Sharna James Creations, an International Metaphysical & Holistic Art Centre.

Jade's amazing Angel Story has been shared within many publications:

Spiritual Choices ~ 2003

Angel Saviours ~ 2005

Chat it's Fate ~ 2008 Interviewed by Jenny Smedley

Book - SHINE: A Cosmic Awakening of the New Dawn ~
Published by
Sharna James Creations ~ 2002,
Purelands Publishing ~ 2009
and
2nd Edition - Sacred Arches Publishing House ~ 2009

Book - I Can See Angels by Jacky Newcomb ~ Published by Hay House 2010

Spiritual Conversations Magazine ~ 2010

Saved by my Angels

Sitting in the queue of traffic on the M6 motorway, I anxiously drummed my fingers on the steering wheel. "This is going nowhere fast, isn't it Ryan?" I sighed to my seven year old son, securely fastened by his seat-belt in the front seat next to me.

Working as a spirit medium and psychic, I had a load of bookings for that evening in my shop. "I'm going to be so late," I moaned, taking the first turning off the motorway. Damn it! The road I had pulled onto was in an even worse state. All around me, cars were doing U-turns and heading back to the motorway. I decided to follow their lead.

The road was pretty narrow on one side, there was a thick hedge and on the other a deep ditch, so I had to make a three point turn. I checked nothing was coming and pulled out across the road and stuck the gearstick into reverse.

As I did so, a car appeared out of nowhere and came roaring towards me... People who have been in near-death experiences say time seems to slow down and that is exactly how it felt to me. I opened my mouth in a slow scream as I realised that Ryan, on the passenger side, was directly in line with the oncoming vehicle. His little body would take the full impact of the crash!

I released the clutch to try and move backwards, knowing it was hopeless. At the same time, the man driving the other car swung his steering wheel, desperately trying to swerve out of our way. His car hit the thick hedge opposite, bounced, and hit the front of my car. I took the full impact.

I gasped as the breath was knocked out of my body, but there was no pain. All I felt was relief that my side of the car had been hit and not Ryan. Then I passed out. As my spirit floated out of my body, I saw in slow motion my car spinning a hundred and eighty degrees beneath me and heading towards the embankment.

But my attention was pulled and immediately focused on the two angels standing in front of me. I have seen plenty of ghosts and spirits before, but never any angels. That had to be what they were, though. Both beings were beautiful, taller than an ordinary human being, and made entirely of light, like brightly coloured rainbows.

One stood in front of me, another by the passenger door. I felt surrounded by love and compassion, but although they did not utter a word, I knew they were there to stop my soul detaching from my body. It was not my time to die. Thankfully and most importantly it was not my sons either.

The realisation struck me, as I heard my son scream. "Mum! Put the brakes on" Instantly, I was back in my body again. I slammed my foot on the brake and yanked up the handbrake. The car came to an abrupt stop, just inches away from entering the deep ditch.

I threw open my car door, and leapt out. Ran around to Ryan's door and tugged him out, whilst making sure he was not severely injured. "Are you OK love? Are you hurt?" I asked. "I'm fine mum, just my neck hurts." He said.

The driver from the other car appeared, white as a sheet, with blood trickling from a cut down his face. "I'm so, so sorry" he moaned. "Don't worry," I told him. "The accident was my fault and I would like to thank you." He looked at me, confused. "For what?" He asked, whilst looking puzzled. "You saved my son's life" I said. "If you hadn't swerved in the nick of time, you'd have crashed into him head-on instead of me."

Then the pain hit me in an enormous wave. I clutched at my heart. "Ow. That hurts," I muttered. I rang my husband William to tell him what had happened, but the pain got too much. My son took the mobile phone off me as I sank to the ground, and the other driver quickly called for an ambulance. Onlookers stood watching, they were motionless and in shock. The young lady who drove the car behind us ran over to assist me. I could hear my son beginning to cry and asking for his dad to come and get us.

