*Vision archive: Jeane Dixon (1a)* -- 20 Nov 1999 (I borrow an introduction.) From *The Great Pyramid Decoded* (1977) by Peter Lemesurier. Jeane Dixon (by profession an estate agent and by persuasion a Roman Catholic) has for many years been justly famed in her own country for the accuracy and reliability of her predictions. These have ranged from the deaths of John Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Martin Luther King on the one hand, to innumerable ‘minor’ predictions for friends and acquaintances on the other, taking in various important incidents in the American defence and space programmes on the way. [Most notable is the Apollo fire that killed astronauts Grissom, Chaffee, and White.] She distinguishes between irrevocable predictions arising from semi-trance ’visions’ and premonitory telepathic experiences which enable her subjects to alter dangerous courses of events. Her only self-doubts appear to concern her own ability to interpret reliably the contents of her ‘visions’. . . . Mrs. Dixon’s most dramatic prophecies . . . cover the expected Chinese war and the advent of several major politico-religious leaders, two of whom she sees in terms of the biblical Antichrist and his prophet. Her relevant predictions and revelations may be summed up as follows: 1962 Birth in the Middle East of a baby whom Mrs. Dixon identifies as the Antichrist . . . . . . 1985 A comet hits the earth in the area of one of the great oceans, resulting in tidal waves and earthquakes. . . . 1999 Sudden destruction and war. Appearance of a great flaming cross in the eastern sky which will lead to Christian unity. 2000 Chinese troops defeated in the Middle East. . . . 2025 The conquering Chinese march into Russia, eventually reaching the German border. . . . 2037 End of the Chinese war. Possibly the most interesting and contentious aspect of the above is Mrs. Dixon’s identification of the figure born in 1962 with the Antichrist. . . . . . . Mrs. Dixon’s identification of the ‘babe’ with the Antichrist springs from (a) the uncanny and, she feels, sinister resemblance between his own life and that of Jesus of Nazareth, and the ‘unnatural planning’ which is bringing this about, (b) her feeling that his ‘channel’ is not ‘that of the Holy Trinity’, and (c) her identification of the Egyptian queen with Nefertiti. Yet (a) by itself would seem to be an odd reason for condemning anybody and (b) is perhaps no more than one should expect in view of Mrs. Dixon’s traditional Roman Catholic outlook, if our earlier suspicions regarding the pedigree of ‘received Christianity’ are at all valid. Much would therefore appear to hang on (c). Yet there seems to be good reason to doubt her interpretation of the Egyptian vision. Mrs. Dixon’s identification of the queen with Nefertiti is of course natural enough, since as a result of the discovery of the famous bust of Nefertiti this queen has become, for us, the best-known female figure (apart from Cleopatra) in the whole of Egyptian antiquity. . . . From *A Gift of Prophecy* (1965) by Ruth Montgomery. Chapter 1 It was a bright, crisp day in late November. The luncheon had been scheduled several weeks in advance, and as the three fashionably dressed women entered the Presidential Dining Room of the Mayflower Hotel the orchestra leader smiled and nodded in recognition. The maître d’hôtel seated them at a reserved table and ceremoniously presented the menu cards. Mrs. Harley Cope, widow of a rear admiral, and Jeane Dixon, Washington’s famous seeress, ordered eggs Florentine. Mrs. Rebecca Kaufmann [chose] the rich lobster salad. When the food arrived [Mrs. Kaufmann noticed Jeane did not touch hers, and asked why]. . . . [S]he said, “I just can’t. I’m too upset. Something dreadful is going to happen to the President today.” “Today? What are you saying?” the motherly dowager asked. Jeane could only nod miserably, while Mrs. Cope explained, “Mrs. Dixon has been foreseeing a tragedy for President Kennedy very soon. She told me about it day before yesterday.” . . . The date was Friday, November 22, 1963. Eleven hundred miles southwest as the crow flies, a zing of shots had punctuated the autumn air and an assassin’s bullet found its mark with deadly precision. Kay Halle had reason to be even more horrified at the chilling news than most of the rest of America. A few weeks before the tragic event in Dallas, Kay . . . had answered her doorbell and admitted Mrs. Dixon, who was in an agitated state. “Please forgive me for running in this way,” Jeane apologized, “but I know how close you are to the Kennedys. The President has just made a decision to go someplace in the South that will be fatal for him. You must get word to him not to make that trip.” As Kay tried to collect her thoughts, Jeane continued, “For a long time I’ve been seeing a black cloud hovering over the White House. It kept getting bigger and bigger, and now it’s beginning