the door, in his usual jovial manner announcing, "I'm going to write the words, 'Listen to my sister,' a few times just to remind me to listen to you!"
Later that night, while I was doing my homework in a corner of the living room, Larry was doing his homework in the dining room. I overheard him ask my mom, "How is it that only Mary see's things, how come we can't see the things she sees?"
I smiled to myself, and said, "That's a good question, and I wonder why you don't see what I see."
"Well," Larry exclaimed, "I guess you are just plain lucky, but I have one more question," and before I could ask what it was, he put his finger over his mouth and whispered "Could you really see where my friend and I were, when we didn't go to school?"
"I sure did," I said trying not to laugh, "I had this clear vision of you under the bridge on 6th street."
"Were we that obvious, that anyone could have seen us?"
"No," I said "I could see you as plain as day in my vision. For me it's just like watching a movie. You guys were playing on the big rocks, and making a fishing rod out of a branch the way dad showed you."
"Yes, you are right, that is exactly what we were doing. We wanted to see if we could catch a fish with string and the bologna from our sandwich, but we got caught before we could catch a fish so we will never know if the bologna bait would have worked. But I do know one thing for sure," Larry said, as he closed his books and gathered up his homework, "I'm sure lucky to have a sister like you!" "Thanks but why is that?" I asked, pretending I didn't know. "Well for one thing you'll be able to tell me if I'm going to catch a fish or not, and if I'm not, then I won't bother to go fishing. Ha, ha, ha ..." he laughed, "And the other thing is, when I grow up you'll be able to tell me where to find a girlfriend."
I teased him saying, "I'm not going to tell you, because you will have more fun if I don't, but I will tell you one thing for sure—you will have a better chance at catching a fish, if you use worms rather than bologna."CHAPTER 2
Accepting any kind of criticism has always been my biggest downfall—not only a sit applies in terms of being psychic, but also with other issues, as I've mentioned in my first book, Finding Happiness Without Children. As you will see in this next story, I sometimes had to learn the hard way, how to grin and bare it, not take things so personally and move on ...
I remember one occasion vividly: it was my 16th birthday. I was given a surprise birthday party at a friend's home where a few of the girls presented me with gifts of candy, elegant stationery and other little keepsakes that I felt honored to receive. One of the girls suggested reading the cards aloud and passing them around for everyone to see. The words inside one of the cards was written by one of the girls, named Beverly. She was a clown at the best of times, and was always trying to make people laugh. Her words however were ones that not only embarrassed me, but made me feel strange, different, annoyed and upset. They were words that I had never before heard describing me. In fact, they were words that I couldn't accept or forget. The words were written in crimson red ink: "To Mary: my friend that seems to be a WITCH." I was noticeably agitated and choked up. I didn't want to read the card out loud, which of course made everyone more curious as to what was inside the card!
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Table of Contents
Preface: How to Get the Most Out of this Book, xi,
Chapter 1 My First Clear Visions, 1,
Chapter 2 Accepting Criticism, 9,
Chapter 3 Ouija Boards, 17,
Chapter 4 Finding My True Purpose, 24,
Chapter 5 The Spiritual Eye, 32,
Chapter 6 A Mother's Intuition', 34,
Chapter 7 Proving Myself To Skeptics, 41,
Chapter 8 Trusting My Inner Voice, 44,
Chapter 9 Quality Time With Father, 58,
Chapter 10 Once In A Lifetime, 62,
Chapter 11 Angel Intervention, 78,
Chapter 12 Miracles Really Do Happen, 88,
Chapter 13 My Biggest Skeptic, 108,
Chapter 14 Never Say Never, 119,
Chapter 15 Love-Struck in the Desert, 130,
Chapter 16 The Greatest Gift Of All, 142,
Chapter 17 When the Path Is Clear, 155,
Chapter 18 Have A Little Faith, 165,
Chapter 19 The Winners, 172,
Chapter 20 North To Alaska, 182,
Chapter 21 Worst Case Scenario, 191,
Chapter 22 The Wedding That Wasn't to Be, 202,
Chapter 23 The Search For A Daughter, 212,
Chapter 24 An Ending and A Beginning, 225,
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