Jeane Dixon a modern-day prophet from Washington, USA. Even at the age of nine Jeane Dixon, from Washington in the United States, was seeing into the future. Later, as an ordinary housewife married to a real estate agent, she became renowned for her startling accuracy. In 1952 she predicted the assassination of John F. Kennedy 11 years ahead, at a time when Kennedy was still a senator for Massachusetts. She was in St Matthew's Cathedral in Washington one morning when she had a vision of the White House and a young, blue-eyed man standing at the door and, at the same time, heard a warning that a Democrat who would be inaugurated as President in 1960 would be assassinated while in office. Her prediction was reported but later forgotten. In 1960 John F. Kennedy became the youngest man ever elected President, on the smallest majority of the popular vote. Early in 1963 Jeane Dixon began to have new, disturbing premonitions about the President's safety and she made several atempts to warn him of the danger she saw ahead. On the morning of Friday, 22 November, she told friends: 'This is the day it will happen.' That afternoon, Kennedy was riding in an open car through Dallas, Texas, when he was gunned down. Five years later Jeane Dixon was addressing a meeting in the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles when a questioner asked if Robert Kennedy would ever become President. 'No,' she answered. 'He will never become President of the United States because of a tragedy right here in this hotel.' A week later Robert Kennedy won the California primary and he had just finished addressing a victory rally from the stage of the Ambassador Hotel's ballroom when he was shot by a 24-year old Jordanian born immigrant. He died the following day. Sadly, her warnings of tragedy ahead are not always heeded. In January 1942 she told the film actress Carole Lombard that it would be dangerous for her to travel by plane within the next six weeks. Carole, who was intensely patriotic, was going on a government-sponsored tour to sell war bonds at a vicrory rally in Indianapolis in three days' time and was not inclined to change her plans because of a clairvoyant's warning. The most she would agree to, when Jeane Dixon pressed, was fo flip a coin: if it was heads she would cancel the trip, if it was tails, she would go ahead. The coin came down tails. Carole reached Indianapolis safely and, as she was due to rerurn by train, it looked as though the warnings were meaningless. Then at the last minute she took an overnight plane. At a stopover in Albuquerque Carole and her companion were askcd if they would give up their seats to army officers who needed to join their unit. But Carole, who had left after a blazing row with her husband Clark Gable, was anxious to get home to make up with him. She never reached him near Las Vegas the plane ran into violent storm and crashed in the mountains. The 90m (300ft) heat of flame from the crashed aircraft was visible for miles. ¹

At she gazed outside she saw, the bare-limbed trees and citystreet below, but a bright blue sky above a barren desert. Just above the horizon was the brightest sun that she had ever seen, glowing like a golden ball. Splashing from the orb in every direction were brilliant rays which seemed to be drawing the earth toward it like a magnet. Stepping out of the brightness of the sun's rays, hand in hand, were a Pharaoh and Queen Nefertiti. Cradled n the Queen's other arm was a baby, his ragged, soled clothing in startling contrast to the gorgeously arrayed royal couple. "The eyes of this child were all-knowing," Jeane say softly. "They were full of wisdom and knowledge."

A little to one side of Queen Nefertiti, Jeane could glimpse a pyramid. While she watched entranced, the couple advanced toward her and thrust forth the baby, as if offering it to the entire world. Within the ball of the sun, Jeane saw Joseph guiding the tableau like a puppeteer pulling strings. Now rays of light burst forth from the baby, blending with those of the sun and obliterating the Pharaoh from her sight. Off to the left, she observed that Queen Nefertiti was walking away, "thousands of miles into the past." The Queen paused beside a large brown water jug, and as she stooped and cupped her hands to drink she was stabbed in the back by a dagger. Jeane says that she "distinctly heard her death scream as she vanished."

Jeane shifted her gaze back to the baby. He had by now grown to manhood, and a small cross which formed above him began to expand until it "dripped over the earth in all directions. Simultaneously, peoples of every race, religion, and color (black, yellow, red, brown and white), each kneeling and lifting his arms in worshipful adoration, surrounded him. They were all as one," Unlike previous visions, which had gradually faded away from Jeane, this one moved ever nearer until she seemed to be in the very midst of the action, joining int he adoring worship. "I felt a tiny seed ready to sprout and grow," she says, "But I was only one of millions of similar seeds. I knew within my heart. "here is the beginning of wisdom" 　The room was becoming dark again, and though she was still caught up in the spell of the vision, Jeane glanced automatically at her bedside clock. The time was 7:17 a.m.

Attempting to describe her own sensation, Jeane says: "I felt suspended and enfolded, as if I were surrounded by whipped cream. For the first time I understood the full meaning of the biblical phrase, "My cup runneth over." 　I loved all mankind. I felt that I would never again need food or sleep, because I had experienced perfect peace."