Jackie Gladfelter Devereaux

American Writer, Animal Lover and Seeker of the Truth

        Stagecoach 2009

 

Jackie Devereaux
San Diego, CA 92107
United States

ph: 619.988.0893
alt: 619.855.7905

Astrology 

     I was born July 01, 1955 at 12:13 am at  the Fort Seward Air Force Base Infirmary located about 13 miles east of Nashville, Tennessee.  The military base was decommissioned in 1971.

     My mother, Helen, told me this story about my birth.  She said it was the calmest and easiest of all her pregnancies. S he said it was because no one was around.  No family, no friends, no neighbors, no noise - just me, her, the doctor and the nurse.  It was late at night, midnight when I popped out. The doctor had to be called in because the infirmary was small and by the time he arrived, there was no time for drugs. She said it was a quick and natural childbirth. 

     My dad, Jack, missed my birth because he left earlier that day to drive my grandparents home back home after a three week visit.  I, apparently, wasn't due for another two to three weeks.  Dad thought he'd have time to drive from Tennessee to Pennsylvania and back in time for my birth.  As chance would have it, three hours after leaving, Mom's water broke, so she called a cab, called a babysitter, packed an overnight bag, and went to the infirmary alone.

     She said she didn't mind.  "It was nice and quiet."

 

  • Psychic Experiences

       I gave myself up to death on Nov. 18, 2008 while lying alone in a hospital isolation room at the Desert Regional Medical Center in Palm Springs.  I fell deathly ill with a rare disorder  and doctors told my husband, Tom,  "to get our affairs in order because I probably wasn't going to make it." 

         I wrote my Last Will and Testament and a priest gave me my last rites.  I didn't want to put Tom through any more suffering, I didn't want my battered body, and I was not afraid to die.  I gave myself up to God and death  and truly felt ready to go.  The moment I gave it up completely, I saw a thin, black line at the edge of my hospital bed emerge from my feet to the ceiling.  I never saw it before but now I did and it started to widen. 

         As it grew, it first looked like black, mesh-like butterfly wings.  As the wings grew, they started moving slowing, unfurling, unfolding from the initial thin line until the wings were fully stretched out.  I knew it was the Angel of Death and I was ready to go.  The Angel or Butterfly flapped its widened wings, took off , flew above me, circling slowly.  I kept waiting for it to take me away.  It circled the ceiling a few times then suddenly flew through the wall of the hospital and disappeared.   I felt the wind from its flapping wings blow across my face and through my hair. 

         When the Angel left without me, I realized I was going to survive.  It wasn't my time yet -- I still had work to finish.  I couldn't waste any more precious time procrastinating by writing Journalism and working for other people's dreams.   I had to work on my dreams by gathering all my creating writings, rewriting, editing and organizing it all into one collective place.

         I left my job as Editor-in-Chief at the newspapers I help build, moved back to San Diego and am working on my stuff.  It feels good and I know I must not waste one  precious day.  I have been given the opportunity to  fulfill the dream I started at 16.

     

     

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Jackie Devereaux
San Diego, CA 92107
United States

ph: 619.988.0893
alt: 619.855.7905