Did you find the above video entertaining It illustrates about how accurate our views of "Heaven" and "Hell" are. The truth is, there are no physical places called "Heaven" and "Hell", those terms describe states of mind, not physical places.
No, there was no St. Peter standing at the Pearly Gates passing out admission tickets.
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When we stepped through the gate there were the most exquisite gardens, the flowers and foliage in perfect bloom on either side of us.
The colors were far more intense than those of the colors we see on earth.
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These gardens were very similar to earth gardens with statuary, footbridges, and water features but unlike earth, there were large crystal rods jutting everywhere out of these gardens.
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DE explained these were very advanced computers that provided the light in the dimension we were in. There was no sun in the sky as there is on earth.
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How DE kept a straight face trying to get my brain on the right track, I'll never know.
Forgetting he was telepathic, I remember seeing all of these angel statues everywhere in these gardens and thinking "Boy, whoever lives here must REALLY like angels!"
(Yeah, I was still wet-behind-the-ears stupid at that point...)
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Beyond these gardens the most enormous, breathtakingly beautiful city stretched as far as the eye could see. It's streets appeared to be made of gold bricks but it wasn't earth gold I'd later learn, it was an ET material.
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Also visible were humungous Halls that looked like they were
DE and I had been working together for some time when he began taking me on what I called "field trips" to show me how things really worked vs. the dark forces crap we were brainwashed to believe in.
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On our first trip I had no idea where we were, nor was DE ready to tell me. He wants me to figure things out on my own as he knows I learn more that way.
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We were standing outside beautiful, ornate gates of white light. They stood open as if to welcome us.
My sketch of the Gardens
constructed of white marble. DE and I entered the city.
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Along the way we encountered beings that were human-looking but had a translucent, ethereal quality to their facial features. They all wore long, white hooded robes. As we passed each group of them, they would bow to us.
This made me uncomfortable. I don't feel anyone should be bowing to me or anyone else.
"Why are they doing that?" I asked DE.
"Sign of respect," he said.
"Well, could you ask them to knock it off? I don't like people bowing to me."
I'd no sooner gotten that thought out than all the "monks" (as I called them, not knowing what else to call them) immediately straightened up. Not a one of them bowed to us after that.
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Whoever these "monks" were, their intelligence was off our charts.
They were telepathic communicators and yet at the same time knew precisely what language I spoke on earth. In fact, they seemed to know everything about me.
They were extremely, extremely spiritual beings. Their ethereal bodies radiated a white aura of unconditional love.
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After communicating with the "monks", DE and I moved on toward one of the large white marble halls.
I stopped dead in my tracks, shouting "THAT'S THE BUILDING I LEFT IN MY GOING ON A MISSION MEMORY!"
DE just smiled.
"Wait a minute...YOU were the teacher I loved so much that I left behind!"
DE's smile was bigger that time.
"DE! Where ARE we? Is this the home I left?"
"It is," he confirmed, as we began approaching the Hall. "I have something to show you."
Unlike the AI likeness of the hall above, there were no doors on the front of the building. We simply walked THROUGH the solid front of the building, startling the bejesus out of me.
"JESUS H. CHRIST!" I shouted at DE. "You mind giving me some warning if I'm about to walk through a solid wall?!!"
"Relax," he replied calmly. "You've done it many times before." (Say what?)
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My illustration of the Angelic library, The Hall of Records
We were standing in the foyer of the most enormous domed library I'd ever seen. Shelves of ancient-looking manuscripts and scrolls stretched floor to ceiling as far as the eye could see. There was an immense statue of a human man holding the earth over his head.
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The book DE wanted to show me seemed to magically appear in his hands, open to the page he wanted to show me. It was very ancient looking, leather cover with metal hinges. The pages had the appearance of papyrus or old parchment. They were filled with unrecognizable symbols.
De handed me the book, instructing me to read it.
"How am I supposed to read that?"
"You can read it, Look at it again," he said.
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Don't ask me how but the second time I looked at it, I could read
the symbols.
(Years later, one of my deep black military interrogators would inform me that they knew that I knew how to read alien script. News to me.)
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The book was about the battle between the Angelics and demonic taking place now and my role in it.
Because I'd read this, DE asked my permission to erase my memory of reading it, due to the possibility of my inadvertently changing history having that knowledge. I gave him my permission to erase my memory of reading it.
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The library we'd visited is the Angelics' Hall of Records. It contains everything ever written by anyone, anywhere in the cosmos.
