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Hello Everyone! My name is Diane Jacobi and thanks for coming to our website. Hope you enjoy your stay here. Please pull up a comfy chair and take your time looking around. If you have any questions or comments on the website please feel free to drop me an email so I can better assist you with your needs. I have been a psychic for about twenty years now.

My first encounter with such an ability actually saved my life. At the age of seven I found myself floating on an air mattress and had gotten out too far from the shallow water area and so I decided to get off the air mattress. After getting off of it, down I went under the water and of course I had no idea of how to swim. So I panicked like any normal kid would do and started splashing all over the place. It was the splashing and kicking that got my head above the water. So in the frantic moment of doing all of that my head would come up and then down it would go again. Finally on the third try with my head for just an instant above water and then down I went again I remember thinking to myself “you’re going to die.” It was then I heard, like a voice filling my thoughts, "start kicking your legs." That message helped me to bring my head above the water and then it proceeded to tell me to lay straight and keep kicking like in your favorite TV show "Flipper." The voice then told me to move my arms like Bud did on the show. I was able to picture in my mind Bud swimming with Flipper in the show and; in fact, saw how he was moving his arms. So I did all of that and ended up saving my own life.

I come from a middle-class family in central Wisconsin and anything regarding the paranormal or psychics or metaphysics was never discussed in my family. So I do not have generations of psychics in my family background at all. Basically I knew I had an ability, I just had no idea what it was or if there was a name for it at all. I remember at the age of eight I had a great Aunt who I was always afraid of and my parents had no idea why as she had never done anything to me. It was true, my aunt had never done anything to me, but every time I was around her she made me feel nervous and uncomfortable. I felt like she radiated off of her a cold temperature. I felt like whenever she hugged me or I was close to her she felt cold to me. I did not understand this and of course I certainly never told anyone about this. When I was nine she committed suicide. My family responded to her death with the sentiment; she always did have some mental problems and was never right. I remember upon hearing this how I felt confused and thought that was why I felt the coldness whenever I was around her. When I was ten I had an uncle, my Dad’s brother who I loved dearly and who had suffered from throat cancer. I remember seeing him the day before he died and I can still remember the overwhelming feeling of joy I felt when I entered his room in the hospital. There were angles everywhere. Angels were sitting on the light fixtures, by his bed, on his bed, on the table by his bed, by the windows, and on the door into his room. And even though my uncle was asleep and my family was crying, I just looked around and saw all these angels and could not understand why everyone was crying when all these angels were around. When we left, I said something to my Mom about all the angels and she just said something to the effect of, “I am sure the angels where there.” So it was that remark from my Mom that made me feel ok with what was going on with me. The next day my uncle died.

I found that thoughout my childhood I oftentimes would feel things and think things and then they would happen. I remember at the age of fourteen, thinking that something was going to happen to three different families on my street. As I was always riding my bike up and down my street, I remember this one particular Sunday evening how I kept going up and down my street repeatedly because I was feeling something was going to happen. I remember even picking up a sad energy from the three different houses on my street. One house that was particularily very sad to me was one owned by one of my grade school teachers. What I picked up was a feeling of death which was quite disturbing to me and yet I had a feeling of solitude about it as that is just the way it has to be. The week that followed is a time in my childhood I will never forget. The Tuesday of that week my grade school teacher’s husband died suddenly of a heart attack. He just had a complete physical the week before, getting a perfect bill of health. On Thursday of that week our neighbor who was only four doors down from my house died of a sudden heart attack at the age of twenty-eight. On Saturday of that week on the very other end of my street, a third death occurred and the man who lived there also died of a heart attack; however, he had been sick for some time. It was at the age of fourteen when after all of that happened, I realized something was terribly wrong with me and I had no idea what it was. So for awhile I ignored it and pretended I did not feel anything or know anything about anyone. It was at that time I withdrew into myself and turned to listening to music and spending a lot of time in my bedroom. And it was from the ages of fourteen to twenty-two that I kept a lot of predictions and thoughts of what would happen in other peoples lives to myself.

At the age of twenty-two, I met and dated someone who opened up my world to Edgar Cayce and Ruth Montgomery. It was then that I found out exactly what had been going on with me and through that I was exposed to the world of metaphysics. I remember upon reading about Edgar Cayce that I could not read enough of his books, as well as books by Ruth Montgomery. It was like they were food for my soul and I was starving for the education to explain to me, what I did not understand thoughout my whole childhood. So then I was able to practice and educate myself in order to fine tune myself and be able to do the kind of work God wanted me to do.

At the age of twenty-six, while spending the evening with a good friend, Maureen Horgan, an event occurred that night that would change both of our lives forever. It was in 1986 and we were both living in Arizona. That particular night we had eaten at a local restaurant in Tempe, Arizona and upon leaving the restaurant and while Maureen was driving, a psychic voice filled my thoughts and it said: “You have been chosen to be a channel for God.” I remember that I was not at all afraid to hear from this psychic voice, as I had had several psychic experiences when I was very young.

Also I had known and read a lot about Edgar Cayce and other famous psychics. But somehow this experience was different to me because it was information about me. I then thought, how could that be, me, chosen to be a channel, a medium for God? At first I ignored this voice, but it persisted. Until I shared the message with Maureen did the voice stop repeating that phrase. Maureen then asked: “What else is the voice saying?”

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