Field Trips Home
- Pat Jackson
- May 23
- 8 min read
When Jmmanuel first began working with me, he presented himself as my spirit guide, a Sioux Native American called Dancing Earth - "DE" as my friends and I called him. I'm the biggest skeptic in the world and if Jmmanuel had told me "I' the one you think of as Jesus" I would've said Yeah, SURRRRRRRE you are! Get lost!" and that would've been the end of that. So he used an entire cast of characters to nudge me closer and closer to the point I'd accept it was really Jmmanuel.
DE would take me on what I called "field trips". I was so wet behind the ears back then I didn't have a clue as to what was going on most of the time.
On our first field trip I had no idea where DE had taken me. We were standing in front of elaborate white light gates beyond which stood a beautiful city with streets made of gold.
The white light gates stood open as if to welcome us.
We stepped through the gates. On either side of us were the most gorgeous gardens I'd ever seen, every flower in full bloom perfection. There were statues of angels everywhere and pastel multi colored crystal rods that jutted up out of the gardens.
DE explained the crystal rods were like advanced computers that also provided the light source for wherever we were.
At one point I thought (forgetting ET's are telepathic so read thoughts) Boy! Whoever lives here must REALLY like angels!
How DE/Jmmanuel ever kept a straight face working with me I'll never know.
As we walked toward one of the white marble halls I could see int he distance, we passed some of the beings that inhabited this wherever we were city. I called them "the monks" because that's what they reminded me of in their white hooded robes. Their faces were very ethereal looking. As we approached they all bowed in unison to us. "Why are they doing that>" I asked DE.
"Sing of respect," he replied.
I don't like anyone bowing to me. I put my pants on one leg at a time like everyone else. "Well can ya tell em to knock it off?" I asked.
I'd no sooner gotten that thought out than they all straightened up and never bowed to us again. They were telepathic communicators. We'd have no earthly way to even begin to measure their intelligence level. I liked them immediately.
DE and I continued on our way to one of the huge white marble halls I'd spotted in the distance from the gardens. As we drew closer, I stopped in my tracks. "DE! That's the building my teacher and I were leaving in my Going On A Mission memory!" DE just smiled, his way of saying "yes".
"Wait a minute," I said. "DE YOU WERE THE TEACHER I LEFT BEHIND THAT I LOVED SO MUCH!"
His smile grew bigger in response.
We were niow at the front of the building. I was confused as there were no doors on the building. Before I knew what happened, we'd passed through the solid front of the building!
'"ESUS CHRIST!" I hollered, startled. "You mind warning me before we do something like that again?!!" "Calm down, you've done it before," DE assured me. (I had?)
We were standing in a foyer or lobby of the most gianormous library I'd ever seen/ Shelves of ancient-looking scrolls, books and manuscripts stretched floor to ceiling as far as the eye could see.
In the center of this foyer was a statue of a man holding Earth over his head.
DE said there was something he wanted to show me. A very ancient book suddenly appeared in his hands, open to the appropriate page. The book was very thick with what appeared to be a leather cover with metallic hinged binding. The pages appeared to be papyrus or parchment and they were full of strange handwritten symbols.
"How am I supposed to read that?" I asked.
"Look again," DE said. "You can read it."
I looked again and could read it. I have no idea how I could. It was a history of the End Times and my role in it. (No, not my Akashic record) After I'd read it DE asked if he could erase my mind of what I'd read so I didn't inadvertently interfere with or change Earth history, I understood this and agreed with it.
Ten years after my trip to this library, Sylvia Browne published her book, Life On the Other Side. This was her sketch of the Angelics Hall of Records library.
"DE, where ARE we?" I asked.
"You're home," he replied.
From the Hall of Records we proceeded on to the Hall of Knowledge. As we entered, a group of the "monks" were in one corner, obviously very upset about something they were calling "soul transfer". The Angelics were charged with the accounting of every soul ever created from lifetime to lifetime. Apparently someone was doing this "soul transfer" who wasn't supposed to be. The "monks" were shouting "MANY HEADS WILL ROLL!"
DE/Jmmanuel then took me to a machine and told me "I'm going to show you how Judgement Day works.." (Say what?)
This machine had a domed top through which holographic images were shown in video/movie form. If you've ever heard someone who's had a brush with death say "I saw my life flash before my eyes" this is the machine that saying originated with. Your entire earthly life plays out in a flash in the domed top.
But you don't just watch it. You feel it from the perspective of every single person you ever crossed paths with in your earthly lifetime. If you caused them to feel love or happiness that's what you'll feel just as they did. If you caused them pain, hurt them, then you'll feel their pain just as they felt it.
