Jmmanuel used a variety of disguises in his cast of characters in breaking me into the flock. Had he said "This is the guy you think of as Jesus" I would've laughed, said "SUUUUUREEEE you are!", told him to take a long walk off a short pier and that would've been that. Over and out amigo!
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The first disguise he used was that of whom I assumed was my spirit guide, Dancing Earth or "DE" as my friends and I all called him.
This is an actual portrait of DE drawn by my friend, Sara Long.
I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.
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A panel of experts dissected my case over a 2 year period and unanimously determined I was honest about my ET experiences and that they were legitimate.
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Here I share my ET experiences with you...
Funny story about that portrait before we get into the Ghost Dance OBE.
Jmmanuel always complains his nose is too big.
Sara wasn't sure how she'd draw this portrait being she wasn't psychic and had never seen DE.
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"Don't worry about that," I assured her. "He'll guide you as you draw."
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When the portrait was finished Sara brought it to me. She appeared nervous.
"You got it exactly right!" I told her.
"WHEW!" she said. "He kept telling me I was drawing his nose too big!"
She knew nothing about Jmmanuel constantly claiming his nose was too big. Hell, I hadn't met him yet so I didn't even know that at the time Sara drew DE!
Yes, he resembles Sitting Bull or rather the opposite way around. During one of his earthly incarnations, he was the predecessor of Sitting Bull hundreds of years before the Sioux Nation became the Sioux Nation.
In fact, he was my uncle in that lifetime.
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But on with the Ghost Dance OBE.
For those of you who don't know what the Ghost Dance is, when the whites began running the Native Americans off their land and putting them on reservations, a "prophet" and Paiute medicine man by the name of Wovoka saw the Ghost Dance in a vision and introduced it. It spread like wildfire through the plains Native American tribes. They believed that in dancing the Ghost Dance, all of their dead ancestors would come to life again and take their land and way of life back from the white man.
The Ghost Dance movement was most unsettling to the whites so the government tried to outlaw it to stop the tribes from dancing it.
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The following video is an actual Ghost Dance being performed.
And here's the complete story behind the Ghost Dance.
I was in audio chat with my psychic friends. We were just relaxing, shooting the breeze with one another when all of a sudden I began to hear a faint pounding sound.
"Do you guys hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?"
"That faint pounding noise."
"We don't hear anything", they insisted.
The faint pounding stopped and we resumed our chat. A couple of minutes later it sounded again, louder this time.
"You guys really don't hear that?" I asked again.
"Hear WHAT?! We don't hear any pounding!"
I actually went outside to walk the perimeter of my house to see if there was a tree branch or something baning against my house that was making this pounding noise. Nothing.
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Once again we resumed our chat...the pounding began again and this time it was so loud I could immediately recognize it as drumbeats.
WHAM! I'm suddenly standing in an Indian village. DE is standing beside me with an eagle perched on his shoulder.
"DE WHAT THE HELL?!!" I shouted at him.
"SHHHH! Watch" he instructed, more serious than I'd ever heard him before.
It was night. In the middle of this village was a huge bonfire. The tribe sat in a circle around this fire.
From the forest on the edge of the village two rows of braves emerged, their faces painted white, red and black. The were carrying something resembling a travois on their shoulders. I immediately felt absolute dread.
"DE MAKE THIS STOP! MAKE THIS STOP NOW!" I demanded.
"No. It is your time," he replied.
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And then I felt my own death. There's no other way I can explain it. I knew there should be a dead body on that travois and that dead body should be mine.
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At that moment the tribe all stood and began dancing around the fire, some of them dancing themselves into such a frenzy that they collapsed on the ground. The music they were dancing to seemed almost haunting.
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In the next instant, DE and I were one with the eagle that had been perched on his shoulders. We were soaring above a canyon and beneath us I could see a thin river of blue. I could feel the wind currents moving through our feathers. I felt an exhilaration and freedom I'd never experienced before and I realized this is what "death" felt like! I had not a care about anything earthly whatsoever.
