This was one of the scariest events the Angelics put me through - at least at the time it was happening, even though I'd had previous OBE's.
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I was in an audio chratroom with a group of psychic friends, just relaxing and chatting, when I began hearing a very faint pounding.
"Do you guys hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?"
"It's like a fain pounding sound."
"We don't hear anything..."
We went back to our conversation. The pounding began again, a bit louder this time.
"You sure you guys don't hear this pounding I'm hearing?"
"We're not hearing anything! What pounding?"
"I'll be right back," I told them. "I'm going to walk around the house and see if a tree branch is hitting the house or something."
I found nothing hitting the house so we returned to our chat.
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The pounding began a third time, this time so loud I could discern it was drumbeats.
"You guys have to be hearing this pounding!" I insisted. They insisted they heard nothing.
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WHAM! Suddenly I found myself standing in the middle of a Sioux village. DE stood beside me, an eagle perched on his shoulder.
"DE?!! What the HELL?!!" I demanded.
"SHHH! WATCH!" he instructed in the most stern voice I'd ever heard come out of him.
There was a roaring fire in the middle of the village, the tribe seated around it. From the forest at the side of the village, two rows of braves emerged, their faces painted black, white and red. ​​
On their shoulders they carried what resembled a travois. The moment I saw that travois I was filled with absolute dread. I immediately caught myself thinking Shouldn't there be a dead body on that thing?
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"DE? MAKE THIS STOP! MAKE THIS STOP NOW!"
"No. It is your time."
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I didn't have time to ask "Time for what?" In that instant I felt my own death, saw my body on the travois.
In the next instant, DE and I were one with the eagle that had been perched on his shoulder.
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We were flying over a valley, a thin ribbon of blude river running
through it. I could feel the wind currents rippling through our feathers. It was exhilarating! I felt a sense of freedom one doesn't feel on earth. I didn't care one whit about anything earthly I'd left behind. It was like the lyric of the John Denver song: "I slipped the surly bonds of earth."
The entire tribe had gotten up and were now dancing feverishly around the fire, to some rather haunting music.
WHAM! I was back at my computer. My friends were frantically shouting at me to answer them.
"What in the hell just happened to you?" they demanded, claiming I'd been "gone" for 6 minutes, mumbling incoherently something about an Indian village, dying and becoming an eagle.
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I didn't have time to gather my wits and explain when the drumbeats began a second time.
WHAM! I'm back in the same Sioux village. This time I'm standing in the village. There's a young man wearing an ankle length cloak of eagle feathers wrapped around him. From a tipi to my left a young woman emerged, dressed in her traditional finest.
The man opened his eagle feather cloak, she walked into it and he wrapped the cloak around the two of them.
A man I took to be the chief of the tribe began speaking in Sioux. I realized I was watching a marriage ceremony.
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WHAM! I was back at my computer again, my friends now even more frantic. They reported I'd been "gone" and unresponsive to them 8 minutes that time.
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The drumbeats began a third time.
WHAM! I'm back in the same Sioux village. Now the woman I'd just seen married was in hard labor. And elderly woman and a man I took to be a medicine or holy man was chanting and sprinkling dried leaves or herbs(?) over her.
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DE was nowhere to be seen, yet I knew he was standing right outside the tipi entrance.
Just like a man! I thought. Disappears when the tough gets going!
The young woman gave birth to a baby girl. I walked outside to the waiting DE.
"Who's the baby?" I asked.
"Don't ask stupid questions you already know the answer to, DE scolded."
In truth, I didn't know who the baby was but I'd had enough of this OBE business for one night so wasn't going to push the issue.
WHAM! I was back at my computer. This time my friends had gotten so scared they'd gotten a Native American friend of mine into the chat. I'd been "gone" 10 minutes that time.
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I explained to my NA friend what had just happened.
"Makes sense. I've seen the groundhog around you for weeks now," she said.
"Groundhog! What does a groundhog have to do with any of this?"
"It's a sign of death and rebirth," she explained. "You were the baby born. You went through the Ghost Dance. Your psychic abilities will be greatly enhanced now."
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If you're unfamiliar with the Ghost Dance, this video explains the story of the Ghost Dance:
This is the earliest filmed recording of a Sioux 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.
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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.
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I don't know if this difference was because I'm part Lakota 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 and guess what it's called," Angi said.
"What?" I asked
"Ghost Dance.
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Here is an 1800's recording of the actual Ghost Dance music.