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From the Hall of Records we moved on to another white marble Hall. This one appeared to be a kind of work center. Twelve of the "monks" were there. I was shocked to see them furious about something they called "soul transfer" and the fact someone unauthorized to be performing soul transfer were doing so. All 12 of them were shouting "MANY HEADS WILL ROLL!"
The Angelics are charged by the Creator with the accounting of every soul ever created. Clearly they couldn't do this accurately if someone was transferring souls willy nilly all over the place so I understood why they'd be so upset, even though it would be a full ten years later that I'd learn what soul transfer was.
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DE took me over to a 'machine' with a domed holographic top and told me he was going to show me how what we call "Judgement Day" was performed.
Based on a sketch by Pat Jackson. Watercolor by Mala Rama. â—‹Mala Rama
I was allowed to watch a woman who'd just passed go through the process - with her permission. She was what we would've called a grandmotherly type with a heart of gold.
If you've ever heard someone who has a brush with death say "I saw my life pass before my eyes", the Scanning Machine is where that saying originated. Your entire earthly life, including everyone you ever crossed paths with in your earthly life plays out in holographic form in the domed top of the machine.
But you don's just watch it. You FEEL it from the perspective of every person you ever crossed paths with in your earthly life. If you made them feel love and happiness, that's what you'll feel just as they felt it.
However, if you hurt someone you feel their pain just as they felt it when you hurt them.
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The process takes what we'd call mere seconds. But by the end of it, the grandmother with the heart of gold was a sobbing heap on the floor.
It made such a profound impact on me that I vowed right then and there to watch my every word and action from that point forward, knowing that some day my turn at the Scanning Machine will come. It's a vow I've done my best to keep.
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"So there's no standing before God?" I asked DE.
"No, that is an earth creation, an earth belief. No one judges you but you."
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I thought a lot about how I'd seen "Judgement Day" performed. It made a whole lot more sense than standing before 'God' as he reads off a laundry list of our misbehavior. We terrestrial humans just aren't the brightest light bulbs in the factory even though we've convinced ourselves we are. We'd learn absolutely nothing were we to go through "Judgement Day" with someone reading off a list of our misbehavior.
We'd go out and do the same stupid things again. However, FEELING the pain we cause another?
That's going to make us stop and think twice, knowing how it feels to the person we're about to hurt.
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From the Hall of Knowledge, DE and I continued on to the Hall of Justice. The Hall of Justice is where the Angelic Council presides from.
I'd immediately recognized the Hall of Justice as I realized I'd been there many times. (Most likely for an Angelic butt kicking. LOL) The strange thing about the Angelic realm is that it's a mixture of ancient Greek-like architecture mixed with very futuristic elements. One would think this would look like a mish mosh but everything blends together seamlessly.
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The Hall of Justice is surrounding by miles and miles of gardens and forest, with beautiful ivy covered archway seating areas, walking paths, gardens in a state of perfection. I'd eventually realize Jmmanuel and I had spent many times together in those gardens, he teaching me spiritual lessons.
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At the end of my first visit home, we were on our way out when I noticed a portal to our left.
"What's in there?" I asked DE.
"What you'd call Hell."
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THAT got my interest! I wanted to see it for myself.
"You don't want to go in there, Gracie," DE advised.
"Yes I do! I want to see what it's like!" I insisted.
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We argued back and forth until DE saw I wasn't going to budge. We agreed he'd get me out the instant I told him I wanted out.
The firest of Hell you imagine can't hold a candle to this place. It is pitch black, you see absolutely nothing. If you had a physical brain in your head it would be rattled out of your head by the deafening, unrelenting screaming and moaning of those imprisoned there.
You EXIST as a state of complete and utter despair we don't even have words in our language to describe.
I did not last a nanosecond in there before I was screaming at DE "GET ME OUT! GET ME OUT!"
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"If that ain't Hell, then what is it?" I asked.
"Let's just call it a holding space," DE replied.
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Ten years later I would read George Green's Handbook For A New Paradigm. It describes this place and calls it (and I quote) "the Holding Space". However, the Handbook describes it as a "place of contemplation". Yeah, good luck contemplating anything in there!
The 2nd trip home
On the second field trip, DE and I stopped in the Orientation Center. This is where the Angelics account for every soul created. It's rather like a large hotel lobby or railroad depot.
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Everyone who passes immediately goes to the Orientation Center, where they meet briefly with their Angelic life mentor and "check in" to have their soul accounted for. The Angelic realm encompasses what we'd call dimensions 7 through 15. The Orientation Center is on the 7th level or what's called the "Adjustment Level".
