BAD LUCK ISN’T BAD KARMA

“IF I DIDN’T HAVE BAD LUCK, I WOULDN’T HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL”

By 

(Author’s note:  the title is  from a Rodney Dangerfield routine..)

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You have certainly heard it said, that in our lives’ destinies, “All IS WRITTEN”? 

According to  reputable and gifted psychics, our lives are carefully planned by our spirits, beforehand, that we assemble spirit helpers and spirit guides, in Heaven,  to accompany us, long  before we jump into another womb’s prenatal body,  for yet another lifetime.

Life,  they assure us, is a series of pre-programmed events staged with proscribed boons and travails, specifically designed to grow us spiritually closer towards God, a God who gives us myriad  incarnations, to hone and perfect us.

Earth is our ‘school’.

Even a ‘deja vu’, a moment haunting in its odd feeling, that we’ve ‘ been ‘there’, before’,   psychics say, is precisely such a specially pre-inserted moment, in our blueprint,  a small  odd- feeling- ‘bump’, in time, designed to remind us, unconsciously, that we are assessed perfectly aligned, with our  pre-planned spiritual lessons, in that moment.

How, then, is one to understand spates of bad luck, that stubbornly seem to follow one throughout?

For some of us, and that includes me, day after day, week after week, awful little and large things happen in  doses that nag at us, and seem to resist  greater meaning.

The title’s male comedian, once complained:

“I have the worst luck all of the time; I have no luck at all.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!”:
I miss buses and oversleep appointments lose my wallet and keys, stub my toes,  step in dog poo and bang my head underneath cabinets.

“Just yesterday, I woke up, got dressed, and a button fell off; I  reached for a closet door and the knob came off!

I grabbed my suitcase, and the handle came off;…

I was afraid,… to go to the bathroom!…”

 

If  it’s true, that “all is written”, how does one explain annoying and troubling
‘nothing is going right’ periods, that persist?

Many gifted psychics, privately affirm that since  ,’all IS written’, awful bad luck events happen, by no  accidents; aligned with spirit, bad luck, in a continuous line, is commonly backstage- orchestrated.


Large and small bad luck occurrences will happen everywhere, all at once, in one’s life, as a spiritual “sign”, an alert that one is sadly far from one’s prearranged spiritual path.

When one has strayed too far away from one’s Heavenly, towards God,  pre-planned ‘blueprint’, self delineated in intricate fashion,  bad luck will stubbornly continue to manifest.

Then, It’s no coincidence that you lost your wallet, spilled the coffee on the computer keyboard, stepped on the cat, had a bathroom pipe leak down onto the kitchen ceiling, got a flat tire and missed the train and that was only Tuesday!

“Nothing is going right!”, life malfunctions, reveal that something else LARGER at stake, down a long hallway, and somewhere else behind our ‘curtains’, is ALSO not right.


Bad luck in series, is the tyrannical effort of Heaven, specifically,
our spirit guides and spirit helpers, who are more than  just trying to get our attention.

I can actually, at this point hear the known cynics and pernicious doubters yet again exclaim,”Your thesis, to me, personally, is just nonsense!”

What about those people who have one good luck event, after another good luck event follow them?

When one is on one’s correct preplanned blueprint’s spiritual path, ‘everything just seems to go right’?

Yes.

If we are progressing correctly, according to “plan”, then all of the little confluences and connections in our life begin to seem to work, and series of fortuitous coincidences occur like perfect magic:

We catch the bus, right on time, we meet that person we were hoping to see, we gain hope and guidance automatically, from kind strangers,  we find that misplaced thing we searched for, garner the needed finances that we sought ;

wonderful coincidences gather like flies at our mustaches.

Only when one is much too far from one’s self-set goals, does all Hell seem to break loose, everywhere and all at once, repeatedly.



Chronic and persistent ‘bad luck’ isn’t the ‘disease’ itself, but is instead an emergent ‘symptom’, of a disease.

But, can it be all that simple?

After learning this, minor constant misfortunes that never seem to end, rather than blindly depress you, will enlighten and cheer you, because it confirms that our path, is indeed a pre-planned path, and that, “Yes, Virginia, there really IS a Santa Claus,”

on ‘stage’, and ‘behind our curtains’.

Consistent negative synchronicities, are messages and bad luck events, now alert us that we are NOT up on our spiritual ‘toes’.

Ask oneself:

Am I being helpful to others or self-consumed and impish?

Am I forgiving, or nurturing grudges?

Am I consoling someone who needs consoling or am I, not wanting to ‘engage’,  avoiding them?

Am I offering charity to someone in need, or cautiously sidestepping involvement?

Am I being supportive or judgmental?

Am I being loving or impatient?

The cessation of bad luck troubles, relies and depends on one’s spiritual shift- of -perspective, a recognition that will appeal to your spirit helpers and spirit guides.

Be calm.

Listen to something emotionally releasing, like taped wholesome standup comedy; laughing can reset brain chemical imbalances from angst and is a wholesome therapy, instrumental in stopping deepening fugue, about persistent bad luck events..

Large doses of laughter can jump start and stir the cheer of one’s lagging soul .


Essentially, one must recognize those backstage  spiritual influences; a prayer for guidance and enlightenment is now tantamount.

Pray, IN THANKS to your spirit helpers and angels, who do a mostly thankless job, most often, and then, ask them for spiritual assistance.

Prayer, to be put back on the ‘right path’  will suffice, and  then all at once, as though in answer, the confluent series of ‘ bad luck’ events will suddenly abate.

Then, be sure to react with love to the situations that next present themselves, to you.

“Why me?!” is always the wrong question.

“Why NOW?” is more apt.

Bad luck in a series of repeated events means that
we have missed the inner signposts of mercy and patience and forgiveness and are indeed far from our set spiritual goals at that moment in time.

Series of bad luck incidents in our lives are NO accidents .

“All is written” may sound facile and glib, but one’s spirit helpers can and will reach from behind the curtains of Heaven and appear almost tyrannical, as they attempt to fast turn one into another direction, like adjusting a human skillet frying pan by grabbing one roughly, by the handle…..