The whole NA thing would come up again, the night I decided to ask DE about himself - which I'd never done before.
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He told me he and I were from the "Land of the Red Earth" originally, that he and I had gone through an incarnation here on earth together (1 of 11 together) hundreds of years before the Sioux Nation became the Sioux nation.
"So we knew each other in that incarnation?" I asked him.
"You were my brother's son," he replied.
"WHAT?!! YOU WERE MY UNCLE AND ALL THESE YEARS WE'VE WORKED TOGETHER YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO TELL ME THAT?!!"
"You never asked," he replied as though this should be the most obvious thing in the world to me.
"How did I die?" I asked.
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DE explained I'd been a 16 year old male and was rounding up wild horses with the men of the tribe.
A snake bit my horse and the horse threw me into the path of the stampeding horses.
The herd trampled my head and left shoulder.
"We worked on you until sundown," DE explained. "But your injuries were just too severe."
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This is where things get weird. In this lifetime, when I was 16 I was training to be an Olympic swimmer. Suddenly I developed severe pain in my left shoulder that left me virtually unable to use my left arm. My parents took me to specialist after specialist. No doctor could explain what was causing this severe pain. I was forced to give up swimming that year.
When I turned 17, the pain disappeared as mysteriously as it had appeared.​
In this lifetime I'm a huge animal lover, save for one. Horses. Every time I've attempted to ride one, I've been thrown from the horse. Every single time without fail. I won't even attempt to get on a horse now.
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After discovering DE had been my uncle in that lifetime, I had my friend Sarah Long do a sketch of DE.
She wasn't sure how she'd do this, given she'd never seen DE.
"Don't worry about it," I told her. "He'll guide you as you draw."
This is the sketch Sarah drew.
She was very nervous giving it to me, afraid
she hadn't gotten it right.
"You got it exactly right," I assured her.
"WHEW!" she said. "I thought I'd gotten it wrong. DE kept telling me I was drawing his nose too big!"
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Sarah nor anyone else knew that Jmmanuel and I constantly argued over the fact Jmmanuel claims his nose is too big. (It's not)
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If you think he resembles Sitting Bull, you'd be correct. He told me he was a predecessor of Sitting Bull.
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I don't doubt it given the resemblance...
Many years later I'd come to learn the significance of that eagle that had sat perches on DE's shoulder and why he and I had become one with it - apart from curing me of any fear I had of death.
The eagle represented the Tribe of Dan, the original Angelic seeded bloodline of earth. Michael Prince (under the alias James Casbolt) wrote about it in Project Mannequin:
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"Project Oaktree was actually set up to locate the descendants of the ‘Tribe of Dan,’ which is the so-called ‘Lost Tribe of Israel’. These middle-eastern people were of white skin, and the descendants are not actually lost but kept secret. The Tribe of Dan traveled from Dan (‘Kaish’ in Hebrew) just below Mt Hermon and went up into Greece around the time of the Exodus. In Greece, they were known as the Spartans. From Greece they traveled to France where they were the Merovingian Priest-Kings and other French Royal lines. From France they traveled to Scotland, Ireland and America. They were known as the ‘Tuatha De Danann’ in Ireland and Celtic clans.
They were worshippers of the Goddess of energy, such as Asartes and Ishtar and were heavily into animal shamanism, such as bird and snake symbology. The eagle is one of their symbols, and the eagle on the American coat of arms and the NSA symbol represents the Tribe of Dan.
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This is a very holy bloodline with powerful PSI abilities. The Luciferian religions believe that by abusing children and people of this bloodline, they are directly attacking God. The Watchers had good and evil amongst them. Archangel Michael is named as a physical watcher in the Middle East in the Dead Sea Scrolls. The battle between the ‘Sons of Light’ and the ‘Sons of Darkness’ is mentioned in this work. This battle still rages today.
Some say Project Oaktree was ultimately looking for the human descendants of the Watchers. We have to ask ourselves why are the 12 tribes of Israel so important, and who physically ‘seeded’ these bloodlines. The answers we are given by the religious institutes of the world, such as “They are God’s chosen people,” will not suffice anymore. People ask why are they called the Watchers. The answer seems to be because of their ability to project their consciousness out of the body and perform an ancient form of advanced remote viewing." Source
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After my Ghost Dance OBE I made a video for DE that was full of symbolism I myself hadn't even realized I'd subconsciously put in it. You won't understand all of the hidden symbolism, but you don't need to as that was between DE and I. Basically with this video I was asking DE "Do I have this pieced together right?"