Submitted by: Jeanette Jordan
My Story: STATEMENT BY JEANETTE JORDAN.
I thought I’d better come back in to make this statement for the sceptics, and for those happy surfing debunkers.
those who think I am a self appointed know it all, and there are, and have been many such accusations in my life. And always, back then, I refused to defend, explain, discuss, this subject, until my children had grown up.
They all have, so now, I can speak out about my paranormal life.
I did not ‘assume’ the title ‘medium’ am not a ‘new age’ self appointed psychic.
The title of ‘External Medium’ was afforded to me by the then Bishop of Peterborough, UK , in 1973.
I did not want, nor like the title, always had referred to myself as an “unwilling psychic” and did everything I could to try and stop this side of me… always before this event i’m speaking of today, I hated the word, and anyway, it smacks of being mediocre:-) and I’m far from that!
Granted, I’m stubborn, strong willed, and determined, which suits me better… since it (the paranormal) has made me that way, I’ve had to be, through coping with it all.
I’ve let family and friends walk over me, I get hurt by them all the time and they see me as weak, but strangers and the paranormal do not phase me… nothing, outside of God, will bring me to my knees.
External Medium simply put, means I’m as stubborn with them on the ‘other side’ as well, it means I just wont let them in… like whoopie Goldberge did in the the film Ghost… it can’t and wont, get inside me… but it/they, can communicate with me, and me with them.
During 1973, a lot of personal stuff was happening that wasn’t good, and the paranormal and I skirted with each other, because my defences were right down. I was like that kid in Back to the Future, I hated being called a liar and a coward… and a friend wanted to hold a seance in my home, and I said no. Told her I knew if I sat down at the table (my children were upstairs asleep) with her, her first husband, and my (late) first husband, things would really happen. I think she thought that I was pretending to be psychic, and was calling my bluff.
She laughed at me, called me a liar and a coward, called ‘yellow’ in fact… and at twenty-eight, I was still silly enough to need to be believed, and long before ‘back to the future’ had hit the screens, so, Jeanie got hopping mad, and let it happen.
The glass went wild, none of us knew about ‘opening and closing’ and it went wildly round in circles, spelled a sentence, then careered off the table and smashed all over the floor.
It culminated in six months of hell inside our home, six months of really serious stuff, and because I already had three deaths close together in my family, already moved there with a child’s ghost from a former house following me, and a ghost inside the new house had made it’s presense known to all of us, it was the worst time of all, for me to open up another portal.
Of the ministers times three I called in, two ran away. The one who stayed explained to me, that a medium like me, is afforded special gifts, and is like a tiny pinprick of light, inside the darkness where lost souls are roaming.
These are souls who never have moved on, who hang back in the earth plain because of unfinished earthly business, or who can’t let go, or who refuse to realise they died and block their own passage to the light. He said that they home in on that tiny little light, the medium, and in this case, that was always me.
It got me clouted as a child, and blamed for everything, accused of knowing far too much, and it made them all, my family, fear me. So, I adopted and inherited, their own fear, of me!
As I said, being a medium is a scary lonely business!
When things went badly wrong, when neighbours, friends, family, and the local council, and eventually, the police and local church all became involved, and eventually, the Bishop, it was seriously out of hand.
Poultergeist activity went bananas in my home, for all of six months. No one could stop it, and it was eventually, down to me, and when I understood this fact, that’s when it really tried to get inside me, tried telling me to kill myself, and miserably failed, but not until it ‘rooted’ my feet to the middle of a road as a lorry came hurtling toward me, and my husband ran and dragged me to safety just in time.
It was like glue had stuck my feet solidly to the tarmac as I was crossing with my husband, he kept going, I could not, and he ran back and saved me. Screaming at me, demanding to know why… but I couldn’t move at all until he broke it’s ‘glue like grip’ from under my feet. So, then it did the dirtiest trick of all, to pay me back, it got into my then youngest child, for four whole days.
I’m not relating that, it is still raw.
But suffice it to know, a few months later in early 1974, it got front paged, not my idea, the Exorcist was in town, first showing, people were hysterical, fainting in the aisles, and the press went to the churches, to ask if this could happen and did they know anyone who’d ever been possessed, and anyone who ever did an exorcism, and the C of E said yes, me.
They, the church, asked me to speak, to warn people not to play, and eventually, I agreed, the condition was, only my Christian name in print, no pictures.
It was a small town then, and sod’s law, everybody knew that it was me… and people knocked my door, and I got rehoused, and am the only person in our town, ever to be rehoused through poultergeist activity. Still am, to this day!
What happened though, was nothing like the film’s portrayal, there was no gooey sludge and slime, no twisting heads etc, but, it was far more frightening, in ways I wont explain, and only my faith in God and his intervention, through a crucifix taken from the rectory wall and blessed inside the church, made of the same type of wood they said, that Christ would have been crucified on, got me through it. And together, God, me and that cross, got my child through it.
I didn’t do it, I was ‘used’ as a the vehicle, the medium, to sort it out. I was the light that let it in, so, looking back, it makes sense it was me, who was the medium used to send it back.
An exorcism had been planned, already booked by the Bishop for my child, they’d intended to use two priests, for safety, to perform an exorcism, but, it was like it knew and it got really bad, before they chose which two to use.
Two are used to double up the strength and power, to stop it going out of my child, and into the priest, that’s what they told me.
One night, at it’s height, when it had followed us right across town and was active well away from our home, where we had taken refuge, I was afforded a blessing, as I prayed and called to God, the cross over my chest in bed beside my husband, our five children sharing a mattress on the floor provided by our hosts and my German Shepherd between them and the door on guard, something absoluting amazing happened. As I clutched a crucifix and prayed, it came to life, it pulsated, the wood all down the back came alive, and that’s when I knew I had to act. I woke my husband and put his hand on it and he, ex squaddie, former boxer, nearly pooed his pants, he recoiled in shock and said “It’s alive!”
Togetherm he, me, god and that cross, did what I knew was needed, the words came easily, I commanded in God’s name, it took a while, but it worked. It wasn’t nice, I’m not going there again, read it in our central library archives.
Next day, it was gone.
That’s what was on the front and centre pages of our local paper.
I’ve been called nutter, weird, crazy, and seriously mad. my whole life long, and today, inside this site, I’m affording you the truth, of why i call myself a medium… or rather, why the church, the Bishop, afforded me the tag!
Three other times in my life, the crucifix, not that same one, has activated for me, after a car crash that should have killed me, and once here, inside this flat, two years ago, and made things happen that should not be able to happen.
Anyone, anyone at all, who wants to ‘cross’ me on this issue, on my faith, had better get one to defend their accusations with, because they’ll need it, I do serious battle for my God!
And I’m his advocate forever!
I’ll always win that argument , every single time… because from the age of seven, in a coma, when He made His presense known to this nothingness of a kid, I know without a shadow of doubt, God lives, Christ lives… the Holy spirit lives… and this, from a non indoctrinated church goer, from a family of atheists!
Believe whatever suits you, whatever turns you on, I know who turns me on… who is the only truth, God is, and He works for all of us!
Have faith, and ask.
PS… to my statement:
It’s not the cross, the wood, the emblem, that makes crucifixes come alive for me, that makes miracles for me, it’s the ‘faith’ I have in God and Jesus who are behind the meaning of them, through the sacrifce God made, through on one, for all of us to share.
It’s faith alone that wins the day. No cross will work without it.
If i never come in here again, if I share nothing else, this is the most important truth I’ll share inside my life!