to move downward. That means that the time is near. He will be killed while away from the White House.” Kay, who had only a casual acquaintanceship with Mrs. Dixon, tried to be polite, but stalled by saying, “If these things are predestined, there isn’t much that we can do about them, is there?” Jeane was not to be put off so easily. Curving her thumb and forefinger almost together, she said earnestly, “There is sometimes one tiny little moment in time when you can tip the scales and turn the event aside. You must warn him.” Kay Halle knew President Kennedy well. She had served on his Inaugural Committee . . . Now she regarded her caller with embarrassment. She had heard that Jeane was psychic, but she knew how foreign such interests were to the ebullient Kennedy clan. She also surmised that Jean[*] was not infallible. With a nervous laugh she asked, “How can I carry such a message to the President? Until now the people at the White House have considered me a reasonably sensible person. What would they think if I brought such a mystical warning as this?” Jeane understood her reluctance. She had encountered such resistance before, but nevertheless she pleaded with Kay to convey the message. Kay finally agreed to do what she could, and Jeane, thinking that she had won her consent, departed in happier mood. “I did turn it over in my mind, over and over and over,” Kay ruefully told e afterward, “but I simply could not bring myself to deliver such a dreadful, nebulous warning. Frankly, I couldn’t even convince myself that it was true, and knowing how brave and determined President Kennedy was, I realized that he would have been the last to give heed to such a warning. I subsequently discussed Jeane’s warning with Alice Longworth, and we looked somewhat nervously at each other, but what could we do? We Americans simply haven’t the capacity to embrace something like this. I knew that the Kennedys would consider it some kind of mumbo-jumbo. The President would have laughed at the mere suggestion of it.” Alice Longworth, musing about it later, said frankly, “I don’t really believe in these things, but naturally I listen when people tell me about them. Everyone has a certain curiosity, I suppose.” Shortly after the President’s assassination Kay Halle related the strange sequence of events to Ambassador G. Frederick Reinhardt during a dinner party at Mrs. Longworth’s home. When she had finished, our envoy to Italy exclaimed in a shocked tone, “This is an incredible story!” Actually the incredible story had its beginning eleven years earlier, in 1952. A misty rain was falling as Jeane entered St. Matthew’s Cathedral for her morning meditation. For several days she had experienced an odd sensation of withdrawal -- a condition that she had come to recognize as the forerunner of an important vision. She remembers that she had deposited some coins for candles, and was preparing to kneel in prayer before a statue of the Virgin Mary, when the White House suddenly appeared in radiant brilliance before her. Almost immediately the numerals “1960” formed above it, and as she watched, a dark cloud spread from the numbers and “dripped down like chocolate frosting on a cake” over the White House and a man standing in front of it. The man, she recalls, was young, tall, and blue-eyed, with a shock of thick brown hair. An inner voice told her that he was a Democrat, and that the President elected in 1960 would meet with violent death while in office. As suddenly as the vision came it vanished, but the sense of worldly detachment remained with Jeane for three more days. Four years later, while two reporters from *Parade* magazine were interviewing her about predictions, she abruptly skipped over the intervening years and declared, “A blue-eyed Democratic President elected in 1960 will be assassinated.” Startled by the bluntness of her words, the reporters suggested that they simply say he would “die in office.” “Say it as you like, but he will be assassinated,” she replied. Her prediction appeared in the *Parade* issue of May 13, 1956, and Jeane’s friends remembered it when John F. Kennedy won the upset victory in 1960. Her description of the man in the vision bore a disquieting resemblance to the President-elect. Moreover, Jeane continued to “see” the black cloud hovering above the White House. In the summer of 1963, when little Patrick Kennedy lost his brief struggle for life, Jeane Dixon’s telephone began to ring frequently. Lorene Mason, a Washington secretary, and other friends wanted to know whether the death of the President’s three-day-old son could explain the dark cloud that she had for so long seen over the White House. Jeane had to reply in the negative. “It cannot be,” she explained, “because I still see a large coffin being carried into the White House. This means that the President will meet death elsewhere and his body will be returned there for