Jill Harrison

Hello. I AM Glenn Harrison, husband, friend and business partner of Jill Harrison.

Modesty and fear of being seen as egotistical, prevents Jill from telling her own story. The Archangels have made it very clear that if Jill lets her ego get the better of her, she will be disconnected from them. We have learned that all people are equal and no-one is any better that anyone else.

Yet without this story, you'll not see the credentials which give Jill the right to offer Angel Master Classes. So the task is down to me, to show you Jill's incredible journey; and why she has the right to be known as Avatar, Avatara and prophet.

An Avatar is someone who talks WITH the divine; not just to the divine.

An Avatara is someone who is specifically sent by the divine to help reduce the suffering on Planet Earth.

A prophet is someone who is a messenger from the divine.

Now I know some of you may be thinking, "If this lady is so special, why haven't I heard of her before?" And you'd be right to think that. Just come and judge her for yourself. This is early days for what the angelic realm have in store for Jill; and you have the opportunity to jump on the bandwagon before it leaves.

Jill Harrison was born in Rotherham, South Yorkshire, England, UK; in 1963. At the very early age of around 4 years old, her psychic abilities became noticed.

As you know, children are the tellers of pure truth at an early age. They have no inhibitions and no knowledge of reasons to lie.

Jill would see a ‘grey lady’ occasionally. Usually at the top of the stairs in their home. This ‘grey lady’, in hindsight, Jill describes as translucent; as you would typically imagine a ghost; yet she was too young to understand what a ghost was. The lady seemed ‘real’ to Jill. Jill recalls the lady was short in height, around 5’ 0” (1.5m); quite plump; dressed smartly in Victorian ‘housemaid’ type clothing; and always greeted her with warmth, with a smile on her face

Fortunately, Jill’s mother was open-minded about psychic abilities; and unlike most parents, didn’t dismiss Jill’s ‘imaginary’ friend. That is… until the events which started to occur. Each time the ‘grey lady’ appeared, Jill would tell her mother; and within days, they would be told of a death in the family. It got to the point where Jill’s mum, on hearing of the ‘grey lady’, would start ringing up family to find out who was ill, in anticipation of her fears of another death. This soon led to Jill’s visions being suppressed by the family.

At school, she would forecast similar events, which made her unpopular. She was quickly branded a witch and nick-named ‘Beamish’. She was often bullied and punched by other children; and lived her early school years with caution. She quickly learned that she was different; so around the age of 6, she consciously ‘shut out’ the spiritual messages.

It was around this time that Jill was introduced to ballet. She trained after school and at weekends for 6 days a week; which led her to the British School of Ballet in London. She poured her life into ballet. By the age of 17, she’d danced with Nureyev, Barischnikov, Margot Fontayne and Bonnie Langford. Her certificates were all ‘Honours’; the highest achievement possible.

Sadly, her father lost his job, with the decline of the steel industry in the area, and had to withdraw Jill from the school, which at the time in 1977, was costing him £10,000 in fees and accommodation in London; 160 miles away from their home. In today’s money (2007), that’s around £40,000 (US$76,000). Jill’s parents had both worked very hard to support Jill’s career potential; to the extent that her father worked evenings as a piano player in clubs, to support their outgoings.

Jill went on to do TV appearances; and eventually met a man she fell in love with, which took her into the British Army; to be able to be with her man. Sadly this turned out to be an extremely abusive relationship against Jill, which saw no support from her family, because Jill was afraid they would tell her that she’d made her own bed, and she should lie in it. Jill's life was scarred badly with the loss of 5 babies in pregnancy as a direct result of this abusive relationship.

Jill and I met in 1994 at the tail-end of this abusive relationship. She’d already parted company with her man, after the loss of her 5th pregnancy through the abuse.

The upside of this is that Jill and I now have 2 wonderful boys together, Max and Cooper.

Jill waited 3 years before acknowledging her gift to me. She knew I was an atheist and that I scoffed at spiritualism, so kept it away from me in fear that I may think she was certifiably insane.

Her gift was developing however, and it wasn’t long before she had no choice in showing me her gift. That gift has grown immeasurably since our first angelic encounter in 2005.

