One of the worst freak out's Naz (posing as DE) did to me during my awakening was the

Ghost Dance Out Of Body Experience. He not only freaked me the hell out, he sent my friends into an absolute panic.

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My friends and I were audio chatting one night when I began to hear a faint pounding noise.
"Do you guys hear that?" I asked.
"Hear what?" they replied.
"That pounding noise."
"We don't hear any pounding, Patty."

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The pounding stopped and we resumed our chat. A couple minutes later the pounding began again, louder this time.

"You guys really don't hear that pounding noise?" I asked again.
"NO PATTY! We're not hearing any pounding noise."
"I'll be right back. Maybe a tree branch is hitting the side of the house or something."

There was no tree branch hitting the side of the house. I couldn't find anything that would be making the pounding noise I was hearing so I returned to my computer. We'd just begun chatting again when the pounding started again! This time is was loud enough that I could tell it sounded like drumbeats! 
"What the hell? You guys really don't hear that?"
"You hittin' the bottle over there, Patty?" they laughed.
"No I'm..."

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WHAM! I'm standing in a Native American village. DE is next to me with an eagle perched on his shoulder.
"DE! WHAT THE HELL!" I hollered.

"QUIET. Pay attention."

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There was a bonfire raging in the middle of this village, the tribe was seated around it. From the woods bordering the encampment came two rows of braves, carrying what appeared to be a travois of some kind on their shoulders. Their faces were painted black, white and red.

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"DE, what the hell. What's the travois thing..."
"SHUSH!"

I looked at the travois thing again and suddenly I FELT DEATH. The travois was for my dead body!
"DE YOU MAKE THIS STOP! YOU MAKE THIS STOP NOW!"
"No. It is your time."

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And suddenly I'd died. DE and I had become one with the eagle, soaring through the sky. I was seeing everything through the eagle's eyes, could feel the wind blowing through our feathers. I felt a freedom I'd never experienced, had not a care in the world. I was completely at peace.
It was like the lyrics of the John Denver song..."I slipped the surly bonds of earth."
I could see the canyons below us, a tiny ribbon of a river winding through them. It was incredible!

And suddenly I was back in the Indian village. There was now a kind of very rythmic music playing to drumbeats and the tribe was in a circle, dancing feverishly around the fire in an unusual sidestep.

Then I was back at my computer. My friends were yelling "Patty! Patty talk to us!"
"I'm here," I answered.
"What the hell just happened to you? It was like you were just GONE for nearly 5 minutes and you were mumbling something about an eagle and Indian village and soaring over a canyon!"

 

I tried to explain what had just happened when the drumbeats began again.

WHAM! I'm back in the same Indian village. The chief of the tribe was standing there. A brave stood beside him, wrapped in a cloak of eagle feathers that nearly touched the ground. To my left a young woman emerged from a lodge and walked toward the brave. He opened the cloak of eagle feathers, took her in his arms and wrapped the cloak around the 2 of them. The chief began saying something in Sioux. I realized I was watching a wedding. I have no idea how I knew that, I just did.

Then I was back at my computer again. My friends were more frantic this time, saying I'd been GONE for a full 8 minutes. "What the hell is happening with you, Patty?"
"I don't know," I said. "One minute I'm here at my computer desk and the next minute I'm in this Indian village! I think I just witnessed..."

The drumbeats began a third time. WHAM! Now I'm inside the lodge where the woman I'd just seen married is about to give birth. DE is nowhere to be seen but I know he's standing right outside the lodge entrance. A holy man is chanting and sprinkling some kind of dried herbs(?) over the woman, who's in hard labor. An elderly tribeswoman is delivering the baby.
It's a girl.

I walked outside to DE. "Who's the baby?" I asked.
"Don't ask dumb questions you already know the answer to," he said.

With that I was back at my computer again. Now my friends were beyond frantic. They claimed I'd been GONE 10 minutes that time and were so frightened they'd track down one of my Native American friends to try to figure out what was going on.
I explained to her what had happened.

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"I've seen the groundhog around you for months now," she said.
"What's a groundhog got to do with anything?" I asked.
"It's the sign of death and rebirth. You died and were reborn as the baby girl you saw. You went through the Ghost Dance. Your psychic abilities will be greatly enhanced now."

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She was right. I was a strong psychic before the Ghost Dance OBE. Now my abilities had doubled - to the point they scared me. I quit reading people for a full 6 months before I found the courage to try to read again. We tracked my accuracy rate at 97% accuracy. A professional psychic normally has an average accuracy rate of 76%.

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A few days after my Ghost Dance OBE one of my friends who'd been in our chat that night told me "You have to talk to this gal in Australia! Her name is Angi. Patty, she had an experience that sounds exactly like yours!"

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I got in touch with Angi and we compared notes. Our experiences were identical down to the smallest detail. Her experience had been a dream unlike my actual OBE. We even experienced them on the same night, down to the same minute.

 

A few nights later, Angi contacted me. "You have to listen to this!" and began playing a video for me.
"Holy shit!" I yelled. "That's the music from my OBE!"
"Yeah, mine too. Guess what the name of the song is."
"What?" I asked.
"Ghost Dance."

The following video shows the only 1894 surviving footage of the original Ghost Dancers and gives you a bit of history about the Ghost Dance. It was indeed a dance of death and rebirth, Native Americans believing the Ghost Dance would bring back the spirits of their deceased ancestors, who would rid the land of the whites and "rebirth" the Native American's way of life.