national mourning.” Time passed, and Jeane busied herself with her real estate activities. . . . One evening in late October 1963 she dined with Dr. F. Regis Riesenman, . . . and he recalls, “Mrs. Dixon told me that she had had a vision in which she saw Lyndon B. Johnson’s name being removed from the vice-presidential door. She said she had glimpsed the name of the man who would case this to happen, and that although it had faded rapidly she noticed that it was a two-syllable word containing five or six letters. She was quite positive that the second letter was an *s*.” [The day before the above incident, Jeane met with the author.] “I’ve had a vision. As plainly as you see me now, I saw someone removing Lyndon Johnson’s name from the door of the vice-presidential office. Is there a plaque by his door that says ‘Vice-President’? There must be, because I saw the sign being removed, but not by him. Then I saw an unknown man, and his name flashed past my eyes. It was a two-syllable name with five or six letters. The second letter was definitely an *s*, and the first looked like an *o* or a *q*, but I couldn’t be sure. The last letter ended with a little curve that went straight up.” . . . . . . “As I always do on rising, I was standing at my window, facing the east and silently repeating the Twenty-third Psalm. I was not even thinking of government. Just as I said the words, ‘Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me,’ two black hands reached up and removed the plaque fro the Vice-President’s door. They were the hands of death. As the plaque disappeared, I saw the five or six-letter name flash before me and knew that this man was causing it.” . . . [On Sunday, November 17, 1963, Jeane dined out with friends.] “Jeane picked me up in her car,” Miss Bumgardner recalls, “and I sensed immediately that something was wrong. . . . I finally asked her what was the matter.” She remembers that Jeane replied, “I just can’t get my mind off the White House. Everywhere I go I see the White House with a dark cloud moving down on it. Something tragic is going to happen very, very soon.” Miss Bumgardner noticed that Jeane barely touched her food. When Mr. Teeter commented on the fact, Jeane gave up all pretense of eating. “I have never had anything overpower me like this vision,” she said. “It’s every place I look. Something dreadful is going to happen to our President -- and soon!” [On Monday, Miss Bumgardner stopped by the Dixon real estate office.] Jeane, seated at her desk, barely greeted Lady before exclaiming, “Dear God! In a very few days the President will be killed. I see his casket coming into the White House. I hope that Kay Halle reaches him in time to tell him not to make that Texas trip.” On Wednesday, November 20, Jeane attended a business luncheon . . . [S]he murmured, “I’m sorry, but I just can’t hear what you say, because the President is going to be shot.” . . . Thursday Jeane literally paced the floor of her office. When David Greene, one of the salesmen, remarked that she seemed upset, she told him, “The President is going to be assassinated.” . . . . . . “And now I see death rocking in his rocking chair. If only he could keep himself invulnerable to bullets for the next few days!” The following morning Jeane went to Mass, as she does every morning of her life, and afterward [at breakfast, she] sighed, “This is the day it will happen!” . . . . . . Chapter 19 . . . [F]our distinct visions experienced in recent years fit into a mosaic which Jeane believes has enormous significance for all mankind. The first of these seemingly momentous visions occurred shortly after midnight on July 14, 1952. Without it, she feels, she would not have been able to interpret the more enlightening visions that were to follow. . . . “Suddenly I could feel a physical motion against the mattress, to the left of my head,” she recounts. “I rolled onto my left side, facing the east, and as I did so I saw the body of a snake. It was no bigger around than a garden hose, and I could see neither its head nor its tail. I felt its powerful little body twisting down the side of my bed and raising the corner of the mattress at the foot. Then, though I seemed cloaked in a substance as soft as eiderdown, I could feel its head nudging beneath my ankles, and its body growing larger as it wrapped itself around my legs and hips. “I was not frightened. I knew instinctively that I was to be shown how little I understood about life. As the snake gradually entwined itself around my chest I could see its head but not its eyes. They were gazing toward the east, rather than at me. By this time the snake was as big around as a man’s arm. While I watched, it slowly turned its eyes and gazed into mine. In them was the all-knowing wisdom of the ages. Although the room had been in almost total darkness, it was now bathed in brilliant light. The snake, vividly colored in yellow and