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Ruth Montgomery – A Gift of Prophecy

Describing how the crystal ball works for her, Jeane said: "In meditating on the crystal ball, I must try to pull out of it the life of another person. This takes a great deal of strength from me, because I must find that individual's color channel and often take on his ailments before I know that I am on the right course. It is the same with tipping the fingers. That person's sorrows or physical disabilities frequently become my own, and I am therefore depleted.”

To illustrate, Jeane used several cases with which she knew I was familiar. The first incident occurred in my library, when I had invited her to tea to meet a young woman with whom I had become casually acquainted on a trip abroad.  When Mona learned that I was from Washington, she asked if I knew the Jeane Dixon of whom she had heard so much. I told her I was writing a book about Jeane, and she begged me to introduce her the next time she visited Washington.  ..

Jeane had never [met Mona before], but after shaking Mona's hand she abruptly sank onto my Venetian couch and said,

"My dear, you have a heart condition that could cause you some trouble if you are not careful. You must take care not to overstrain or overdo."

Mona said nothing, and I thought Jeane had made a serious error. Obviously this vibrant young woman had nothing wrong with her. The ensuing pause was embarrassing for me, but evidently not for Jeane, who in a moment continued:

"You tire easily. Some times you feel that you simply don't have the strength to go on."

While I was wondering how Jeane could say this about such an animated person, Mona said, "Mrs. Dixon, you are incredibly right. The doctors have told me that I have a heart condition, and sometimes I think that I don't have the strength even to draw the next breath."

Astonished, I protested: "But, Mona, you are always the gayest person in a group. You're bouncing with energy."

She shook her head. "It's an act. As I was riding over here today in a car, I wondered whether I could make it without lying down in the seat. I never know where the next breath of energy is coming from."

Concerned at this revelation, I jumped up and said: "Here, I'll get you a pep pill immediately"

Jeane almost shouted: "She must never have a pep pill, never!  If Mona took even one it might be the end for her.  She must take liquid cod-liver oil every day and conserve her energy, but she must never, never take pep pills. For her, they could be fatal."

Later Jeane said to me: "Remember Mona? The moment I shook hands with her, my own heart began skipping beats. I felt that the blood was leaving my body, and I was so limp that I had to sit down quickly, in the first available spot, which was on the sofa beside her. I was utterly drained because I had taken on her vibrations. I had no energy and my heart was behaving strangely, so it was simple for me to diagnose her trouble."