Posted: Sunday, August 3, 2014 12:00 am | Updated: 1:10 am, Sun Aug 3, 2014.
By IRIS KRASNOW Correspondent
Sometimes you just have to go with it, to be open to things you cannot prove or see. This goes against everything we are taught as journalists, to check sources for absolute accuracy.
Jane Halliwell Green is a psychic medium, Shaman and watercolorist who teaches art classes at Maryland Hall and Anne Arundel Community College (www.artspeakstosoul.com.) She is busy — it took two months to get an appointment — with clients that range from clairvoyant teenagers to sickly 95-year-olds.
I can verify the existence of her surreal nature paintings that emerge from a force within that she says is “intuitive, uncontrolled”. But I am unable to confirm facts with her primary contacts, the ancient time-traveler Saint Germain, or the archangel Raphael. Both routinely guide her work.
And I can confirm that Jane is real, with bangs and a Boston accent and a resemblance to Doris Day. As she lapses into a trance and tunes into her heavenly sources she is writing furiously, her hand moving seemingly on it’s own, as mine scarily did as a child with my Ouija board.
I’m going with it because this is one psychic who doesn’t share dark predictions, like how long you’re going to live — “I don’t give departure dates,” she says.
Jane conducted my reading in her Edgewater studio filled with the scents of lavender, sage and paint. I learned that my late mother was with me, a younger version with flowing hair bearing white roses and a message “don’t worry”, that she is engaged in her new life. She sees my deceased father who is also fine — though they are enrolled in ”separate spiritual classrooms.” Apparently we still take courses in the after-life, though Jane didn’t say if we have to take exams.
Jane assured me that I am fine, too, as she saw two guardian angels by my side — one of them Gabriel, the archangel of communication, my line of work.
Jane left a big job with a healthcare company to dive into a field that lots of people consider woo-woo. Here is why she says she took that plunge:
I knew at age 16 that I had a spiritual gift when I heard a male voice speak to me. My grandmother reassured me that this was my angel. She came from Ireland and had the same gift.
But never had I heard such a loud spirit voice as when Saint Germain woke me up one morning about eight months ago. I was in a dead sleep and I heard a call that screamed “Arise and hear the clarion call!”
It was so stunning it knocked me out of bed. He told me, “I’ve chosen you as one of my messengers.” He is now the main spirit I channel when I do my readings.
Sometimes a person’s departed loved ones come in very clearly. For one man, his mother came through and she was dancing and pointing to her leg, Turned out she was a dancer who had died from a leg injury.
Recently I had a woman in Costa Rica. I said to her: “Is there any reason why a little smiling boy would show up?” She told me she had a lost a child when he was 5.
When we lose a loved one, we miss them so terribly but they are really busy and content.
Your mother has been attending classes and these are arranged for those souls after they are de-briefed from the physical realm. She sees your father although he is in a different soul group and has a unique curriculum.
I’ve lost my own father who I loved greatly. My father said to me in a dream, “Thank your mother for setting a place for me at the table,” which she still does every day.” He wanted me to know that he was with us.
Dreaming is very healthy, it means you are in touch with spirit and close to your soul. We leave our body at night and go into a spiritual dimension where we are surrounded by our loved ones and by angels.
I’m not afraid of death, and nor should you be, because it’s simply a new beginning. It’s easier to die than to be born, and there is another world there, a very enticing world, where you are reunited with loved ones, where there is a lot to do.
I recently worked with a cancer patient who was terrified of death. Messages were coming to me so quickly about her new beginning I couldn’t write fast enough. After our meeting, her family told me that as she lay in hospice, she was excited to begin her new life. Honestly, if I can give a person that kind of peace, that’s what it’s all about.
My work is not about connecting with your Aunt Marie; it’s about helping people connect with their souls and understand themselves as spirit and not as bodies. There is another world, and our loved ones are there. My ultimate message, which is quite comforting, is that it’s never over.
Iris Krasnow is a best-selling author who lives in Annapolis. Write to Iris at firstname.lastname@example.org. She would love to hear your stories.