What I Can See For You

What I Can See For You
A True Story
by Ruth Barrett

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What I Can See For You
Published by Writers Club Press, 2000.        

US Price: $14.95       UK Price £10.12
Format: Paperback
Size: 6 x 9
Pages: 212
ISBN: 0-595-13123-9      Click on cover picture to enlarge

When Ruth Barrett seeks treatment for a minor eye infection, she has no conception of the rapid decline in health that her prescribed treatment will promote or the desperate struggle that must follow before she can regain her health.  

This book is written as a warning to all those who value their health; of the side effects of modern medicine that can be worse than the treatment and the inherent dangers of combining New Age and alternative medicine without a full and knowledgeable understanding of their devastating potential.

This is the story of the author’s personal battle over several years to regain her health. The battle was successful - eventually - but many lessons were learnt the hard way on the journey.

This book is written as a warning to all those who value their health. Read on and draw your own conclusions ...

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This is an extract from the beginning of Ruth Barrett's book:

CHAPTER I 

In the autumn of 1968 1 consulted a lady clairvoyant. She was in fact a psychometrist, i.e. a person who holds an article belonging to you and then after picking up your vibrations is able to see your past, present and future.

Circumstances at the time had led me to contact her, although I had never consulted any psychic or medium before, even though I am a little psychic myself, having had precognitive dreams and glimpses of precognition in the form of pictures flashing before my eyes and other experiences. Ironically, I had always been apprehensive of the fact that they might tell me something it was better I didn't hear.

I had picked her name at random out of the adverts I saw in the magazine 'Prediction' and made an appointment to see her. She lived in a flat in the West End of London and the door was opened by a rather plump middle-aged lady with auburn hair. She led me into the sitting room where we both sat down, "Give me an article to hold," she said.

I gave her my wrist watch and sat patiently while she closed her eyes and concentrated for a short time. She then said enthusiastically, "I'm picking up your vibrations."

She began her reading, telling me many things, including the fact that I would have dealings with a publisher in the future.

Suddenly, however, in the midst of the reading, a man's disembodied voice bellowed into my right ear, "What I can see for you!" I had never heard a spirit voice before and I was totally stunned.

The psychometrist went on with her reading completely unaware of what I had just experienced and I left without telling her. However, I regarded it as an ominous warning at the time, and after the terrible ordeal I was to go through years later it proved, indeed, to be so. I was to remember what that wretched and, in my opinion, mischievous spirit bellowed in my right ear over and over again.

Because of that experience, however, instead of being completely put off by psychics, I went on to consult a few more, but I was more discerning in my choice. I only consulted clairvoyants who I knew had good reputations, and among them was a very genteel, silver-haired lady in her sixties. She lived near Marble Arch in London and she called herself a natural clairvoyant. "I can see spirits and they tell me things," she said.

I mentioned that I had recently consulted the psychometrist, giving her name and telling her what had happened during the reading. She shook her head sadly, saying, "You know I have people coming here who have been frightened out of their wits by what she's told them."

I could believe it. Mediums keep telling us that there are many souls trapped in a kind of limbo, unaware that they are dead and capable of exercising negative influences. And a year or two later I was to read in an article about the psychometrist in question that she regularly used a ouija board to contact spirits, and, because of that very dangerous practice I am convinced that she had surrounded herself with spirits who were indeed malevolent.

The same clairvoyant, went on to predict happenings which would later come to pass. She also surprised me at the time by saying, "Writing is for you," which again I dismissed as something that couldn't possibly be correct.

Soon afterwards, I consulted the famous medium and clairvoyant Douglas Johnson and he predicted the same thing. As soon as I entered his Chelsea house and walked into his sitting room he said, "I must tell you before we start that I saw writing  big, the moment you came in through the door. I saw success."

"But I can't make up anything," I replied in amazement.

"Then something will happen that you will write about," he replied. "It's your own story."

His prediction came to pass, for, many years later, something did happen which prompted me to write this book - a chain of events that tested me to my physical and mental limits which I felt lucky to survive. But I did survive and this is my story.

It all began innocently enough on one cold, wintry day in March 1982.1 went to the casualty department of a famous eye hospital - to the branch in Holborn which is now closed. I had noticed a tiny lump on the inside of my lower right eyelid. It didn't affect me in the least, but being somewhat over-anxious I wanted to know what it was. A friend who had lost an eye in childhood had recommended me to the hospital and they had been 'looking after' him for years.

On that fateful day I walked up to the nurse in reception and told her about the lump. She felt my lower lid and then said, "Take a seat in the waiting room and we will call you when we are ready for you."

I went into the tiny, very crowded, waiting room and sat there for what seemed like hours until a nurse called out my name.

I followed her into a large room where the doctors were treating their patients. She pulled down my lower lid and said, "The doctor will do it for you now."

"Will he?" I asked in surprise, after all I had only gone there to ease my mind and find out the nature of the lump.

She tested my eyesight which was a routine measure, and then told me to go back into the waiting room and wait until I was called again.

It wasn't long before I heard my name being called and once again I went back into the room.

A rather sullen nurse led me to what looked like a dentist's chair and told me to sit down. "The doctor will be with you shortly," she said.

I sat there wondering what to expect when, suddenly, from behind a panel I heard a doctor say to a patient, "You've got no retina." He sounded shocked by the discovery.

Soon afterwards, however, the same doctor breezed into the room from behind the panel. He was dark haired and very young looking and he babbled on excitedly to the nurse, saying, "I've never seen anyone without a retina before."  

Read other books by Ruth Barrett:

Schools for Slander: A True Story  
by Ruth Barrett.
Writers Club Press, 2000.
Teaching is a vocation, not a job. And yet teachers can suffer unbelievable torture. In this book the author gives a vivid account of her years of teaching in England -- years of unmitigating persecution and slander!
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