>JJ’s Black Friday

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>Hello, my little ducklings. Are we feeling nice and fat from turkey dinners yesterday? With everybody shopping today for Black Friday, I thought I should post a blog as a one stop shopping place to see what I do. My new book was finally released on Amazon today so that was what prompted me to do it.

The first thing is not something I advertise that often but I am a rep for Mark. It’s like Avon but geared toward a younger market with some really great products in makeup, skincare, fragrance, bath & body, hair styling and fashion. There are some really great sales there too and the prices are already very reasonable without the sales. I’ve used a lot of the makeup myself and the products are quality. I wouldn’t tell you guys about this stuff if I hadn’t used a lot of it first. So go check out the holiday sales and purchase through my page at http://jessicajones.mymarkstore.com

Next, of course, I have my own website where I offer past life and Tarot readings. I’ve been doing this for several years and I have been doing research in reincarnation cases for about ten years or more. I can do these readings no matter where you are because they are done through photographs and email. They are done on a first come first serve basis as well. I explain how everything is done on my website along with some of my research, experience and some of my clients’ testimonials so you can see what other people have thought of their readings. I can provide references as well. When you go to buy a reading, if you mention this blog, I will automatically double your time for free until Christmas whether you are a new client or a returning client. For example, if you buy a fifteen minute past life reading, you will automatically be upgraded to a thirty minute past life reading if you tell me you saw this blog. My website is http://www.jessicajewettonline.com and the page specific to my readings is http://www.jessicajewettonline.com/paranormal.html

My books:

This is my latest book, Unveiled: Fanny Chamberlain Reincarnated. It’s nonfiction. I started writing it about the evidence and experiences backing up my own reincarnation case as Fanny Chamberlain, the wife of Civil War general and Maine governor Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, but it evolved into my present life story and how the past has affected my present. It is a very candid, uncensored look at my life and the way I have dealt with this deeply buried part of myself known as Fanny. As I interweave the events of my present life with my past, I piece together the lessons, unresolved relationships and questions of self-acceptance to reach a higher understanding of myself, the power of love, the purpose of my life’s journey and how to use my experiences to help others. The book is illustrated with photographs of other people in my life who have reincarnated from Fanny’s life as well.

Buy this book on Amazon by clicking here.

Set during the bloody American Civil War, From the Darkness Risen is a story of courage, valor and what it means to be a family. A young couple with a toddler son, the Cavanaughs endure the explosion of civil war, separation and the struggle of keeping the family farm out of enemy hands. Robert, a captain in the Stonewall Brigade, is captured during the fight at Sand Ridge, Virginia, and taken to a Union prison in Illinois. When Isabelle hears the frightening news, she abandons her post as a nurse in Virginia’s Confederate Army Hospital with futile hopes of securing her husband’s freedom. Along the way, Isabelle sees the brutality of war through her deeply religious sensitivity, and struggles with the traditional roles of a 1860s wife and mother against her desire to be something more. When her companion, Eva Reed, sabotages the dangerous escape, Isabelle and Robert find themselves fighting for their lives. Will they make it out of enemy territory alive?

 Buy this book on Amazon by clicking here.


Mist of the Mountains is the second release by Jessica Jewett. Unlike her first release which was a historical novel, Mist of the Mountains is a collection of poetry spanning twelve years, and then some. The poetry collection offers a raw, intimate glimpse into Jessica Jewett’s life, passions and battled demons. Poems are divided into three chapters – The Light, The Darkness and The Spirits. Included are exclusive poems passed down through the family penned by Jessica Jewett’s great-great grandmother, Nellie (Rulon) Newell and here great-great-great grandmother, Jennie (Ross) Rulon. Illustrated.

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>Previously unknown photograph of Joshua L. Chamberlain?

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The other day, I got my emails from eBay with new items in the categories that I regularly watch. I looked through the new listings in antique clothing and then I moved on to the new listings in the “Joshua Chamberlain” search. This bearded fellow on the left caught my eye and the listing theorized that he was Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain but there was no proof. I consider myself to be an expert on the Chamberlains, even outside of my past life as Lawrence’s wife, so my immediate reaction was to think the seller was trying to scam unsuspecting Chamberlain-lovers. I don’t tolerate scams. I clicked on the auction with every intention of proving that this bearded fellow was not my former husband because between the Pejepscot Historical Society, Bowdoin College and a handful of other sources, I assumed that we already have every known photograph of this man.

