12 Two: Great Seal of the Galatic Federation

By Jack Herbert Fletcher OM

Ninety percent nonfiction with witnesses. Coming from the stars and healing the blind. Appearing in multiple places at the same time.

He comes with plans from the future--to build a machine that vaporizes pollution and also allows travel beyond the speed of light.

12 three will continue explaining the importance of 12. About the author. An ancient soul perceiving planetary peace.

Thank you very much, Fletcher.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887634104

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Title

Copyright

Introduction

Bill

Rainbow Family Tribal Gathering

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12 Two

Great Seal of the Galatic Federation

Jack Herbert Fletcher OM

Copyright © 2023 Jack Herbert Fletcher OM

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

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First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2023

ISBN 979-8-88763-409-8 (Paperback)

ISBN 979-8-88763-410-4 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

To my friends who have passed on

12 Two is dedicated to the Hopi Nation.

Introduction

The next planet we found seemed uninhabited, so we split up into four groups to search for a group of peaceful people.

Other than one person teaching a small group, there was only one tribe not at war.

We spent most of our time teaching the tribe. We sent one member to teach one person.

On the way there, the lead ship with the thirteen of us kept our memories and consciousness. Everyone else was in the mother ship. They were clueless vets; we seeded them all over the planet.

I am here as an ordained Melchizedek healer, the highest of the high.

My father, Ralph, was in charge of the company selling stone—making government monuments and headstones for Vietnam. He had not taken a salary for five years.

I spent my summer with him. By observing the company process, I found ways to save money. In the mill, a stone would be moved thirteen times, yet I was able to change that to seven. Also, stones were moved a mile from the quarry to the mill. I changed that to a one-quarter mile.

All the changes proposed added up to a savings of $250,000.

Ralph called a meeting of his other sons and secretaries, and at the end of it, they voted me in as president.

I refused at age 12 because I wanted to finish my schooling.

Bill

At this time, it was very hard to get to sleep. Between 1:30 and 2:00 a.m., Bill was on the local radio, WFEA. He spent this time reading Buddhist texts.

I adopted one breathing exercise that was supposed to enable me to do anything I pleased. It was slow at first.

Breathing in at a count of three and holding to a count of four and then exhaling to a count of five and holding to a count of six, just in the beginning, put me asleep. The ultimate plan was to start or build up to a seven-hold fight, exhaling nine, then holding ten, and repeat.

It took a while to get that far, but the beginning put me asleep. On the third night, I found my consciousness three feet above my body! I met Bill decades later.

Sharon was originally my sister Ann's friend; as she would come by to visit, we took a liking to each other.

We spent time waiting for her dad to come home. He worked late as a supervisor at a local brewery. The union would not let him work, so all he could do was drink. Every night his fellow workers would bring him home soaking wet. He would fall into the vat of warm beer and pee. I did not drink that brand for many years.

Some nights we would go parking on dirt roads in the area until the cops interrupted us in the back of my station wagon.

It was getting cold, and I said, Let's go to Florida. We went to the Keys—to a nude beach where the water was beautiful. One night, a snake man woke us up with a snake in his hand. We slept in the other direction. The word was out that there was to be a gathering there. Sharon did not like Florida, so I took her home.

Two weeks later, I returned, and the gathering had been moved to the Everglades. It turned out that two guys broke into a chicken coop and took two chickens, cut off the heads, drank the blood, and ate the rest raw. Then I headed to the Glades.

I was two weeks late, so most of the one hundred folks had left. Rabbit had set up a sweat lodge next to the canal. Crazy Tony was the first to go over to the gator and rub its belly and also