ALIEN MIND CONTROL DURING ABDUCTIONS
By Paul Schroeder
Relaxation techniques, slowly bought him to an altered state; under hypnosis, a series of subconscious motor reflexes, a twitch of a different finger cemented a conversation with the body, not the mind.
The thumb, indicated “Yes”, the middle finger, “No”, the pinky, “I (can’t) won’t answer”.
This technique would confront repressed fear, avoidance, or directives to forget, and allow direct conversation with the unconscious.
By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell asleep.
Doctor : “Let’s begin; can we talk about his bad dreams?”
Priest: (film shows quick flash of thumb;) “Yes”
Doctor: “Go back to the day the two puppets floated outside the window, and, below consciousness, recall what happened, that afternoon. Show me that you begin by moving the “yes” finger, and the end of that recall by moving the “no” finger.”
Priest: (film shows “yes” and “no” twitches)
Doctor: “Good; started and ended. Is there any unconscious, additional information, the father has not remembered concerning that afternoon?”
Priest: (finger twitches quickly with the “yes” thumb movement)
Doctor: “What happened?
Priest: (increasing stress) “I don’t want to answer digit”, pinky, signal.
Doctor: “No? You don’t want to tell me? Fine, can you talk to me orally, tell me what you’re feeling?”
Priest: (more negative finger) Movements with agonized breath.
Doctor: “You refer to this as October, 2012.
Priest: Film records positive finger movement
Doctor: “Freeze the scene and see part in full frame; like a snapshot?
Is it okay?”
Priest: Film shows a “yes” twitch.
Doctor: “A still slide projected on a faraway screen; you’re up in the projection booth watching the father in the theater.”
Priest: “As I was looking through the window, the eyes looked back.
The eyes are not normal.”
Doctor: “Look closer; what else do you notice?”
Priest: “The face doesn’t have any teeth, it’s not a normal face. It’s gone, now.”
Doctor: “Feel the relief that the face is gone. Now I have a question for your unconscious to answer by finger movement.
Has any harm been done to the father during the faces’ presence?”
Priest: (records a quick “no” answer)
Doctor: “Now what happened, later, that night, when you felt, sensed something by your bed?
Priest: Head is shaking “no” and the finger movement is saying “yes”, softly; “They took my clothes”, sadly “They took my priestly vestments”.
Doctor: “Who did?”
Priest: Very agitated, legs twitching, shoulders twitching. His head shook on a negative reaction.
Doctor: “Is the “no” for then, or now? You keep shaking your head “no”.
Priest: “For now”.
Doctor: “You don’t want to talk about it?”
Doctor: “Do you want to remember it when you come out of trance?”
Doctor: “Do you want to remember it some other day?”
Doctor: “Below consciousness, I want to ask your hand some questions. ”
“Hand, in the course of that encounter, did the father leave the house?”
Priest: Thumb, positive finger response, “yes”.
Doctor: “Was he removed from the house?”
Priest: (another “yes” response)
Doctor: “Would it be all right for him to remember the things that happened?”
Priest: (an animated “no” response)
Doctor: “Without him reliving the experiences, would it be all right for him to remember what he saw?”
Priest: The little finger jumps repeatedly with “I don’t want to answer” response.
(Slowly, aloud) “I want to see what happened.”
Doctor: “Repeat that, please, say it again”.
Priest: “I want to see what happened”.
Doctor: “To avoid reliving; you do not have to relive the experience, speak of the priest as “He”, it is not you, but a picture”.
Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness..
Powerful awe, love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.
Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed, a staircase in multicolored woods, forces a religious awe, which courses through his brain to thrill him, a tsunami of reverent awe, for the dazzling wood patterns, the unknown artist-architect, overwhelms and distracts him, a gifted psychic tug attempt to get him to forget what he has seen outside of the craft’s window.
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for me, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL I saw aliens float me out of my body, in my bed, at night.