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.
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Suddenly I began to hear a very faint pounding sound.
"Do you guys hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?"
"That faint pounding sound."
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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.
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"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."
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I found nothing hitting the house.
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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.
On their shoulders they carried something resembling a travois. As soon as I saw that travois I thought Shouldn't there be a dead body on that thing? and I was overcome with a feeling of dread.
"DE! MAKE THIS STOP! MAKE THIS STOP NOW!"
"No, it is your time."
In the middle of this village there was a huge bonfire. The entire tribe sat in a circle around it.
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From the treeline bordering the village two rows of braves, their faces painted red, white and black, emerged.
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.
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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.
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WHAM! I'm back in the same village. This time a young man is standing next to a man I assume is the chief of the tribe. The young man is wearing a full length cloak of eagle feathers wrapped around him. From a tipi to my right 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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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If you're unfamiliar with the Ghost Dance, here's a video that explains it:
This is a video of the first filmed 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. You can very clearly hear the drumbeats that I was hearing.
"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.​
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 DE and I constantly argued over the fact DE 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 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
Early on in working with DE, the Council had sent me a message that I was a Watcher. At the time, I paid no attention to this whatsoever as I was getting the living snot beat out of me by both the Sheriff's Dept. and the Illuminati. I didn't even know what a Watcher was and didn't bother to ask. I figured it was just someone who watched something. (Yes, I was dumb as a box of rocks back then. LOL)
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Am I a Watcher? Well, the Angelics are literally incapable of lying and then there were all those psychics seeing Archangel Mikael (it's not Michale, it's Mikael, pronounced Me-ky-el) standing behind me in full batlle gear.and the fact the Illuminati has made at least seven attempts on my life to date.
Both Project Oaktree and the Vatican's Opus Dei have been hunting down the descendants of this bloodline to kill them and I'd ultimately discover that my identity had been hidden.
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So who knows? I'm okay with it if I am and I'm okay with it if I'm not. I try to keep this whole ET/Angelic thing in its proper perspective.