Little did I know the consequences of our partnership.

It was around 1998 that Jill first acknowledged her spiritual awareness to me. I'd been with her for just over 3 years; and she'd hid her gift away from me in case it caused a rift in our relationship.

You see; I was the type-cast non-believer. I didn’t believe in God, Jesus, the Bible or spiritualism in any way. We western male non-believers seem to have a collective word for it all: “Bollocks!” The number of times I’ve heard that response from men when you talk (in particular) about spiritualism. And that was me; for years.

I was just about to hit 40 and Jill was 29. She waited three years before she dropped the bombshell on me that she was psychic.

Something freaky happened in 1997. We were driving on a motorway, from the South of England, back North to our home, when she drew breath sharply and sat up in the car, bracing herself with her hands on the sides of her seat; pushing her head back against the head restraint; as though we were about to hit something with the car, and have a serious accident.

I swerved at high speed with the shock, thinking that I’d not seen something ahead of us that we were about to crash into, or run over. We were doing about 85 mph at the time. But there was nothing there. I had a major adrenalin rush. “Why did you ‘do’ that?” I shouted, “What did you see?” “Nothing!” she said, with a dismissive, yet fearful voice. I asked her a number of times, but she repeatedly told me it was nothing.

One of my strengths and often a weakness, is that I don’t let go. I persisted with her until she finally, sheepishly, blurted it out that she’d seen a spirit. A monk, stood in the middle of the motorway; and we ran straight through him. She admitted to me for the first time that she was psychic. She sees dead people! And that’s when it all started. My life took on a paradigm shift of massive proportion over the next few years; and at that time, I’d no idea of my destiny. And if someone had told me; I’d have just laughed at them.

A smirk appeared on my face, but I was curious. Jill told me of her gift from birth; which she’d suppressed for many years, because of the ridicule and trouble that it brought. But then went on to tell me that at times she had no control over it. She described the monk, with no visible face. Then it happened on two more occasions over the next few miles.

The following morning, we looked at a road map. And guess what? The section of the motorway we were on at the time Jill saw the monks, had an ancient Monastery ruin at the side of the motorway. Now I wouldn’t say that this freaked me out; but it was an eerie coincidence.

At the time, we were living in a house that had been built, only about 6 years earlier, on land purchased from a church. It was the far end of the church graveyard. The church was 15 th century, standing 100 yards from our house. The nearest graves were only about 30 yards away.

As time went by, many spirits would appear in our home. Jill would describe them in the finest detail. The vast majority were friendly; but some were evil. Having a great thirst for knowledge, and having known Jill for 3 years, it was difficult to ignore this intelligent, rational, focused woman, when she told me about the after-life. I guess at first I just played along with it, so as not to offend her; but she never rammed it down my throat, and as time went by, there was less and less that I could find fault with.

There was one particular spirit that we called ‘Smokey Joe’. You knew he’d been around because of the smell of cigarette smoke; which I could smell too. Jill explained that she was a little like a telephone. She couldn’t ring out (YET), but they could ring in. And the more people she allowed to ring in, the more that spirits would queue up to talk to her; until finally she’d have to blank them out and tell them to go away. As time went by, she started to earn some extra income by doing psychic readings. Little did I know where this was going to lead. My world, that I thought I knew, was about to be shattered.

As time went by, she grew stronger with her gift. To the extent that I sensed there was more to what she’d admit to.

And then it finally happened. It was 4th June 2005.

I was laid in bed reading. It was around 10.30 in the evening. Jill, my wife, was laid at the side of me. She'd not long stopped reading herself. She'd fallen asleep reading. I took the book gently from her hands. She resisted slightly and then realised it was me tucking her in. She smiled as I kissed her on the cheek and she snuggled down into the covers as she quietly said, “Night babes.”

That day I'd arrived home after two weeks working in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates in the Middle East. I'd been teaching Emotional Intelligence and Leadership Skills to Muslim Senior Managers from companies such as Saudi Aramco. I only went out for a week; but I was asked to stay for another week. Prior to that, the longest Jill and I had ever been apart was for a week, on two other occasions. Jill and I are very close. We detest being away from each other.

