1. SYNOPSIS
Autobiographical Notes
‘Things that happened along the Way’
by Miss Jane M L Radford
This is a true cautionary tale of the dangers of religion with many stories interwoven within it
describing the prayer life and spiritual experiences of the author. It starts with my abduction as a
baby, goes on to describe the difficulties of my teenage years and later the experience meeting a
Yoga Master. After his death trouble came, not wanting to follow his successor. I was ostracised
for leaving the world of yoga and 'the Gurus' on the instructions of a catholic priest. In the end I
renounced the church as well.
From my 20's I devoted my life to making art works - 'each yearning to be messengers of beauty to
the world', I spent years blissfully unaware of what was going on around me – jealousy mostly – to
the extent I would find myself alone sometimes due to lies told about me.
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2. Not wanting to take a vow – because it says in the holy books – 'I want Love, not sacrifice' it is
why I find myself bringing about my own spiritual and prayer revolution in my later age I call
'Designs for the Beautiful Ways'.
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3. Chapter 5 - God’s Tears
During the summer of 1991 I went to join a holiday activities centre for children in the south of
France as a volunteer, a watersports centre. I went because I wanted to improve my French, when I
got there however I discovered the whole programme was in English.
It was the first time since I was a child that I got so brown in the sun and enjoyed my days mostly
except for the jokes of the Australian sailors – which could be a bit rum for young ears I thought. It
was this that made me decide to leave after a couple of months. I had had a dream about a beach
hospital from the first world war and saw as I woke up the body of a soldier lying obliquely to mine
and a nurse standing over me in old fashioned uniform. There was an early morning mist in the past
and in the present and the daisies and flowers that crept around the entrance to my tent woke me up
as usual with the sun. Nearby was a large bungalow with a verandah that wasn't there in the
present. It was a strange dream. The nurse was saying in my mind ,'that there would be a storm
from the east in these times, because I was being insulted by rude sailors who were in the wrong
and no-one seemed to care, and God was angry. That no-one would go to that beach ever again.'
Shortly after this the atmosphere changed. I had been insulted about my opinion that the rude
stories were unsuitable for children. One of the sailors seemed to think I had a crush on him when I
didn't. Someone was trying to muscle in on my job.
One morning I was walking on the beach and encountererd the caretaker. I thought in my mind 'if
you change your name back to your original name things will change for you'. He'd told me the
day before that he felt 'stuck' and wanted to leave his job when I had chatted with him. I thought
this about changing his name because it was a better sound/shape for him to be called by.
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4. I felt the wind was up and the sea was telling me it was dangerous to go out. Later I told the chief
sailor. He ignored me. I decided I'd had enough and made plans to leave the camp early and return
to the UK.
Later I heard on the intercom that the caretaker was changing him name and everyone was to call
him Simon instead of 'Spike'. I was surprised because I had not said a word.
Just before I left the ominous feeling from the sea increased. Later I heard torrential storms rose up
just after I left with mud slides that devastated that whole stretch of the coast and the camp had to
be abandoned.
On returning to the UK the ferry arrived at Newhaven with no connecting train. I managed to get a
lift with a long distance lorry driver to the Watford Gap. Wondering what to do for about 2 seconds,
I turned and saw two young guys getting into a car heading for London direction. I was exhausted
after travelling from the south of France by train direct and they drove me all the way home,
literally to my front door in Islington, from the Watford Gap! That is about 30 miles.
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5. Chapter 6 - May Our prayers rise up like Incense....
A better holiday, was a cycling holiday in the May of the following spring to Galway and
Connemara in Ireland. It was a tiny plane that took me there and as there were no taxies at the
airport for some reason I hitched a ride into the city to meet the cycling tour group.
The rainclouds cleared from the day I arrived with glorious sun for the whole week and the rain
only started as we started the last stretch of the 210 mile cycle journey back to Galway from Cong.
Which was miraculous for May in Ireland. We went out to the Arran islands on a sea that was like
glass with our bicycles on the ferry. There were meadows full of primroses and springs making a
glorious musical sound. I love cycling and enjoyed it immensely. Mossy stones would be my
pillow as I'd stop to take a rest in the sunshine under the clear blue sky. The nature was beautiful,
the beaches wild and free but the ocean freezing for swimming! The company was fine. At night
the canopy of heaven was full of stars and everything was wonderful. I was voted 'star cyclist' at
the end, which was a nice compliment.
One Sunday evening a few months later, I got back after a weekend in Sussex to the house in
Islington. On entering I found an upset house – there had been a break in. Feeling the atmosphere I
went upstairs and found a bottle of Lourdes water and came down and blessed the house to clear the
air with prayer and blessed the man who lived downstairs saying 'you can have some of this also'.
He turned to me and said 'what is that bottle of perfume you've got there?' I said its not perfume, its
water. He said there was a strong smell of violets. I thought it was the water, but he insisted it was
me. Lourdes is a shrine in France well known for its healing waters and many, many miraculous
cures.
I had heard about a cult in the catholic church called Opus Dei. I decided to explore it due to
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6. conflicting opinions about it within the church. By chance there was an Opus Dei establishment
nearby. On a retreat with them during what the church calls the 'month of the holy souls'
(November) I was praying in the chapel for that intention. It is the idea that people need
purification after death in 'purgatory' which may or may not be true. As I prayed my breathing
became more rhythmic and I saw a hospital room in my mind’s eye with many souls in beds
covered in luminous white cloths. The atmosphere was yellow and seemed acrid somehow. The
souls were getting up out of bed and walking through an archway.... which in a strange way seemed
connected to my breathing – which they passed through to reach Paradise. It was a lovely prayer
but I decided I did not want to join Opus Dei. A woman in charge tried to appoint herself my
spiritual director and I didn't like that. I felt I was being judged a bit, plus she wanted me to take a
vow of celibacy. I did not want to take a vow. Just in case I changed my mind: God would be
listening.