My initial reaction was no, this was not him. As I was about to click away from the auction, something about the eyes drew me back in for a closer look. Then, something about his unique heart-shaped mouth made me wonder, “Could this be possible?” In the interest of full honesty, I started feeling physically sick to my stomach, my forehead became damp with a cold sweat, and my hands began to shake. I prefer to stay on the logical side, though, so an emotional reaction to an image is not enough for me. I need more concrete proof. I lifted the picture from the eBay page and fed it to my graphics program. Then I went into my stockpile of known photographs of Lawrence and began painstakingly comparing feature by feature. This was my first comparison.

These images are at different angles and are three years, two promotions and one near-fatal wound apart. I noticed that the noses are rather similar but the differences in angles and differences in facial hair were throwing me off and I was not yet willing to say that the bearded fellow was or was not Lawrence. I knew I had seen him photographed at that angle before, though, so I searched through my computer files again and came across a photograph taken at the end of the war by Matthew Brady.

I cut out the face in the Brady image and resized it to be compared to the face in the bearded picture. The result was more convincing than I expected. Again, the shape of the nose appeared almost identical between photographs. With the Brady image, however, there is a striking resemblance between the two sets of eyes. In the Brady image, Lawrence is looking upward, while in the bearded image, the man is looking straight ahead, but that does not diminish the fact that the eye color is the same shade and the general shape of the eyes and the way the eyebrows fall are the same. If you look at the cheekbones next, they appear to be the same shape and the texture of the skin, although difficult to see in old images, is strikingly similar. The last thing I noticed was the line of his mustache. It starts at the nose in both images, drops down a bit, and goes outward over the upper lip.

I remembered that when I watched the show in which they did facial recognition in the case of Jeffrey Keene and John Brown Gordon, they overlapped the images to see how they matched. I decided to try it in this case even though the images are slightly different in angle and age. What I found shocked even me.

Everything matched. Granted, all human faces look alike to a degree, but the profile matching at such an exact way is pretty convincing in itself.

Matching up facial features is never enough though. There should be historical documentation in order to back up the theory that this bearded man is indeed Joshua L. Chamberlain. It occurred to me that I had read in one of Lawrence’s biographies that he had entered the war with a beard as opposed to the infamous drooping mustache that we all know and love. I don’t remember if it was in Fanny & Joshua or In the Hands of Providence but I seem to remember reading a quote from one of his letters not long after he entered active duty in which he described how he had changed his facial hair. I need to find this quote but my life is still in disarray from the Atlanta flooding and my books are still in storage.

The bearded man is ranked at lieutenant colonel from what I can see. Lawrence was commissioned by Governor Washburn in 1862 as lieutenant colonel of the 20th Maine under Colonel Adelbert Ames. He was not promoted to colonel until just before Gettysburg when Ames left the 20th for his own promotion. So if we have documentation that Lieutenant Colonel Chamberlain was bearded at the beginning of his service in the war effort, the bearded man is a lieutenant colonel, and the photographs are nearly identical in comparison, then that is quite a lot of evidence to support the theory that this man is in fact Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain.

Of course I can’t tell if this photograph is totally unknown either. There is no marking on the back, which tells me that it is probably a copy of the original CDV (photograph on a cardboard card). I do know that this photograph is unknown to me. I have had the pleasure of going through Chamberlain files at the Pejepscot Historical Society, Bowdoin College and the Maine Historical Society. I have never seen this image in any file, display or reprinted in any book. I’m fairly certain I stumbled onto something the “experts” have not seen yet. The auction was pulled down by eBay because the seller could not prove the photograph was actually Lawrence, so I wrote to the seller privately and we struck a deal. I paid for it and it’s on its way to my house as I write this, supposing it was mailed today as the seller said it would be. You never know how life might delay something.

At any rate, this photograph is now mine, as in I better not see anybody using it without my permission. There is no way to prove without absolute certainty that this bearded man is Lawrence but the evidence I have amassed shows a strong case for proving that it is him. I believe my photograph pre-dates all known war portraits of Lawrence because of the rank and beard, which I suppose is historically significant. I didn’t want it for history. I wanted it because it was probably my only chance to own a photograph of a man who was once my husband. I won’t stop holding my breath until the package comes in the mail but I have paid for it and the deal was struck, so I consider the image mine at this point.

As an aside, I also got three more Chamberlain family letter covers. They go for pretty cheap, so I try to rescue as many as I can. I think I’m up to about 17 letter covers or so, some that I have traced in origins and that have told me new and interesting things that books have not. I have a new mystery to trace with the first letter cover in these three, from E. F. Brown Jeweler in Brunswick, Maine, to Mrs. J. L. Chamberlain. Here are the newest letter covers in my collection.

As another aside, a different image of Lawrence turned up on eBay as well. It was part of an album and his autograph was on the opposite page from the photograph. I don’t think I have seen this angle before but I’m fairly certain this is an image from a known sitting done around 1873, after he was Governor of Maine. I didn’t try to win this auction, though. I don’t stand a chance of winning his auctions when his autograph is involved because it’s worth so much money.