The two weeks apart had been a strain on Jill. Apart from missing me, she had our huge house and our two young boys of 7 and 5 (Max and Cooper) to look after on her own; along with running our training business:-

www.motivationaltraining.com and Jill's own business: www.psychicwoman.com

Jill was worn out. We were so pleased to see each other. She'd admitted to not sleeping too well while I was away; and now she'd admitted to feeling secure and settled now that I was home. She had a big beam on her face as she started to drift to sleep. How do I know when she's drifting into a deep sleep? Because she snores terribly when she's drifting off. It usually stops after a few minutes, so I leave her be. It's that loud, you'd swear the walls were shaking.

This time though it was different. She started to take deep breaths and blow through her mouth. A little like a horse blows through its lips making a faint trumpeting noise. Her breaths got deeper and the blowing became stronger. She was laid on her back, with her head on a pillow, face facing up to the ceiling. I was concerned; to the extent of being frightened. I turned to her and asked her if she was OK. She opened her eyes and just gazed at the ceiling. Her eyes were bloodshot red; so bad she looked like she'd got a serious eye infection.

She started to breathe deeper and faster as I watched her face start to contort. At first I thought she was just pulling a disgruntled face, as though she was repulsed by something. Then I could see she was straining the muscles in her face and neck. She pulled her chin into her neck so that it appeared that she'd no chin. She flared her nostrils, breathing heavily out of them. Her nose seemed to elongate, get thinner, more pointed and hook over on the end, like a hawk's beak.

Her cheek bones seemed to raise and become more prolifically edged. It was disturbing.

When I asked her again if she was OK, she spoke to me, but not with her normal voice. I'd heard this voice before, and I knew it wasn't Jill. What I mean by that, is that Jill, when she's tired and relaxed, is susceptible to being taken over by spirit, and she goes into trance.

Being a logical male and previous non-believer in the spirit world; it took me a long time to accept Jill's gifts. When you've experienced what I've experienced over the last 9 years; you can't deny the spirit world. When she's in trance, she speaks with clarity. Gone is the Northern English accent. Gone are the verbal fillers like, ‘you know’, ‘yeah but’, ‘errr’, ‘to be honest’. She speaks with a clear, precise, accurate steady, fairly monotone English accent.

Here's my recollection of how the conversation went. I can't remember it all; we talked for over half an hour, so I'll give you what I remember:

Jill: Although we've asked of you many times now, to write; still you don't write.

Glenn: Jill, what are you talking about?

Jill: We keep asking you to write, yet still you concern yourself with lesser things.

Glenn: Jill, wake up; you're babbling and I want to get back to my book.

Jill: You said you would write. It is important that you ease their pain.

Glenn: Who's pain? What are you on about?

Jill: You must write to ease their pain.

Glenn: We've had this conversation before. No-one is going to want to read about a nobody, and I just don't know what to write about.

Jill: Just write!

Glenn: About what?

Jill: Your deepest fears.

Glenn: Who ‘are’ you?

Jill: I am 'Athrielle'. (I spelt it the only way I could remember it.)

Glenn: Who?

Jill: Athrielle! I am the Angel of Death. I take away pain as well as pass people over to the other side. I'm not the angel of Satan. Do not fear me. It is not your time yet and it is not the time for your wife. You have much to do in your time here yet. You are very special people and you also have a very special son in Max; he's an Indigo Child.

Glenn: What's an Indigo Child?

Jill: He will be a great healer, just like you, and he will play a major role in healing the world.

Glenn: What's my part in this?

Jill: You are a great healer and you will also play an even greater role in healing the world, which is why you must write.

Glenn: But write about what?

Jill: Your deepest fears.

Glenn: Yes, but what do you mean by that?

Jill: Write about your pain.

Glenn; When you say pain, what exactly do you want me to write about. I don't know where to begin?

Jill: It's not just about your parents; it's all your other pain.

Glenn: Why would anyone want to read about my pain? I'm no-one special.

Jill: Yes you are. You're a great healer. There are millions of others like you, without hope, in pain, that don't know which way to turn.