Besides, it says in the bible ' I want Love not sacrifice'. Don't be too hard on yourself.
Around this time, and I worked this out later, a short while before I met him 'by chance' Jaime
would come into my room in Islington at night in his astral body. I knew it was him but was too
hypnotised to acknowledge it in my conscious mind. What was going on?
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7. Chapter 7 - A bit of History
I was trying my best to be helpful and loving around my mother. What you do when someone
rejects you emotionally and plays the role of 'mother' sometimes is try to buy their affection. Which
is what I literally did. I would have my boss write out my Christmas bonus to her, buy her clothes
and tried to help every which way. She had never accepted me, and I am convinced this woman is
not my blood relative. There has been so much cruelty.
Because she was unwell with Bi-polar, I neglected my friends due to being needed down in Sussex
to help out. She was prone to outbursts of temper which would shock you to the core when you
were least expecting it, and for no reason.
One weekend I was meeting a friend from USA at Gatwick who had half a day between changing
planes. I took him to a small village for a walk to see some history (they love British history) It
was 5th
August. I was showing him around Slaugham church and noticed the date. It was exactly
500 years to the day since the Knight of Slaugham, and of the whole south east region in those days,
John de Covert died. I cried a little and was amazed.
I explained to Ollie that I had been there before. That the Knight had appeared to me with eyes full
of compassion and led me into the church. Appearing as it were from the family tomb inside the
church. He was of short stature, wearing a black cape and leggings and a cap. He was young, had
brown wavy hair and beautiful brown eyes. It was there inside the church that I found an interesting
book that talked about revoking curses off your family bloodline. I understood this important
French Knight was a saint. It was extraordinary after his amazing appearance to arrive back exactly
500 years to the day after his death. Ollie was amazed too and looking back it is important for me
to remember that like John de Covert, a Norman Knight, I am French.
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8. Another day I came back and almost approached the Vicar’s house to tell the story. For some
reason I changed my mind. I went back into the church and the framed sign which read ‘In
Memory of John de Covert, Knight. May God have mercy on his soul’ had gone.
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9. Chapter 8 - Healing Hands
I met two old Italian brothers at an art show. Jaime and Pietro. A few of my friends had come along
to see my display and I was pleased with the feedback I got about my new 'sous verre' work. I was
making delicate art under glass. I love meeting people and wanted new friends, but Jaime wanted a
relationship, a companion really. They fought over me a little bit in fact and Pietro asked me to
marry him. Later I remembered I had dreamt of Jaime when I was two and cried afterwards. Soon
after I met him I remembered him as the face I saw when Maya from the East West Centre days had
touched my forehead and said I'd see the face of a spiritual guide. The situation confused me as my
sister had only relatively recently got me to go back to Church.
Really he was quietly trying to teach me about a life without religion and being free in the spirit.
The forces of evil were raging against me and trying to make me feel roman catholic guilt about our
friendship. Thus I thought when I met him it was something to do with destiny. Something to do
with a past life as an American Indian? That is how he appeared in my minds eye in 1985. At the
same time I believed I had some 'faith' in the Catholic church and this caused upset in my mind.
Looking back it is such a shame that this was so but it was all part of the plan of sadists that
hypnotised me.
I remember one year we went on holiday to Ischia. One afternoon we went for a walk along the
coastal path and I stopped by a cave having a flash back to a powerful visualisation prayer I made in
the 1980's. I used a technique from a book I found in the market in Islington called 'Healing with
Mind Power'. I adapted it as suggested and started the process visualising the staircase in the house
I grew up in and when I reached the bottom of the stairs I would be a state of self-hypnosis, and
when I went through the living room door my guide would be there. It happened exactly that way.
Here in the afternoon sun of Ischia I found myself thinking that it was definitely the same cave as I
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10. been to in my prayer all those years before! I was told a tunnel that opened out in it starts above
ground a couple of hundred feet above. It was tunnelled by a Roman Emperor long times past
about 3000 years ago, about whom local modern stories said used the caves for orgies. I knew
quite the contrary – they were places of healing.
In my visualisation – I had prayed to be guided to a place of healing – and I was. A guide appeared
to me and led down this tunnel to the cave I saw from the coastal path. However from that vision
10 years before the cave was much bigger, with connecting caves. In the present day however, the
coastline had changed and some of the caves had collapsed into the sea.
There were stone tables for massage with many people there. Some of them looked up and greeted
me. The guide disappeared for the moment. I had a massage and then looked over and saw two
smaller caves with large baths inside. I went into these shallow baths (they continue to use identical
baths in the spas of Ischia to this day – I saw them in a magazine by chance when I was there
having a thermal treatment!) and knew I should pray to the planets for healing energies as well. I
did so.
I did not understand at the time how you could go underground to these caves and then suddenly see
a beautiful sunset outside over the sea. It seemed like a dream. There were people swimming and
they welcomed me. I did not stay long in the sea, went back inside, looked into another large 'room'
with more people receiving healing and then departed up through the tunnel with my guide. I made
my prayer of gratitude and brought myself back to the present.
When I told Jaime and Pietro this story they were amazed. I understood from the healers later that
because of the evil times there was no place for such healing on the planet in the present age, which
is why I had to go back in time....
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