For we are not humans having spiritual experiences, but spirits, having human experiences.

“Bad karma”,  emanates from spite, jealousy, anger, revenge, theft, greed and manifests in ‘unfinished spiritual lessons’ scenarios around those themes, throughout future incarnations.

THAT , is ‘bad karma’…

But, how to quickly end spates of bad luck incidents?

Prayer, with feelings only of gratitude, strongly helps to bring a message for the cessation of travails, until one’s head is re-screwed on, properly, to extend love, in all endeavors, to others..

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm

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GHOST RESCUE

GHOST RESCUE

By Paul Schroeder
 
(Copyright 2016, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)
<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>
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Sometimes, after abductions, the inter-dimensional door, left open, invites in the “gangster fringe” element of the spirit world.
I have heard astonishing things most unverifiable about Heaven, from ribald odd psychic mediums:
Too heavy smokers retain visibly black lungs, the vain- cosmetic- surgery- addicted, sport disfigured countenances, those too rich, ornate and gaudy, appear homely and threadbare.
According to some psychics, there is an inverse relationship between our aspects, after death, in transition, in an astral world, that mirrors and reflect our damages, foolishness and wrong values, from one’s  life most recently departed.
Who could foresee or imagine such instant spiritually blatant karma-ricochets ?
To skeptics or to the religiously programmed, I assert that the theory that consciousness ends with physical death, has never been proved, to me.
If one examines diverse spiritual phenomena: demonic possession, OBEs, NDEs, hauntings, poltergeists, reincarnation memories through regressive hypnosis, just to mention a few, the undeniable evidence of a spiritual reality looms as obvious as a trout in the milk.
We should all be born with lunch boxes for our stay here, in this school, is short, compared to the eternal spark of God within us that endures.
We step out of our body when we physically die , just as we do step out of our cars and our clothing, and we are no more our bodies than we are our cars or clothing.
Psychics and mediums well know this.
Our spirits, if not stolen by demons or reptilian aliens, or stuck, Earthbound,  move on to one of the very many varied realms of Heaven.

Spirits in beginning transition,  vulnerable to being stolen by reptilian aliens to be recycled, or garnered by demons who collect souls like children do marbles, will often  linger to stay close to us.
Since only our ‘clothing’, or our body’s external shell is buried,
visiting a cemetery is moot, because the loving spirits of our dead  travel with us there, and return from there, with us.
But, Earthbound sinister dark souls, and inhuman diabolical spirits, will persist within cemeteries.
Pregnant mothers are restricted from attending cemeteries by many religions, to offer protection to the unborn, from  opportunistic sinister spirits.
Certain minerals in stones, such as ferrous, jasper, tourmaline and quartz,  carried by some sensitives, can assist, and
can act as a deterrent.
I have also gleaned that The “LIGHT”, into which we enter, to ‘cross over’, at physical death, is not outward and external, but emanates from WITHIN us, at death, a detail overlooked and  unrecognized .
But, what about trapped ghosts?
 In our natural spirit state we are ghosts:
fogs of electromagnetic energy , with memory and a sense of identity.
Ghost-hunters need a glimmer  that spirits who they document,  SHOULD BE rescued; this lack of moral recognition, risks  “depraved indifference”, a  moral crime.
Circus or rodeo’s audiences applause,  watching  abused animals hard- beaten- perform postures unnatural to their natures , is  similarly a ‘depraved indifference’.
Circus and rodeo  lovers, like ghost-  hunters, return to their cars to  leave a chunk of their spiritual evolution, behind..
We get a sure ride to Earth, from Heaven, at birth, but no guarantees for a safe return trip home.
When my psychic prowess began to sputter on, I initially was aware of so many ghosts afoot everywhere, that it made me doubt Heaven’s very existence.
Some human spirits  trapped on this plane, oddly become somewhat animalistic,
Earthbound and lost.
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Trapped human spirits are ‘provoked’ by ghost-hunters to elicit evidences, and are  seen as sport, like an animal abused at a rodeo or circuses.
With ghosts, it’s the chrysalis that never emerges, the cocoon frozen and dead,  a human spirit lost in anguish between life and death,
God’s promise gone unkept,
the return dream to Heaven, deferred..
How and when did I learn that an unseen world exists all around us?
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It blossomed
The feeling of unseen human hands and their undeniable touches on my arms, back and shoulders, with concurrent accompanying psychic disturbances  increased.
At restaurants, often a warm, heavy hand resides on my shoulder, for a moment, with no one observable, behind me, friendly but unsettling encounters.
I  feel symptoms of a dark one, a lost soul/ ghost, who jumps on me, and an energy connection is felt, in that my skin burns and buzzes where I am  touched and connection are made..
Sometimes that awareness crashes crystal clear:
Medusa HeadI recently had a very “odd in- your- face” encounter with a“Shadow Person.”

Sitting at my computer, writing long into the wee hours, the screen’s glow the only illumination in the room, I slowly became aware of a gradual peripheral movement alongside my right cheek, that moved forward into view, to emerge directly facing me.