WHAM! I was back at my computer. My friends were shouting at me "Patty! Answer us!" They said I'd been "gone" for 6 minutes, mumbling something about an Indian village. I was trying to explain what had just happened when the drumbeats began a second time.
WHAM! I was back in that same village. This time a young brave stood in front of whom I assumed was the chief of the tribe. This young brave was wrapped in an ankle length cloak of eagle feathers.
From a lodge to my left a young woman emerged dressed in what I took to be ceremonial garb. She walked toward the man in the eagle cloak. As she did, he opened the cloak to receive her, then wrapped it around the both of them. The chief began speaking and I realized I was watching a wedding ceremony.
WHAM! Back at my computer again. This time my friends were even more frantic, saying I'd been "gone" for a full 8 minutes. I hadn't even time to gather my wits about me when the drumbeats began a third time.
WHAM! Now I'm inside a lodge. DE is nowhere to be seen and yet I know he's standing right outside the lodge. The woman I'd seen married is in labor. What I took to be a holy man or a medicine man was chanting over her, sprinkling some kind of dried herbs on her. An older woman was present to deliver the baby. She had a baby girl.
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I walked out of the lodge to the waiting DE.
"Who's the baby?" I asked.
"Don't ask dumb questions you already know the answer to," he scolded.
In truth I didn't know who the baby was but I could tell DE was in no mood to trifle with so I let it go.
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WHAM! I'm back at my computer. By this time my friends were scared to death and had called a Native American friend of mine into the chat. I explained to her what had just happened.
"Doesn't surprise me," she said. "I've seen the groundhog around you for weeks now."
"Groundhog! What does a groundhog have to do with any of this?" I asked.
"It's a sign of death and rebirth," she explained. "You just went through the Ghost Dance. Your psychic abilities will be greatly enhanced now."
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She turned out to be right. They were so enhanced it actually scared me to the point I quit reading people for months.
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But things were about to get more weird yet.
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One of the gals who'd been in chat that night contacted me and said "There's this gal in Australia you need to talk to! Her name is Angi. She just described to me what she experienced and it sounds just like what happened to you!"
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Angi and I did connect. She did not have an OBE as I did, she had her experience in a dream. And it was the same as mine right down to the smallest detail. She even had hers the same night and time as I had my OBE.
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Angi contact me a couple of days later.
"You have to listen to this!" she said.
"HOLY SHIT! That's the music from my OBE!" I yelled.
"Yeah, same here. And guess what it's called!"
"What?"
"Ghost Dance."
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Here's the music we both heard. Notice how the tribe is gathered around a fire, gets up and starts dancing the Ghost Dance in a circle, just as I saw in my OBE - before I even knew the Ghost Dance existed.
Who was the woman that died, then married and had the baby girl? They were all me, going from one incarnation to the next. DE had said "It is your time" because I had to learn "death" doesn't exist and that the process of "dying" was nothing to fear whatsoever.
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It would take me years to unravel the entire puzzle DE/Jmmanuel had laid in my lap that night. But then he's notorious for cramming 50 messages into 1 that can take seconds to years to decipher.
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I would make him a video as a kind of thank you to him and basically to ask "Do I have this puzzle all pieced together right?"
I put symbolism into that video that even not I was aware of when I made the video! I blew my own mind away as Jmmanuel revealed more and more to me.
The Tribe of Dan was the original earth Angelic seeded bloodline. It would become Jmmanuel's own bloodline in the centuries to come.
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From Project Mannequin by Milab, James Casbolt (aka Michael Prince):
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 travelled 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 travelled to France where they were the Merovingian Priest-Kings and other French Royal lines. From France they travelled to Scotland, Ireland and America. They were known as the ‘Tuatha De Danann’ in Ireland and Celtic clans, such as the ‘Campbells’ in Scotland.
The eagle is one of their symbols.
[My note: The eagle symbol later being hijacked by the NSA]
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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."
The symbol of the Angelics is the eagle and they are the royalty of the cosmos.
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And in the years to come I would discover I was part Native American myself - Lakota Sioux.
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It's amazing what an OBE can reveal.