The paramedics swiftly arrived along with the police. The police officer took control of the situation and noted what had happened. As the paramedics loaded me onto a stretcher, I saw the two angels again. They smiled, surrounding me with a rainbow of colours. I felt safe, loved. I sent them a silent message. Thanks for saving Ryan and me. A feeling of great calm washed over my body, like a waterfall replenishing the land. I remained calm even when the doctors looked over me and told me the bad news.

"You've got a cracked sternum in two places, broken ribs, severe bruising where the seat-belt went, and shock," I was told. I was just relieved to be alive and even more relieved to learn that Ryan did not have a scratch on him, just a bit of whiplash and of course shock.

As the days went by, I realised that my injuries meant I'd never lead a normal life again. My spine had been damaged from the impact of the car, and my heart weakened, as my left ventricle had been injured, causing me to suffer with Atrial Fibrillation. "It'll be a long time before you can get out of bed," William told me. I was upset but not devastated. The angels had saved me for a reason.

For the first few days I was in hospital, I saw them all the time. My room would be illuminated with a gorgeous golden glow while the rainbow of colours formed. I could not help but reflect on why they may have saved me. Finally, it struck me that although I enjoyed doing readings for my customers, along with workshops and life after death shows at large venues, it did not complete me.

"Here you go Mum," Ryan said, dumping a sketchpad and some brightly coloured pencils onto my bed. "This'll keep you busy!" Ryan knew that I drew portraits however he never understood the reason behind my art.

Being a natural medium since early childhood, it was no surprise to my older relatives, when at the age of thirteen years old I suddenly woke up one day and began to draw portraits of what I believed to be made up faces! Thankfully, they recognised the images and realised that I was performing psychic art (or spiritual art, as I like to call it) and actually drawing the image of passed over loved ones whom I had never met.

In my young adult years I had done workshops on psychic art with my customers and I had shown my ability at local shows and other events, however I had always drawn in pencil or charcoal. Practically every picture, apart from my school work was black and white.

I picked up the coloured pencils and immediately felt inspired to draw by my angels. I started drawing the vibrant images that popped into my mind. When I returned home and felt more able, I painted acrylic portraits of people and animals, other times I used chalks or pastels to capture the abstract images that sprung up from my soul.

Every step of the way, I felt the wonderful creative energy of my angels guiding me. At first, I painted the pictures for myself, but I soon realised how they could help others. I was capturing spirit life force energy onto the canvas.

I started to exhibit my work, through a gallery and website. Many people felt a deep soul connection to my images. Some recognised loved ones, angels and reincarnated spirits in my portraits.

Continuing to work from home I began to channel further images, plus healing drawings for my customer's. My angels continued to visit me and explained through clairaudience that the set of colours I received for each person had healing qualities, which also triggered an aspect of enlightenment to the receiver.

Each picture had its own special code of colour that connected to the customer's core self, their gentle vibrations were realised from the person's higher soul. This sparked the seeds of healing, guidance and protection.

I thought that was my new calling and began to settle down into my work, however my angels had a further plan and I now realise I am only at the beginning of my new path.

A full year passed quickly, it was the 23rd July 2003, when my husband, son and I were about to visit my parents and tell them the good news about a holiday I had booked for all of the family. We had recently moved address to a refurbished Victorian Town house, just weeks before.

There were large steps leading from the sidewalk to the front door. Closing the door behind me, I proceeded down the steps and out of the gate, when all of a sudden my ankle snapped and I spun one hundred and eighty degrees before finally hitting the pavement at the very edge of the busy road and oncoming traffic.

Screaming out in sheer pain I begged William to phone for an ambulance, as I tried to sit myself up away from the dangerous road. My walking stick lay shattered into two pieces next to me. Panicking William telephoned for an ambulance and then my parents.

A nurse appeared from across the road, as she had seen me fall and had come to my aide. Introducing herself as Mrs Haze, she knew my husband and wanted to make sure we had telephoned for help.

Looking at her in my dazed state I saw a golden glow of colour surrounding her body, obviously it was her aura. "I saw you spinning the way you did, you completed a full half circle, I hope you have not dislocated your ankle?" said Mrs Haze.

The pain was unbearable; the paramedics soon arrived though and rushed me to hospital with William following swiftly behind. My parents also arrived and collected our son.