A black silhouette of a face, illuminated by the neon glow of the computer screen, a side view of a profile of a slim young man, emerged which then quickly turned, to face me straight on.
A full second before I loudly exclaimed and shouted, an involuntary reaction, I could see a slim, thin human face darker than the room’s darkness, fully facing me.
As I have purposefully unlearned fear, the shout was instinctive and only awe surfaced.
But it was a “Shadow Person” up close and intimate.
At one time, in order to block these experiences, knowing that some medications did change brain chemistry to the extent,  to simply put one beyond the reach of such creatures, I tried antihistamines and did indeed manage to stop it all, temporarily.
 I had read that on the Internet and just wanting to feel normal, again, tried it on myself.
I don’t know how it works but it works … temporarily.
But, one can’t live on Benedryll.
Other medications have specifically been developed for people who are troubled by ‘seeing things’, ‘hearing things’ and ‘feeling things’ and these were
pharmacological designed because modern medicine makes no differentiation, no distinctions between spiritual dysfunctions and psychological dysfunctions.
A modern clinician  unversed in such spiritual truths, perceives a child patient who experiences these phenomena as more psychotic than  psychic, certainly not ever a young ‘sensitive’, who has not yet learned how, but must, to  close his energies, to such entities…
I was told by others early on that what I was going through was a blessing.   I did not accept that at the time.
  It has been a tough learning experience for both me and the unseen world.
I once advised a spirit whose hand rested heavily on my right shoulder -I could feel the weight and span of fingers- to “cross over to the other side”-  meaning that other dimension that we all come from and go to, ‘Heaven’.
  After just a few seconds, it obliged my request, by crossing over to my left side, and  good naturedly resting its hand, THERE, on my shoulder..
I deduced that rather than having a rarefied sense of humor,  it likely had no idea whatsoever, what I was referring to…
Another major problem for psychic sensitives, is that of all the spiritual energies, unseen, out there, many are NOT human; some are reptilian alien.
When a demon or juvenile reptilian cruises in, for what turns out to be an extended visit, an onset of the most awful nightmares, unlike any one can imagine, vivid and terrifying, ensue.
Such brilliant diabolical entities refuse rescue and delight in tormenting humans; nothing else except unholy ones could do such violence to mere dreams.
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During such sieges, in spiritual crises, I have had to neatly discard any classic pedestrian Freudian or Jungian explanations as misguided and moot, and instead  to seek metaphysical approaches that do, after a fashion, work.
In self defense,  with heightened empathy for an energy who jumps upon me, I counsel with love and compassion, as one would a lost traveler or lost child.  It could well be you, or me, so lost.
I used to dismiss an unseen touch as though it were a fly at my mustache, or treat it with the disgust or shock that a ghost often elicits.
Then I tried to openly complain to the spirit, that phantoms DO-  fill -the- air – around us, and that although we all come from God, one way or another, some of us  fight  hard,  to return to God.
I relay this to the unseen intelligence touching me, with a lack of fear and with  pathos, as much sympathy as I can muster.
All the while, I am fully aware that it could likely be psychically dangerous, as deeply disturbed as it had been, in its body.
If it ever HAD a body..
If it’s “sticky”, and persistent , I surround myself in a three-feet-around-me violet cloud of love, to dissuade it, in a fashion..
The worst, most predatory and harmful negative energies ‘out there’, for a sensitive to sense, are juvenile reptilians and small dark grey aliens.
They come on like gang-busters,  insistently stubborn and ‘hungry’ for my energies.
When such  painful burning touches apprise me that connections between my energies and dark energies are continuing,  a spritz of incensed holy water mixed with tea tree and camphor essential oils from a plant misting bottle clears the attachment feeling and the onset of mild psychic attack.
I tell spirits who touch me more gently, them that it’s sad and  ironic that God has sent them to me for help,  for I myself, spiritually, am  so often  helplessly lost.
I  tell them that touching people for energy, stealing energy from people,  traps them here, between worlds, where they are subject to bullying or worse, theft, by astral – fierce-predators, afoot.
I ask them to reach higher into their own dimension,  to  ask for angelic help as I do the same, in mine.
 I remind them that since they didn’t die when they left their body, that they cannot  die, and insist that they not steal human energy; humans look  like bright porch lights to them.
Some do not listen, because they still feel so, ‘alive’, though not in their physical body.
The retort I have more than once heard in my skull was:
“How do I know, that YOU’RE not dead!?”
Some, however, do listen.
I ask   rescue beings of light to work to bring  a neighbor, a lover, a child, a former pet, a parent, a friend, a schoolmate, ANYONE, SOMEONE whom they can trust, to bring them over, to the Other Side.
I try not to surround them in a white light , for negative-thought-beings can feast on white light, which is why they go initially quiescent, only to come on, again, later,  like gang-busters.
Visualized purple light, used for self-defense, can also  ‘wash off and cleanse’ the external blackness surrounding a dark spirit, who is half- willing to be rescued.
Such a ‘wash’ of purple light onto such  creatures couched in blackness, always soon reveals a tiny, faint pearl- like light within the dark one,  my proof to it, of God’s creation of it.
Then, ONLY THEN,  bereft of its outer shell of darkness,  and meanness will I send it into a tower of white light, which contains the hidden full color spectrum with gradations of each color  a different dimension of (earned) Heaven.
Some dark spirits can only freely go into red light, or orange light, to find their rightful place, towards their next perfection; all varied colored spiritual destinations, not unlike a rainbow, are contained  hidden within white light.
However, this cleansing and rescue is best and more safely done within a circle of minds, with a psychic-medium also in attendance.
  Creative metaphysics, towards rescues, using just one human mind can be dangerous  as some entities/energies out there, are quite amazingly nasty, brilliant and diabolical.
Self-defense evolved into a changed outlook:
I pray FOR them, instead of for my relief FROM them.
It raises their vibrations and moves them out of the darkness and is appreciated by them and by others, and is considered,”service to the other side’.
I also try to goad them into the finer purpose, of helping me:
I ask them to leave as ‘ Earthbound’ spirits,  travel to the Christ light, and RETURN to me, as cleansed spirits to assist me in others’ rescue.

What usually appeals to  ‘holdouts’,  is  reminding them that nobody  has spoken to them, or  paid any attention to them, for a  long time, except for me.
 With a more humane stance, rarely do they attack with projected telepathic/psychic attacks, in nightmares, or sinister poltergeist machinations .
I have bought some peace and I have done some service to the Other Side.
Ghost-hunters are the front line in this real endeavor, the rescue of ghosts, for in spiritually rescuing others, they can spiritually rescue themselves.

GRANDMA’S RUSSIAN ADVICE

Grandma’s Advice

by Paul Schroeder

Just before my grandmother on my mother’s side died at the age of 95, I whispered a kiss in her ear and thanked her for her wisdom.

One odd piece of advice, that she had taught me when I was a child, I had carried close to my inner ear, all of my life.

It had been an Independence Day warning, borne of a distant Russian wisdom, one that she had whispered to me four decades ago, when I was nine or ten years old, impressionable and the apple of her eye.

The imprecation that I got from her, the warning whispered in my small rapt ear when I was nine or ten years old had been an odd warning that ruled and guided my life, and through angst, had come to define a larger part of what I called my soul.

