Ghost Dance OBE
- Pat Jackson
- May 23
- 5 min read
My psychic friends and I were hanging out together chatting in an audio chat room, just relaxin after a long taxing day of reading people.
Suddenly I began to hear a very faint pounding sound."Do you guys hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?""That faint pounding sound."
They said they couldn't hear anything. The pounding stopped and we resumed our chat.Within a couple of minutes it started again, only louder this time.
"You guys really don't hear that pounding?" I repeated.They swore they weren't hearing any pounding. "I'll be right back," I said. "I'm going to walk around the house and see if a tree branch or something is hitting it."
I found nothing hitting the house.
The pounding began a third time and this time it was so loud I could recognize it as drumbeats.
WHAM! Suddenly I'm standing in a Native American village. DE is beside me, an eagle perched on his shoulder.
"DE! What the HELL?!!" I demanded.
"SHHH! Watch and listen," he commanded. I'd never heard him this stern before.
In the middle of this village there was a huge bonfire. The entire tribe sat in a circle around it.
From the tree line bordering the village two rows of braves emerged, their faces painted red, white and black.
On their shoulders they carried a platform of sorts resembling a travois.
I was instantly hit with a feeling of dread I'd never experienced before, while thinking Shouldn't there be a dead body on that thing?
"DE! MAKE THIS STOP! MAKE THIS STOP NOW!" I demanded.
"No, it is your time."
The only way I can explain what I felt next was I realized it was my dead body that should be on that travois. I felt my own impending death.
In the next instant, DE and I were one with the eagle that had been perched on his shoulder. It was exhilarating! I could see through the eagle's eyes as we soared over a canyon with a thing ribbon of blue river running through it. I could feel the wind currents rippling through our feathers. I had not a single earthly care in the world. It was as though earth didn't even exist and there was an incredible freedom that came with that. It was like the lyric in the John Denver song, "I slipped the surly bonds of earth". I felt weightless in every respect.
WHAM! I was back at my computer again. My friends were shouting at me "Patty! Answer us!"They told me I'd been "gone" for 8 minutes, mumbling something about an Indian village and dying.I'd barely gotten my wits about me when the drumbeats started again.
WHAM! I'm back in the same village. This time a young man is standing next to
the chief of the tribe. The young man is wearing a full length cloak of eagle feathers wrapped around him. From a lodge a young woman emerges, dressed in white regalia.
As the woman walks toward the man, he opens the eagle feather cloak as though to receive her, then wraps it around the two of them. I realize I'm watching a wedding ceremony.
WHAM! Back at my computer again. Now my friends are shouting more frantically. They said I was "gone" for 6 minutes that time, again mumbling about an Indian village. I was trying to explain what was happening to them even though I didn't understand myself what was happening to me, when the drum beats began a third time.
WHAM! Back in the same village but this time I'm inside a small lodge of some sort. The bride I'd just seen married is in hard labor, about to give birth. An elderly woman is at her side and a man I took to be a holy man is chanting over her while sprinkling dried herbs(?) over her. DE is nowhere to be seen and yet I know he's waiting right outside the door of this lodge.The woman gives birth to a baby girl and I walk outside to meet DE."Who's the baby?" I asked."Don't ask dumb questions you already know the answer to," he scolded.
I honestly didn't know who the baby was but as weird as DE was acting I wasn't going to press the issue.
WHAM! I'm back at my computer again.
Now my friends were so panicked they'd brought a Native American friend of mine into the chat room to see if she could figure out what was going on with me. I explained everything as best I could.
"Doesn't surprise me," she said. "I've seen the ground hog around you for weeks now."
"Ground hog! What's a ground hog got to do with any of this?"
"It's a sign of death and rebirth. You went through the Ghost Dance," she explained. "You were the baby being born."
If you're unfamiliar with the Ghost Dance, here's a video that explains it:
This is an original video of a portion of the Ghost Dance being performed.
My NA friend was right. My psychic abilities took such a leap it scared me so much I quit reading people for a full 6 months. The average professional psychic has a 67% accuracy rate. Mine had been measured at 97% after the Ghost Dance OBE.
But things were about to get more weird yet. A few days after the OBE one of my friends who'd been present in the chat that night contacted me, telling me I had to talk to a gal in Australia named Angi. She'd related a dream she'd had the same night I'd had my OBE that matched my OBE.
Angi and I did talk...to discover our two experiences were identical down to the smallest detail - including happening at the same time right down to the minute. The only difference was she'd experienced it in a dream, I'd had an actual OBE.
I don't know if this difference was because I'm part Sioux and Angi wasn't or???
A couple days after Angi and I had compared notes on our experiences, she contacted me again
."You have to hear this," she said, beginning to play some music.
"OH MY GOD! THAT'S THE MUSIC FROM MY OBE!" I shouted.
"Yeah mine too and guess what it's called," Angi said.
"What?" I asked
"Ghost Dance."
Here is an 1800's recording of the actual Ghost Dance music. You can very clearly hear the drumbeats that I was hearing that night.
Why had DE/Jmmanuel put me through this OBE? So that I'd lose any fear of 'death' and experience what it 'deathreally like. The Angelics put me through four more full fledged NDE's in which I was clinically dead and went all the way back home. These NDE's were so exhilarating I not only lost any fear I had of 'death' knowing 'death' as we understood it didn't exist, I embraced it. No, not that I became suicidal or anything like that! I loved the experience. It was the ultimate adrenaline rush that I can't wait to experience again.
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