I was allowed to watch a woman who'd just passed go through this life review. She was what we'd call a grandmotherly type with a heart of gold. By the end of her life review she was a sobbing heap on the floor.
At the end of the life review you judge your own performance in life. No one else judges you. No St. Peter at pearly gates, no standing before "God" who reads off a laundry list of your indiscretions. And only you, based on your opinion of your performance decide whether or not you want to reincarnate to improve on your performance.
After the life review we were off to the Adjustment Level. It looks similar to the screen shot below, rather like a hotel lobby or train station. As I said before, the Angelics are charged with the accounting of every soul created as it moves through its various incarnations. This is where you "check in" to have your soul accounted for when you pass.
It's also where you adjust to being back in spirit vs. in a physical body and having left Earth. This is best illustrated below in the video with actor Matthew Perry, done a day or two after he passed.
in the beginning of the video you hear him say he's adjusting slowly, he's homesick, he's missing his cell phone.
That's the adjusting to being back in spirit I was referring to, the leaving his earthly life behind. Yes, including your cell phone.
In the Angelic realm everything is created with the mind. If you're missing your earth home, go ahead a manifest a duplicate of it. I once had a guy in spirit tell me he had to cut our session short or he'd be late for his golf game and tee off time! My client (his daughter) cracked up laughing and said "YEP! YOU HAD MY DAD!"
During this time you'll also begin meeting with your primary Angelic guide. (You call them guardian angels or spirit guides).
After your life review you go into what I call the "resting phase" and that's just what it sounds like. You rest and receive healing before you go on to your next reincarnation, if you chose to reincarnate. During this resting phase communication with those in spirit is next to impossible because...well, you're supposed to be resting!
From the Adjustment Level and Orientation Center we continued on to the Hall of Justice.
This is where the Angelic Council presides from. Acres and acres of phenomenal gardens and forest surround the Hall of Justice. There are walkways dotted with ivy trellis covered benches, streams, forest and huge flower beds.
All too soon DE/Jmmanuel said it was time to leave. On our way out I noticed a portal off to the left of the entry.
"What's in there?" "What you'd call hell."
That got my attention! "I want to see it!" "No, Gracie. You don't want to go in there," DE/Jmmanuel said.
"Yes I do!" I insisted. "I want to see what it's like in there!"
"No you don't!" DE/Jmmanuel replied.
We argued back and forth until DE realized I wasn't going to back down. We agreed he'd get me out as soon as I told him to. I stepped through the portal. I was immediately in pitch blackness. If you had a physical brain in your head it literally would've been rattled out of your head by the consistent deafening screaming and moaning. You exist as a complete and total state of despair we don't have words in our language to describe. I didn't last a nanosecond in there before I was screaming for DE to get me out.
"Jesus...if that isn't hell what is it?" I asked.
"Let's just call it the holding space," DE/Jmmanuel said.
In 1999 I'd read Handbook For A New Paradigm by George Green. And what did I find in there? This dimensional portal I'd stepped through years earlier called (and I quote) "the holding space". You can read the Handbook in Pdf form here
The Handbook was given to Green by the ET's. The Handbook aims to uplift humanity from the entrapment of victim consciousness, promoting a life of abundance rather than luxury. The handbook encourages readers to discover the truth of who and what they truly are, providing clarity and conciseness in its messages. It emphasizes the importance of living in accordance with simple laws that underlie life, offering guidance for personal growth and transformation.
The Handbook described the holding space, calling it "a space for contemplation". Yeah, good luck contemplating anything in there!
"So there's no physical Heaven or Hell?" I asked DE/Jmmanuel. "No, those are human creations," he replied.
DE/Jmmanuel explained to me that "Heaven" and "Hell" referred not to physical places but states of mind. The ancient texts clearly state this as being the case - I looked it up.
Think about it...what do we say even today? If we experience something blissful (a state of mind) we say "That was heaven!" or "That was heavenly!"
If we experience something awful we say "That was hell!" - again, describing a state of mind.
Remember the video of the ET interrogated by the DNI when the interrogator asked him about God, heaven, hell? The ET replied "We have no need of myths."
On our second trip home DE showed me the other halls. The Hall of Voices is where the Angelic choir sings from. You'll hear them singing in the background no matter where you are in the Angelic realm. They've even been recorded here on earth several times and the recordings analyzed. The results of those analyzations are in the video below.
The next Hall was the Hall of Tones. When a soul is created it is assigned its own individual soul tone that identifies it for eternity. This is a 3 syllable tone. The first syllable of the tone is OM, followed by 2 more syllables. For example, my soul tone is OM-KI-YA.
Those were a couple of our field trips home.
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