Her ‘Russian optimism’ for the world, was childhood overwhelming for me.
For her, life was always a cup of optimism, half filled ….. but, with something, that could  likely kill you.

Now, she at ninety-five was far from that woman who in giving advice could be ironic and poetical.

She had used lipstick as a rouge to color her cheeks and then decided that her whole face was of a pallor that also needed color, rubbed lipstick all over her face.

She was quite a shock when I got onto the seventh floor of the retirement home and turned the corner and saw her sitting in a wheelchair, as though apparently waiting for me.

 

She still had her sense of humor.

She earnestly asked with a childlike innocence if I could bring her some new makeup and some big diamond jewelry for her to wear to dress herself up, when I visited her next?

Cautiously, I had asked her, skeptically dubious ;”What type of diamond jewelry?” She had said;

“Expensive, fancy jewelry.”

She labored under the delusion that she was in a hotel in Miami, one that slouched in basic standards;

“The meals at this hotel are terrible, but what is a person to do?”

She did not ever surmise herself to be in a nursing home near the beach in Coney Island, Brooklyn.

A person’s senior mind can lend a type of psychic anesthesia that acts in many ways to protect it from uncompromising and painful truths. .

Now I was an odd adult.

I wanted her to know that I loved her, how her whisper had returned years later as my gratitude.

I had loved to cherish ideas; a rare few philosophers had touched my early soul .

Dr. Seuss had barely competed with grandma.

But, he  wrote : “Be who you are and say what you think, because those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind, don’t matter!”

 

But grandma didn’t recall her similar advice or the small pleasures and agonies of our past.

My other odd philosopher was sitting here in her wheelchair, armed and propped with a pillow/ alarm that would audibly alert nurses in the retirement home if she pitched forward and left her chair’s upright fixed position.

She was different the next time I saw her, the way she used to be ;

” Hello, Paul; sharp as a matzoh and twice as crummy!”

“How come you don’t call your grandma more often? Humph!!”

“Humph;You going to wait until I’m in the cemetery and THEN you’ll visit me?”

“I’m sorry, that you’ll be sorry, but THEN it’ll be too late!”

This was the same verbatim greeting that I had gotten from her over the years over the telephone .  I presumed that I was calloused to it all.

 

It always deeply riddled me with guilt but I never let her know, but instead I saw it rather as a good sign that she was still feeling feisty.

When she successfully aimed ring-toss-Velcro-guilt in my direction, I rationalized, she must be feeling much better.

I quickly tried to change the subject; ” Grandma I remember that boardwalk we can see here in Brighton Beach from a time when you were fifty years old and I was about nine years old and I still remember the good advice that you gave me, back then.”

“What advice did I give you?”

I told her.

It had stayed with me for many years as a token of her wisdom.

“You brought me to you on a bench on that boardwalk, in Coney Island, on a hot 4th of July afternoon, when the whole family was there suddenly hugging and kissing each other,

happy for once, to be all together and happy seeing the fireworks, and then you whispered it in my ear:

“Don’t get too close to people; you’ll catch their dreams,” You told me.

“What?”, she said, so I told her again;

“Don’t get too close to people; you’ll catch their dreams.”

 

“OH!”, she said,”I am VERY sorry, if I ever told you that!.”

“I AM very sorry.”

I reminded her, however, what an impact she’d had on me then.

“That whisper, as a recommended life philosophy, was both poetry and  true and that, your advice, really stayed deeply with me.”

 

Taken to heart, it had allowed me to remain aloof and separate from everyone, as a type of self protection,  to preserve my OWN dream.

 

“She looked at me as though I were some stranger in a dream.

I said it, again;

“Don’t get too close to people, you’ll catch their dreams.”

She was thoughtful and then looked worried.

 

She looked into my eyes.

“I never told you THAT.” …

 

“You shouldn’t get too close, because…”

“Germs”, she said.

” I said that you’ll catch their GERMS.”

“I told you and your sister MANY times;

“Don’t get too close to people, ’cause you’ll catch their GERMS.” she said, again.

 


“And YOU’RE supposed to be the smart one?!””Oh,” she groaned in pain.”
Take me over to the dining room; it’s still too early for the lunch, but I want to get there anyway, early.”

That wrong belief had overshadowed every relationship in my life with an ambivalence and a craving to just be left alone.

If one was alone, one was safe from what people could do to you, I had always reasoned.

But, I had been running away from my own shadow.

Two marriages and a dozen influenza later, I had realized her truth, too late.

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE, WITHOUT ENOUGH BREADCRUMBS, TO GET HOME

DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE, WITHOUT ENOUGH BREADCRUMBS, TO GET HOME

by Paul Schroeder
Part of the alarming nature of the unknown is its mysterious link to the known; I awaken each night to a lewd exhibition of the merging.

I open my eyes and turn to see the digital alarm clock, sitting on the lamp table next to my bed and see: 12:12, and 1:11 am, 2:22 am and 3:33 am and 4:44 am.

This distresses me so badly, upon awakening, that I cannot think; just a wave of panic that SOMETHING is awakening me with alacrity, as the calculated odds of awakening each night precisely at those specific times is astronomically impossible.

The message intended seems designed to throw me off balance and to keep me wrapped in fearful confusion; it lets me know that I am being toyed with but yields no greater insight.

It has taught me that when I sleep I wander amongst monsters and beastly company.

At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, spirit worlds of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you R.E.M., are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like goldfish who never suspect a greater world beyond the pond’s surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality, groping, mouths agape in fish ignorance.
Although the synchronicity of 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, has widely and hastily been attributed to positive or angelic energies, one’s sub-conscious response to hearing a barely audible psychic ‘nudge’ to glance at the clock, just at that time, reveals a fingerprint, a silhouette of an interloper.

80% of the population is so saddled, unknowingly.

It is an unseen attached energy, one who taunts and offers ‘peeks behind the spiritual curtain’, but one who stays hidden.

Nightmares, just as ubiquitous, are demonic telepathic attacks that characteristically awaken one at 3:33, and precisely like the characteristic three scratch marks commonly left on spirit-assaulted people’s arms and legs, are simply a powerful rebuke, of the Holy Trinity, whether one personally believes in that stuff, or not.