black, had great jowls shaped like miniature pyramids. It did not speak, but I seemed to know that it was telling me that I had much, much to learn. “It turned its head, looking again to the east and then at me, as if to say that I too must look to the east for God’s wisdom and guidance. I sensed that it was telling me that if my faith was great enough I could penetrate some of this divine wisdom. I knew that I had God’s protection, for the steady gaze of the reptile was permeated with love, goodness, strength, and knowledge. A sense of ‘peace on earth, good will toward men’ coursed through my being. I had a feeling of suspension and yet of tremendous stability. A purplish ray led from the bed to the window at the east, and as I watched, the snake gradually withdrew toward my feet. As silently as it came it left the bed and vanished to the right. I interpreted this to mean that we must look to the east for growth and to the west for the ending of things. The brilliant illumination faded and it was dark again in the room. I looked at the radium dial on my bedside clock. The time was 3:14 A.M. Jeane says that for three days before the eerie experience she had “felt something coming on” but did not know what to expect. “Seven is a miracle number,” she explains. “When I receive important visions they invariably occur on the fourth day after this sense of unreality overtakes me. Another three days are required for the spell to vanish. . . . Jeane believes that the purpose of this vision was to prepare her for three others which seem closely interlinked and are of a deeply spiritual nature. The second occurred on a blustery, rainy weekday morning in 1958. She had entered St. Matthew’s Cathedral for prayers and meditation. Choosing ten purple containers, she was preparing to burn candles for intentions, and had reached into her purse for coins when she found her hands entangled in a mass of purple and gold balls. As she gazed in awe, the small balls floated upward and gradually merged into a massive purple disk edged in gold. It encircled the knees of the statue of the Virgin Mary, rising gently until it enveloped her breast and head, like an uptilted halo. “The Holy Mother’s face came alive,” Jeane reverently recounts, “and the most magnificent sunshine that I had ever seen flooded down from the dome of the church. It was a dark, stormy morning outside and the church was virtually empty, but suddenly brilliant rays shone on every imaginable people and religion. The cathedral overflowed with peasants in babushkas, kings and queens in royal raiment, the rich and poor of every nationality and creed. I could not see a single vacant pew. Everyone was bathed in the same sunshine, and I seemed to be standing on something as soft as new-fallen snow. A remarkable peace overcame me, and I knew that a council of our Church would soon bring together under the roof of the Holy See in Rome the religions and nationalities of all the world.” The vision slowly faded . . . . . . Jeane herself believed that the vision . . . was a mere first step in her awakening knowledge of the future of religion. The next step came near the close of the year, while she was kneeling in prayer in St. Matthew’s Cathedral and holding in her hands a crystal ball. In hushed tones Jeane recalls: “Suddenly the vary air seemed rarefied. A glorious light shown again from the dome of the cathedral, and before me stood the Holy Mother. She was draped in purplish blue and surrounded by gold and white rays which formed a halo of light around her entire person. “In a cloudlike formation to the right and just above her I read the word ‘Fátima’ and sensed that the long-secret prophecy of Fátima was to be revealed to me. I saw the throne of the Pope, but it was empty. Off to one side I was shown a Pope with blood running down his face and dripping over his left shoulder. Green leaves of knowledge showered down from above, expanding as they fell. I saw hands reaching out for the throne, but no one sat in it, so I realized that within this century a Pope will be bodily harmed. When this occurs, the head of the Church will thereafter have a different insignia than that of the Pope. Because the unearthly light continued to shine so brightly on the papal throne, I knew that power would still be there but that it would not rest in the person of a Pope. Instead, the Catholic Church would blaze the trail for all peoples of every religion to discover the meaning of the Almighty Power; to grow in wisdom and knowledge. This, I feel sure, was the prophecy of Fátima.” . . . . . . Jeane believes that the vision she saw at the end of 1958, foretelling the close of the papal reign of the Church within this century, was the same as the “prophecy of Fátima.” She feels that its full meaning was not disclosed to her, however, until more than three years later. (continued) * * * * * * Reply to: angel_marvelzombie@yahoo.com