Glenn: But how will me writing about my pain help them?

Jill: You have an immense depth of emotion. You can heal with your words. You must reach out to these people and ease their pain. I know you don't believe in God, even though God exists. It's not important, because you have your own faith and you must give others that faith too to ease their pain. You must believe and not try. Then you will see the angels. They are constantly with you. And yes Glenn, I know you are laughing inside, thinking of Yoda, "Do or do not, there is no try!" Your humour is a good thing.

Glenn: You want me to write about my beliefs?

Jill: Yes; and your pain.

Glenn: When you say pain, what do you mean by that?

Jill: All the adversity in your life and how you've overcome it without a God to pray to. What you've discovered. How you've coped. So that other people can have the same hope and new religion. There are millions of people in the world without religion; looking for the truth; looking and hoping for someone or something to heal their pain.

Jill is a very special soul, but she's very lonely. She buys the material things for acceptance from others because she's so lonely. She'd live in a tent with you if you all could be happy. She's not much time in this life. She's destined for much greater things in our world. Raphael and Gabriel are always by her side; and with you too. Jill is very special.

(It was at this point that I realised that Jill's voice was changing. She was speaking with a Germanic accent. It was getting stronger as time went by. Not a Germanic accent I'd witnessed before. It seemed 'old world'.)

Glenn. What do you mean?

Jill: Her destiny was to find you and support you. She's your soul mate. Once she's supported you, she's destined for greater things and will pass on.

Glenn. What did you mean when you said she's not long of this world? How long will she be with me?

Jill: 10 years.

Glenn: 10 years? (And I start to cry because I know the reality of this.) Please don't take her away from me so soon. I love her. She's so very special to me too. It's not fair to cut her life so short and take her away from her family.

Jill: She's very special and destined for greater things in our world. It was never meant to be for her to be in your world for a great deal of time. She knows this and she is unafraid. She will be waiting for you on the other side, with open arms. It's not Jill's destiny to heal like you and Max. Her destiny is on the other side. She chose you, to introduce you to spirituality, so you can heal.

You have immense power to heal the world. You will live a very long time. Your destiny is to heal millions of people. We're extremely frustrated; you haven't written a word yet. Jill's destiny in this world was to get you to start writing.

Glenn: OK; what if I do write? What will you do for me? Will you allow Jill to stay with us longer?

(Long Silence)

Jill: The longer you write, the longer she can stay with you. Write about your pain. Write about meeting Jill. You're a great healer. Max is a great healer and will become special: famous. He needs your attention and guidance to become a great healer. Speak about your pain and suffering for the people who are searching for an answer. Write about self-esteem, your spirituality and love. I am always with you by your side.

Glenn. What do I do when I've written? Who will read it?

Jill: Don't worry about that. People will read it.

Glenn: But how will they read it. We don't have the resources to spend the time on this to publish a book.

Jill: I understand your values for material gain. I won't let you fail.

Glenn: But I don't understand. If we don't market the book, who's going to read it?

Jill: When you write, I will send the people. Jill is fading fast now and I must leave her. Remember, I will always be by your side.

At that moment, Jill's face quickly changed shape back to normal. Her eyes closed. She put a big grin on her face and snuggled up to the side of me. She sighed heavily. She was fast asleep.

I leaned over to the left to the vanity unit on my side of the bed to grab a notebook and pen. I quickly wrote down as many things as I could remember and then drifted off to sleep.

In the morning I asked Jill what she could remember.

Jill: Nothing! What are you talking about? Do you know, my face really hurts this morning? It feels like I've got a bad case of sinusitis. My cheek bones really hurt under my eyes.

Glenn: I'm not surprised the way your face changed last night. I'd have had face-ache too.

Jill: What do you mean?

Glenn: Who's Athrielle?

Jill: Who?

Glenn: Athrielle! Have you heard of the name before?

Jill: Doesn't sound familiar.

Glenn: Is it one of the characters in the spiritual world that you've read about in the past?

Jill: Not that I can remember.

Glenn: What's an Indigo Child?

Jill: A what?

Glenn: An Indigo Child.

Jill: Never heard of it.