I resent the imposed confusion such time synchronizations bring and I think that since most people are too afraid to think about masquerading spirits, or impish deceptive aliens, they too quickly want to assume that it’s angelic prodding,

and the truth is down a long hall and somewhere else.

 

Sometimes after abductions, the inter dimensional door, left open, invites the gangster fringe element of the spirit world; sometimes demons are thrown into the equation as spite work for attempts at thwarting abductions.

 

As my spirituality increases, it appears that I am become more an increasing beacon for dark side entities.
Knocks on walls, pings on overhead lamps, heavy planted pots moving, sounds of animals running across the floor; I have shut all the lights to wander my rooms, in pitch blackness, with awe, to reach out mentally to these offenders.
Creepy, astonishing and most revealing weeks of this, before silence descends; I have unlearned fear and horror.
Phantoms’ energies fill the air around us.

And only some of these negative, intelligent energies afoot, earthbound, are human.

The problem in fighting Jinns, aliens, demons, is that they do not hold the same religious functioning concepts as we do which makes most religious defenses moot .
How do I go about differentiating them?
Reptilians come on like gang-busters, very sharply burning one’s skin where attachments are made, while demonics drape one,  from behind, with overhanging ‘buzzing’ touches felt on both arms, simultaneously, for they hang onto one’s back, to ride one, like a horse.
Earthbound human spirits,  will most generally touch only one arm.

Ethereal cleansing, using running shower water to help me visualize washing dark energy down the drain, is a metaphysics defensive tool that I use to combat the build up of static electricity, and Electro-Magnetic charge connections associated with the ‘touch’ of stubborn, unseen and ‘hungry’ unseen entities.

However, an unseen entity baffled me when, rather than vanishing, it used the water’s energy to partially materialize for a full moment or two to study me, an energy lunch, one who actually resisted, and refused to be nibbled at!

It had drained energy from me, and had burned my skin where its connections touched, and it had also buzzed me within, psychically;

sudden

unprovoked sexual urges, creeping anxiety and negative ideations had surfaced.

 

Under the shower water, however, a creature had actually semi-materialized,

stared me right in the eye, and had blinked and had looked again.

It stood under five feet upright, with catlike slit eyes, and had closely resembled a scaled monitor lizard, in both aspect and in facial structure.

That diminutive reptilian had viewed me with its head tilted, cocked sideways, birdlike; it had piercingly studied me, with an alert raw intelligence that had radiated curiosity. After just a few seconds, the creature had vanished.

But it didn’t leave. Still under the shower’s waters, I had remained frozen, in sheer amazement, having seen a creature, that I had never imagined even existed .

It was similar in construct to the velociraptor creatures, in Steven Spielberg’s film, “Jurassic Park”, in its proprietary as well as bird-like sinister demeanor.

Like those cinema raptors, that short upright reptile had mirrored an intense look of saurian intellect, an almost precise cross, between a human and a reptile.

I had been horrified to see that momentary, inquisitive, immature reptilian alien creature, because it had a long reputation in UFO literature and  alien research as an inter dimensional bottom feeder, a sinister common parasite of human consciousness.

 

These beings see us as,”containers”, to verbatim quote them.

Post abduction, alien abductee depredation, done through implant energy drains and by inserting alien astral attachments, within the layered human psyche towards a goal of eventual possession has widely been reported, an ‘invasive’ parasite of human consciousness, a proprietary in-dwelling, highly technological demonic.

 

Aliens,  thirsty for our endocrines, were likely mistaken as mere vampires in the 3rd and 4th centuries, and astonishingly, raw garlic works as an herbal repellent, just as it is reputed to do so with vampires.

 

They are, it appears, the game wardens of this preserve, that we call ‘Earth’ and just like good game wardens, they do not let the creatures within, suspect that it is indeed, a preserve.
These monitor- lizard-men choose
human young as a preferred diet ; that is, we were never the  ‘apex of the food-chain’.
These beings’ silhouettes repeatedly  emerge as the reptilian masquerade of the O.T.Bible ,’God’, and the clearly depicted ancient reptilian Mayans’ ‘God’, a God who had organized a ‘religion’, that provided him a delicacy, he most desired: that of a still-beating human heart.
The Bible, a compilation of E.T. experiences, with ancient Hebrews, a masquerade of God, by sinister and controlling reptilians, were the elusive and sinister beings who contrived the technological artifice of the Ark of the Covenant, and Hebrew kosher laws, to control precisely what their food source ate.
Seen through this modern lens,
the true God of the Universe,  an all-loving creative spirit,  has always been somewhere else.
Draco reptilians’ masquerade as The Almighty God, deludes us still, as it did ancient tribal people.
Seen through modern eyes, Biblical silhouettes of deceptive Draco reptilian farmers of mankind, with their inherent
cruelty, negativity and murderous  intent, which inundated its scriptures, and harsh laws, is revealed.

Governments, today, can be seen as  paternally loving, to protect and shield the  modern public from that ontological shock, one likely to shatter society, about whose image we were, in truth, created in.
What’s another indigestible realization gleaned by abductees?
That we are time/space woven, and cocooned within a reptilian computerized time matrix, a contrived-‘loop’- time dimension, one elusive and non- revealing, far from the Universes’ objective “reality”.

In truth,  lower Earth animal forms, on this planet, seen as reptiles, amphibians, insects, felines, are mirrored and echoed by the larger alien genotypes and phenotypes, highly technological beings, aliens who long ago, lent their DNA to create this preserve, that we call Earth.

 

We , too, like the ‘synthetic-work beings’,  who we call, “small greys”, are constructs of alien creative meddling,  with reptilian overlords in command.

Imagine a cityscape of people, who have saurian parasites ethereally attached to their spinal columns.

It lends a mind-bending  new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.

 

But, what of my experience with a juvenile reptilian that

 seemed stuck, like astral dog-poo, merged with the bottom of my psychic shoe?

Morning and night, this persistent horrid entity feasted on my energies like an unerring, stubborn yellow jacket wasp,

fancying me like a can of cola at a picnic with the same insect stubbornness. .