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>Validation and Tommy the Ghost

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I tell people about themselves for a living. I use the term “spiritual intuitive” rather than “psychic” because the word psychic has such negative connotations that even I cringe when I hear people say, “I’m psychic!” An 800 number, I am not. I have had various abilities since I was a toddler but I was never able to accept what I am until my early 20s.

I used to get hurt when people would say I was a freak or a fraud or whatever but in recent years I have come to not care. People will say what they will. I could look at the most hard-nosed skeptic and tell him what color, brand and size his underwear is and he would still say I went through his dresser to pull the wool over his eyes. That’s just how skeptical people are wired. They don’t have any desire to be open-minded and very rarely are they open to admitting the possibility that they might be wrong. I can’t waste my time worrying about people like that because for every one skeptic, there are ten or twenty people that I have helped and who do understand what I do. Faith and skepticism is part of the balance in the universe. It’s the same for any job. We would all like to be recognized and appreciated for our work but not everybody is going to think we’re doing a good job. There are always critics no matter what we do.

Sometimes, though, a moment of validation comes that tells me in a loud, clear voice that I am doing good work and I am helping people. I know I am but the validation helps. A client came to me a few months ago looking for guidance about where she was supposed to live. There were several places and nobody was telling her anything, which was why she asked me what I thought. I told her the circumstances of my intuitive impressions and I told her that if she didn’t like the end result of what I saw, there were steps that she could take to change her future path, as we all can do. I sent her the reading and never heard much from her after that, which is fairly common when intuitives complete work for clients. Tonight she came to me out of the blue again and told me that what I had told her in her reading was just how it turned out. She told me that I was right in my predictions and thanked me for the help I gave her. Rarely do I second-guess the readings I give people but sometimes it’s nice to hear positive feedback that makes an impact on the course of people’s lives.

One soul I have not been able to help though. I live in Atlanta, which is one of the most actively haunted cities in the country. During the Civil War, almost every Confederate soldier passed through this city one way or another and there was a lot of fighting in this area as my ancestor, General Sherman, brought the war to the doorstep of the South. A lot of soldiers were killed around here and just about every block has some kind of legend or whispers among the residents about the “other” residents. It’s common. The history of Georgia still very much permeates the atmosphere here even if some choose to deny it, ignore it or label it with archaic terms like “demonic activity.”

The cul-de-sac where I live is on the edge of a wooded area and a creek runs behind my house just inside the treeline. We have a Confederate soldier who seems to occupy the area around the creek and sometimes wanders up into our cul-de-sac, in our houses, and so on. I have lived in this house on and off for three years and I have known about our resident soldier from day one. I keep wanting to call him Tommy, as did my friend when she was here, but I don’t know if that’s really his name or not. He wears a butternut frock coat (long tan coat to you non-reenactors) and he has an extremely empty, hollow, blank, shell-shocked expression on his face. He fades out from the knees down so the few times we do see him, we never see his feet.

Everybody in this house is aware of Tommy. My uncle and his partner are generally non-believers and my uncle is very phobic of death in general, so for him to admit that he knows we have the spirit of a soldier around here lends credibility to it. We have all seen Tommy at one point or another. My grandmother saw him walk by the bedroom window outside and she doesn’t understand the Civil War, so all she could tell me was, “like Sherlock Holmes.” I have seen Tommy from the living room as I was looking up at the third floor landing and he ducked from one room to the other.

Tommy knocks on doors and windows and when we look, nobody is there. Just the other night, he knocked on a wall while we were eating dinner and we all heard it. It wasn’t an interior sound like pipes banging inside the wall or animals. It was exterior, just like somebody was standing there going knock, knock, knock, knock, etc., on the wall. I live in the basement apartment and there have been several times when there is nobody home upstairs but the sound of a man walking around will happen so clear that my mother will go upstairs to see if anybody came home early. The other day we were all standing around talking about installing new windows and the television turned on by itself. You have to turn on the television and cable separately and they both came on as if someone had done it with the remote control. My uncle looked at the television and said, “I’m out of here,” and he went upstairs right away. The television doesn’t do that and the electricity has been checked in the last month because of the flood and there were no problems.

I can’t reach Tommy. I don’t know what’s holding him here or why he won’t acknowledge people in any way besides knocking, walking and manipulating electronics. Normally when I come across a soldier still stuck here, I can get him to let go and move on, but I’m going on four years here with Tommy and I haven’t made any direct contact. He’s lost. He probably doesn’t understand what happened to him or even what year it is. My heart hurts for him.

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