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This is where the soul/consciousness adjusts to having passed, shedding the physical body and readjusts to being back in pure energy form. After the soul is "checked in", they then go into what I call a resting phase, where they adjust to being back in spirit form. During this resting phase telepathic communication is not possible as well, the person is supposed to be resting!
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One is then taken for their life review ("Judgement Day") and that person/soul decides whether or not they wish to incarnate again elsewhere to improve their spiritual level/standing. No one decides your fate but YOU. Only you decide which of 3 places you're going upon "death", in accordance with your personal level of frequency and vibration. Dolores Cannon explained it almost accurately:
I'll correct what Dolores got wrong. There most certainly is a demonic and the lower 4th astral plane is where the demonic hang out waiting to pounce on anyone dumb enough to think they can go "astral traveling" into that dimension. Case in point...the Draconian Reptilians, their Archon parasites and those of that ilk are lower 4th density or "astral" beings.
No one has to worry about going there? OH CONTRARE according to the Angelics. If they determine you have your feet in the wrong camp and therefore, are of very low vibrational frequency you are headed for the holding space. They didn't create that holding space because they had nothing better to do or for shits 'n giggles. They refer to it as a "space of contemplation" for a reason! It's like Dolores said, until those who tire of walking the same old path realize there has to be something more in their next incarnation, they are put in the holding space to CONTEMPLATE changing their ways. At present according to the Angelics, over 80% of earth's population is headed straight for the holding space.
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You don't need to concern yourself with the upper densities and compartments of the uppermost densities at this point. No terrestrial human will be going there as things stand now and the state of humanity continues to worsen by leaps and bounds.
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Another correction: The Angelics do not call their Halls, "temples". Nor is there a Healing Temple Complex.
There is a healing hall and it is as Dolores described. It is a domed room, the dome containing healing crystals that resemble gems. The Angelics use only energy, color, light and tones to heal - which is what takes place in the Healing Hall. A healing room looks something like this:
DE and I then visited a couple other of the Halls. The first one is called The Hall of Voices, where the Angelic choir sings from. This choir has been heard and recorded on earth several times.
Those recordings have been analyzed by musical and sound experts here and it was determined the Angelic voice could hit ranges that terrestrial humans are incapable of reaching/singing and that unlike humans, this choir could maintain a not seemingly forever without taking a breath.
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As Dolores said, you will hear this choir throughout the Angelic realm, whatever level you're at.​
In 1947 a little boy here was taught one of the many Angelic languages which he proceeded to call "Angelic Music Writing", People now call it Angelic Celestial language but they're really one in the same.
The very, very ancient Angel Music Writing sounded like a sung language, rather than a spoken one.
If you look at those of us called Angelic Humans, you'll likely see that as a whole we're usually very accomplished musicians and this is why. Our original languages were based on music.
And if you're observant and/or familiar with ancient Galilean Aramaic then you'll see Angel Music Writing is very similar to ancient Galilean Aramaic as spoken by Jmmanuel during his incarnation on earth over 2000 years ago now. There was also a secret form of Galilean Aramaic spoken by he and his inner circle that was created to protect him. This secret form of the language will not be spoken on earth ever again unless he decides it will be.
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Our next stop was the Hall of Tones. Just as the Creator has tasked the Angelics with the accounting of every soul ever created, they are also tasked with assigning each soul a unique soul tone that identifies it for eternity. These soul tones are assigned in the Hall of Tones.
These soul tones consist of 3 syllables beginning with OM. For example, my soul tone is OM-KI-YA.
Your soul tone is as unique to you as your fingerprints are. It is with you/your soul for eternity.
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What does the area outside of the city look like?
As Jmmanuel has taught me, "Heaven" is a state of mind and is whatever you yourself create."
We don't sit on clouds eating bon bons for eternity, contrary to popular belief. There is a cosmic awareness that one acquires in "death" that we are incapable of possessing on earth. We realize why we went through everything we did during our earthly life and that if we sat on clouds eating bon bons afrer "death", our spiritual evolvement would come to a screeching halt. That's not how we're built, we're built to spiritually evolve and grow so we keep reincarnating to improve our spiritual performance.
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Why then aren't we allowed to retain our memories from lifetime to lifetime? I asked Jmmanuel this very question. The answer is surprisingly simple. Our physical brains are only capable of operating at 30%.
Were we to attempt to retain any more than that, our heads would explode.
Think in terms of computer RAM. It only provides so much storage space or memory until it becomes full and at that point, it can do no more. Our physical brains are no different than that computer RAM.
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DE would make several more field trips home but I've given you the main highlights that you need to know.