Imposed nightmares were vivid and dazzling in the extreme.

It had NOT been human, but had markedly radiated a brilliance of spiteful and curious intellect.

(classic round craft, designed specifically for human abductions)

( round UFOs are for human abductions and pilot predators are reptilian..)

 Using white light as a protection, feeds a meal of an energy lunch to dark force entities;  that’s why they become quiescent.

And that even prayer, like using white light,  can make one an energy luncheon,

as negative-thought-entities, crave  surmounting and overcoming such ‘presented’ challenges.

A barrier of  visualized electric purple light, instead, has a frequency disruptive to dark force entities/energies, but is, however, a difficult color vibrational visualization to sustain.

 

Electric blue, easier to visualize,  has  protective qualities of electric violet visualized around one.
Most people are taught to use “white light”, but  are unaware of the inherent danger.
 My individual reptoid microcosm experience, surely reflects some greater global macrocosm, with these entities and larger mankind.
We are all alone, together.
I have  learned that anxiety is the soul’s natural reaction to alien psychic intrusion;  an entity unseen, prying and opportunistic, has entered your energies to peek within.
The greater the wave of panic the more potent the intrusion and the entity.
 Psychics will experience this anxiety climb, when in the presence of a strong intrusive spirit.

For those who suffer, unknowingly, wrestling with horrid waves of electric anxiety,

This can be tested, simply:

With the next  panic attack onset, forcibly order the anxiety, away, in the name of God, or Jesus, or The Great Spirit, or “The One”, with force; anxiety will  abate immediately .

It will re-surge again, as the entity responds initially to withdraw, but since its nature is sinister, stubborn, and predatory, it will re enter.
Continue to banish it and you’ll see that panic  will cease temporarily with this tool, as they sit down to think this over before they again approach.
It is then that one can realize that  an unseen war, one spiritual, and not that of a personality-psychological-illness-model exists.
Using metaphysics tools and visualizations, to protect one from a dark force entity, that causes raw panic, brings one so far down the rabbit hole, that one fears not having enough breadcrumbs, to find the way back home.
But you will also have by-passed all medical psychiatrists who only would have thrown pills at the symptom, not the cause..
A wave of free floating anxiety  will  instead signal an effort to reestablish a foothold , by the telepathic intrusions of a hitchhiking demonic alien.
When they ‘peek’ inside our minds, the soul’s reaction to such intrusion, is  free-floating anxiety.
Sigmund Freud’s theories of dreams are gone, like so much Austrian fog,  because very vivid
‘dreams’, when one is harassed by such beings, are actually  OBE attacks,  astral psychic tampering by
 an alien demonic’s uncannily canny mental prowess.
Dreams, cannot, under these circumstances, be entrusted to reveal Freudian or Jungian truths.
Astral worlds?
According to ancient hieroglyphic texts, Egyptian rulers and pharaohs, as part of their preparation to assume their Godlike throne, were purposefully asphyxiated and then cunningly brought back, after a fashion of time, by skilled physicians, in the conviction widely held then, that  a pharaoh who had been brought back from within ‘the light’, who had met spirit helpers, dead relatives or angels, could  be trusted to rule with justice and insight and enlightenment, an astonishing ancient criteria for leadership.
We, informed wrongly since childhood about our spiritual reality, are in a religious hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor.
We are someone else’s ‘property’ and ‘creation’,
derived from  naked apes, beings who marry, knot ties and ride public conveyances, our DNA manipulated, over eons, by the reptilian masters of our universe, who created this ‘preserve’, that we call Earth,
good games-wardens, who never let their creatures within, suspect that it is indeed, a preserve.

To the military who ‘know’ all of this, what’s the benefits side, to them, of this reptilian reality, behind our historical and personal curtains?

Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the ability to recreate and reverse engineer:

 

-lasers,
-fiber optics,
-nuclear power,
-cold fusion anti gravity,
-microwaves,
-stealth technology,
-weaponry sabers.

– varied nanotechnology,

-microchips,

-specialized surgical tools,

-cloning-genetic engineering and inter-species bypass techniques

-psychotronics: electronic machines that respond to brain-waves

and most recently a scramble to deduce ‘smart skins’ of craft which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments,

magical technologies, reverse engineered and imitated.

We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, even though he is the complete opposite of the charming, handsome gracious, elevated spirit in film and in book.(“The Day the Earth Stood Still”)

He, in reptilian form and in grey form, instead, clearly sees us in precisely the same perfunctory way, as we see chickens and rabbits.

Skunkworks and the military are setting up advanced tyechnological deck chairs, aboard the Titanic.
POSTSCRIPT:

I force myself to not ‘look up’, anymore, after the ensemble overhead sighting of nine craft, I witnessed on December 1st 1995, and after the concurrent poltergeist and telepathic disturbances and ‘nightmares’ that those ‘unseen’ critters astonishingly ‘pulled’ afterwards. .

They seemed to climb down the psychic ladder of my awe, into my house and life.

The focus on UFOs, the mere craft-Cadillac-vehicles, without mention of the occupant-pilots, or mention of E.T. pilots’ tactics and motives within that ‘sighting’, seems an E.T. clever Jedi-mind-trick, and after reading endless such “sightings” reports, makes me wonder, if there’s even intelligent life, on Earth..

There have been ‘positive’ offshoots :

an ontological shift unfurling God, far from ‘the-UFO- five-books-of-Moses,” and “New Testament”

an exploration of “dreams-that-weren’t-dreams”,

an awakening of spiritual essences E.T.s are addicted to,

adeptness with hypnosis and metaphysics ‘tools’,

and a comparable recognition of the never suspected unseen goodness, also afoot..

without these UFO/E.T. bizarre experiences and their awful suffering, no wind-attempting butterfly, but only an Earthbound-stolid caterpillar spirit , would have endured…

if you simply assure yourself, totally convinced, that you WILL remember, you will begin to recall odd “dream” snippets that for no logical reason, linger, upon awakening.

The simple trick is to play that snippet over, and over, like a tape machine until suddenly, what happened just before or just after , surfaces. In this way, using conscious effort, one can unfurl a larger segment to see through the disguise.