My leg was x-rayed and then the doctors told me the bad news. "You have an abnormal break." The doctor paused. "You've broken your leg and dislocated your ankle, we're sure you'll need an operation, and have a metal plate inserted." I was told.

Turning to my husband I shared my fears. "I'm scared Will, I have put on so much weight since the car crash, plus with my heart being injured, it is racing away and out of sync." I said in a worrying tone.

William held me close and reassured me that everything would be alright. Later that night, as I lay in my hospital bed, I found myself asking for further guidance and praying to be kept safe. Immediately I was reminded of the car crash and how my car had spun a hundred and eighty degrees. Recalling my fall I realised that I had spun the same amount. Was this a coincidence or was there something spiritual occurring?

The following morning the anaesthetist visited me and I relayed my fears of my obesity and heart complaint to him. Considering all alternatives he decided not to put me fully under, but to sedate me in another way, which would benefit my health and remove the many concerns.

Later that afternoon I was prepped for surgery. "Count down from ten, please Nicola," asked the doctor. "10, 9, 8, 7..." I was asleep.

Becoming conscious I noted how I was surrounded in nothingness, however I could see clearly, more vivid than normal wakefulness. I noted the doctor working on my leg; I could see my blood pumping through my body and blockages forming at the back of my calf. The nursing staff and other professionals stood below me, I could see everywhere within the room without actually moving.

Within a tenth of a second I was lying back down facing a magnificent light above me. It was tangible, I could feel it swarm around me and I could hear a harmonic sound, like the buzzing from a hive filled with bees.

It did not frighten me and I intuitively knew that it was not a passage leading to my death. Muffled voices rang out louder and louder, it made me feel like I was stood on a stage in a theatre with the light directly on me. The first thing I recognised was my two glorious Angels, who had saved me once before and who had visited me often ever since.

I remember silently asking what was happening and realising that I was having another out of body experience, when suddenly the light disappeared and space took its place. Many beings, which I could never possibly imagine, appeared in front of me and within seconds they were gone. I saw long tunnels, like corridors and other areas that I can only name portals.

There were streaks of light, which resembled lightening, although I could see orbs passing through them. I saw a being appear inbetween stars and then fade back into the darkness, like he was simply walking in space.

My sight turned and I saw lots of areas, which resembled the Milky Way. Intuitively I knew they were other galaxies and individual universes positioned between dimensions, like high rise flats stacked on top of each other and in many alterative directions.

I was taken out past the big bang, past the outer edge of space and into an area where everything was motionless, tranquil and at rest. I saw seven white planets, which I recognised right away, they were the seven heavens. But as quick as the visions came they went again and I suddenly found myself back in my body and fully waking up. The only problem being I was still undergoing surgery.

I yelled out for help, informing the doctors that I was conscious and sadly asking them to "get my dad," as he would know what to do! I found this very amusing afterwards, the fact that I reverted back to being a child needing the reassurance of her father, despite being a married woman and a mother.
I heard a panicked voice saying "just relax Nicola, we have everything under control." That is all I remember, I was back into a deep sleep.

Eventually the operation was over. I responded to the sound of the anaesthetist apologising profusely. Opening my eyes I assured him I was alright and kindly thanked him for his help. I did not feel any upset toward him, as he had listened to my concerns and sedated me appropriately, considering my health.

I believe my angels used my sedated state of consciousness to communicate detailed images to me. I felt that I could not blame anybody for the experience, even though I now have a fear of being sedated.

It transpired after the operation that I did indeed have a deep vein thrombosis in my calf, which is a blood clot from a blockage of blood in my vein. This was confirmation to me that my experience was real and not just an aspect of my vivid imagination. From that moment on, I found myself inspired to channel the energy of the beings I met within the OOBE.

I began to receive many messages of hope and transformation relating to the fifth and sixth dimensions and beyond via automatic writing. My spiritual path was opening further, I have come to realise that the spirit art was just the beginning of an even more inspiring path of enlightenment.

I never got my answer to the question of the hundred and eighty degrees spin that I found myself completing, until a full year later.

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