That was my way of testing Jill, to evaluate whether or not it was just Jill talking from her sub-conscious mind. Scientifically, someone could still argue that it was, but knowing what I know about Jill, I had enough to believe.

From that moment on, the angel, spirit guides and Archangels have poured into our lives through Jill:- Archangel's Metatron, Azrael, Raphael, Chamuel, Gabriel, Uriel, Michael, Joseph of Arimathea and so many more entities; some of this world, and some of others.

Jill and I have been given a destiny to enlighten people as to the true nature of what God, light, the one conscious energy is.

We have a web site: www.anewbelief.com to help with this, and we have been asked to give these Angel Master Classes. I've been asked to deliver some of the higher vibrational levels with Jill.

To give you an idea of how Jill first connected with the Archangels, here is the preface to our first book...

'Cashing in on God...
What the Churches don't want you to know about God, Jesus Christ and the Holy Bible:-

Preface

9th October 2005

Jill: Metatron wants to speak to you.

Glenn: That's OK. Let him come through.

Jill: It's not a case of 'let him'. This angel has such a powerful presence. I've no choice. I've put him off enough times recently and he's not happy with me for that.

Jill went quiet. I could see her drifting off into the stars. It took ages for her to channel. Much longer than before. I rushed to get the Dictaphone to attempt to record her.

This is what we got:

Metatron: At last we have the ability to speak. You have many questions and we will do our best to answer them, but only if it is in the realm of God's will. I feel it is important at this time, that we look towards what fears you so.

You have pre-ordained the path that you must take. So why do you fear it so now? Why mistrust us, when the feeling within you is so strong?

Glenn: Who am I talking to?

Metatron: My name is Metatron. I have guided you since birth. I have watched over you. I have presided over you. You have chosen a hard task in this lifetime. You have chosen many, many hardships; and through those hardships you have become strong, which is what 'we' agreed.

It is important now that you follow your destiny.

Glenn: 'What' is my destiny?

Metatron: To be a teacher of the world. As you well know, but yet you deny. Do not look to the past, but look to the future. Look to what you can become. Look to where you have achieved. Your standing in this life. It has been through your own pre-determined world that you have become a reckoning; and yet, you do not believe so.

Glenn: What is it you want me to teach?

Metatron: The truth! The truth of pain, and of the ability to change one's pain into triumph. For when one believes in one's self, one has the power to predestine their future. For so long now we have advised and tried to cajole human kind, into the forwardness of the future.

Glenn: Cajoled?

Metatron: Cajoled... We have tried to guide; to advise. Unfortunately, not in a detrimental way that free will is 'bad' for human kind, but we would say it has outlasted what we thought would be envisaged. It has outgrown and manifested itself into something far greater than we envisaged; and we need, for the sake of the universes that exist, for it to continue; but not develop at too fast a pace.

Glenn: Is it true that you; in a life you were Enoch?

Metatron: I was many names; including Yehwah.

Glenn: Yehwah?

Metatron: Yehwah!

Glenn: And we understand Yehwah in Hebrew to be God?

Metatron: God comes in many forms: The Creator, Allah, Buddha. They are all one.

Glenn: I understand that, but why would you be given the name Yehwah?

Metatron: It was ordained with the one thought, the one creation you cannot comprehend.

Glenn: I understand (laughing). There's an oxymoron: "I understand, I cannot comprehend.” I understand, I cannot comprehend. So what is your relationship to The Creator; to God?

Metatron: I am the true connection. Without me there is no connection.

Glenn: Meaning?

Metatron: I am the vein; the capillary that connects you to the creator.

Glenn: But that would be said of Michael, Azrael, Gabriel... (Metatron interrupts)

Metatron: No! They are intermediaries, and will remain as so, as they were created as such. The word of God has been misconstrued throughout time. For political and power usage. More so than you can imagine.

Glenn: Probably not!

Metatron: It has become a depth which has created your downfall. So much implication has been ‘put on' this word. Instead of feeling the God and The Creator, that we designed, within; you are 'of' God; internally. Your entire being is of God; and together collectively creates the one God thought; The Creator, the Universe; the entire intelligence connection.

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www.anewbelief.com

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