One can self-hypnotize suggestions to oneself to overcome the blockages.

I have spontaneously recalled my episodes without any regressive hypnosis inductions..

How to stop, amend and blunt these kidnappings is what is truly more tantamount than resolving deeper meanings..

 

EPILOGUE:

“For we are fighting with people not made of flesh and blood, but against persons without bodies—evil rulers of the unseen world, those mighty satanic beings and great evil princes of darkness who rule this world, and against huge numbers of wicked spirits in high places. 

Put on all God’s armor so that you will be able to stand safe.” Ephesians 6.

(see below)

see below:

EPILOGUE:
UFO / ALIEN DISCLOSURE QUOTES:
 President Harry Truman:
“I’m not at liberty to discuss the governments knowledge of extraterrestrial UFO’s at this time. I am still personally being briefed on the subject!”
–President Richard M. Nixon:
“I think about how quickly our differences worldwide would vanish if we were facing an alien threat from outside this world. And I ask you, does not this threat already exist?”
–President Ronald Reagen UN address:
“The US Airforce assures me that UFO’s pose no threat to National Security..”
–President John F Kennedy:

“I strongly recommend that there be a committee investigation of the UFO phenomena. I think we owe it to the people to establish credibility regarding UFOs and to produce the greatest possible enlightenment on this subject”
–President Gerald Ford (1966):

Extraterrestrial contact is a real phenomenon. The Vatican is receiving much information about extraterrestrials and their contacts with humans from its Nuncios (embassies) in various countries, such as Mexico, Chile and Venezuela.”
— Monsignor Corrado Balducci:

As stated five different times on Italian TV** (Vatican theologian insider close to the Pope,Monsignor Balducci said that he is on a Vatican commission looking into extraterrestrial encounters, and how to cope with the emerging general realization of extraterrestrial contact.)

“Given the millions of billions of Earth-like planets, life elsewhere in the Universe without a doubt, does exist. In the vastness of the Universe we are not alone.”
–Albert Einstein

“The evidence points to the fact that Roswell was a real incident and that indeed an alien craft did crash, and that material was recovered from that site. We all know that UFOs are real.All we need to ask is where do they come from, and what do they want?”
–Capt. Edgar Mitchell Apollo 14 Astronaut

“In my mind, there is no question that they’re out there. My Career is well established. My texts books are required reading in all the major capitals on planet earth. If you want to become a physicist to learn about the unified field theory-you read my books. Therefore, I’m in a position to say: Yes- Most likely they’re out their, perhaps even visited, perhaps on our moon. – ABC News Quote —
— Professor Dr. Michio Kaku

“We must insist upon full access to disks recovered. For instance, in the La case the Army grabbed it and would not let us have it for cursory examination.”
–J Edgar Hoover

I feel that the Air Force has not been giving out all the available information on the Unidentified Flying Objects. You cannot disregard so many unimpeachable sources.”
— John W. McCormack, Speaker of the House of Representatives of the United States. January (1965)

“UFO sightings are now so common, the military doesn’t have time to worry about them – so they screen them out. The major defense systems have UFO filters built into them, and when a UFO appears, they simply ignore it.”
–Lee Katchen (former atmospheric physicist with NASA)

“Let there be no doubt. Alien technology harvested from the infamous saucer crash in Roswell, N.Mex., in July 1947 led directly to the development of the integrated circuit chip, laser and fiber optic technologies, Particle beams, Electromagnetic propulsion systems, Depleted uranium projectiles, Stealth capabilities, and many others! How do I know? I was in charge! (A matter of public record)I think the kids on this planet are wise to the truth, and I think we ought to give it to them. I think they deserve it.’
–Colonel Philip Corso

 Army Intelligence officer, former head of the Foreign Technology at the U.S. Army’s Research and Development department at the Pentagon.
Four years director of intelligence on President Eisenhower’s White House National Security Staff
Bio:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night.

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul.

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven.

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.

A DOORWAY FOR DEATH: PARANORMAL MIRRORS

Paranormal Mirrors, A MIRROR Doorways For Death..

by Paul Schroeder
“Mirrors are the doorways through which Death enters the world.
Stare long enough into a mirror, and you will see Death at work.” — Jean Cocteau.

I received a letter from a man with a haunted mirror, who was seeking a solution to the ghostly presence troubling his sleep with nightmares and his waking mind with disbelief and trepidation:

“My floors creak all over the house.

 

Sometimes at night, I hear creaking when no one is up. 
I sometimes see shadows as well but I thought those might be hallucinations from lack of sleep. 
I glanced up and noticed what looked like a face in a large bedroom mirror we have.
It looked like someone had drawn a detailed picture of a scruffy man on the mirror.

It had no colors; it was basically what it looks like when you smudge your finger on clean glass.

 

That man now comes and go’s. 

He seems to come out of and back into that mirror.

 

I have heard noises come from the mirror and quite often cold just emanates from its surface.

I have seen images in this mirror of the man.

When my family saw me take this out of the attic all I heard was, “Oh No” or “I thought you got rid of that thing, years ago!”

I guess the resident of the mirror decided to honor me with an appearance when I was snapping the pictures. ”

 

The  ghostly man in the photographs looked tortured and frightened, just like the man who had written me seeking help.
(from a communique) 

 He had, he had written me, brought that mirror into his house in September of 1998. 

His brother – an interior decorator – had found the mirror in the attic of a house that was being renovated.

He had given the mirror to Robert M., because he knew his brother liked antiques.

The owners of the renovated house knew nothing of the people who had lived there before them and could when contacted, shed no light  upon the mystery of the haunted mirror and the desperate and creepy face trapped and concealed behind its looking glass.

Through the looking glass, is sometimes capable of being another dimensional world.

From a reader (Nancy Smith):

“My daughter for many years hated mirrors, for her they were portals, no doubt about it. One day in junior high at her school, a young girl that had killed herself in that bathroom, which was later confirmed in a confidential conversation with me by a school teacher, spreading blood trails across the wall, appeared in the mirror.

This of course was a horrific experience for my girl, who NEVER went to the bathroom again at that school, those kind of memories tend to linger long after the experience.

She has had other ghostly encounters with mirrors, and doesn’t like them in her room. All I can do is offer an ear and a shoulder ..”

Mirrors have throughout ancient history long been suspected of having magical qualities, and

inter dimensional attributes. 

Mirrors visualized, in one’s mind, surrounding one, protectively, can have the same evil spirit deterrent effect as physically having mirrors that face doorways; it is believed that the troublesome entity entering, sees itself , to then be saddened, and to be repulsed, by its own sheer ugliness, its  demonic unholiness, enough to avoid entering, again, to yet do more mischief.

Surely you must have heard about many people who have seen a ghostly person in a mirror, a phantom person they couldn’t see when they turned around?

That’s is surely one of the scariest experiences that one can EVER have when it comes to mirrors and seeing ghosts’ presences in a house.

 

 

Mirrors remain a mystery as to how spirits can be seen through and by them, but not be detected visually, more directly.

Mirrors that are haunted, can be ofttimes portals into another close-by dimension and are therefore considered, by some, to be dangerous.

Mirrors can act as a doorway that allow the gangster fringe element of the spirit world access and egress to our lives, and all the while, we are unaware.Medusa HeadMany religions and cultures retain some remnant wisdom of mirrors as doorways, portals to the paranormal, in that these cultures, today, require that one quickly cover all mirrors in a house of the recently dead, especially one of a close friend or a beloved relative.

Many believe that one must cover mirrors with sheets, towels or covered white with rubbed soap, after someone has died in that dwelling and  if their image was once reflected in that mirror.

The recent dead’s, often likely confused spirit, now a wandering spirit and still present in those rooms, must be persuaded to go on to its rest, for it is held that

if the ghost sees its reflection in a mirror, it will instead persist to stick around, convinced to the contrary, that it is most certainly, still alive.

Folklore thousands of years old, led one to believe that the mirror can and will also capture  that dead person’s soul, thus preventing its entry into the light of heaven.

Some ancient oral traditions state that the Devil invented mirrors just for this specific purpose, to deter and mislead ghosts.

“Mirror … Mirror on the wall you make my skin creep and crawl. Who’s the ghost that resides within?… The spirts of the dead, the lost or my next of kin! ”

Since ancient times, mirrors were said to have odd magical powers, including the power to foretell the future and were once considered devices of the ‘gods’, which we stole, and then mistakenly tried to copy.

 

 

Bad luck, it was said, arrived by  breaking such a haunted mirror:

Breaking such a mirror, it was believed, would end its powers to retain trapped souls and would release the gangster fringe element of the spirit world, into our reality, to bring untold miseries and misfortunes upon the one, whose reflection it had last held.

A mirror could, it was said, also damn an already trapped spirit to a glassy Hell, that only the Devil himself, knew existed.

Mirrors are odd visual doorways in that one can see one’s reversed face in the mirror as well as the entire room also reversed behind one in the background.

That mirror is not mere glass, but is also an open doorway into that visible space.

 

Birds, thus deluded, will try to fly through a mirror, or through a shiny glass window reflecting the sky, similar to the way ghosts are deluded.

All IS ENERGY

Some cultures see mirrors as nighttime hazards to our spiritual energies.

Japanese Feng Shui holds that any mirror facing the bed releases destructive feng shui, and that

any large mirror facing the bed directly will deplete your astral energy, over time, when you oddly and especially need it the most, at nighttime, when your body is genetically programmed to do repair work.

Mirrors, they believe, allow entities entrance to your sleeping form and act directly, to drain you of energy.

You thus awaken more exhausted, than you were, before going to bed, for

your spiritual energy drained, goes on to cause bodily somatic diseases.

Japanese energy scholars, who tout the importance of unseen flowing energy through one’s house and one’s body, state that any mirror facing your bed is also said to bring the energy of an unwanted third party, a marriage-breaker- into your most intimate relationship.

In feng shui,

a mirror which faces the bed is most destructive if it reflects your body while you are in bed.

Remedy the situation with a mirror which is

reflecting your bed, and find a different spot for it.

One can also use mirrors to improve the feng shui in own’s home.

Mirrored closet doors can be disarmed with simple draperies/curtains that can be closed at night over the reflecting glass.

This system allows positive mirror energy in daytime to get all the light and freshness for the bedroom that mirrors can provide, and at nighttime, allows one to close the curtains that cover the mirrored closet doors that face the bed..

The entrance vestibule of one’s house is tantamount, in feng shui energy flow teachings.

It is the place where one lingers when one enters or leaves the house and thus

one gets energy from the chi, that is flowing through this space.

If the entrance hall has no doors or windows and is enclosed, then it can lead to stagnant chi.

A mirror, can solve this problem.

From Wikipedia:

“A formerly widespread tradition held that young women gazing into a mirror in a darkened room could catch a glimpse of their future husband’s face in the mirror—or a skull personifying Death if their fate was to die before they married.

Another form of the tale, involving the same actions of gazing into a mirror in a darkened room, is used as a supernatural dare in the tale of “Bloody Mary”.

Here, the motive is usually to test the adolescent gazers’ mettle against a malevolent witch or ghost, in a ritual designed to allow the scryers’ easy escape if the visions summoned prove too frightening.

While, as with any sort of folklore, the details may vary, this particular tale (Bloody Mary) encouraged young women to walk up a flight of stairs backwards, holding a candle and a hand mirror, in a darkened house.

 

As they gazed into the mirror, they were supposed to be able to catch a view of their future husband’s face.

There was, however, a chance that they would see the skull-face of the Grim Reaper instead; this meant, of course, that they were destined to die before they married.

Another form of Bloody Mary starts with a legend with a young woman named Mary, living in a small village in England.

 

She was the most beautiful woman in her village and she spent hours looking at herself in the mirror. Eventually, a young witch grew jealous of Mary and cast a curse on her.
The curse caused Mary to lose all of her beauty and it disfigured her horribly.
One day, Mary cast a spell on her looking glass, and walked through it. She vowed that she would disfigure anyone who tried to summon her back out.
This also involves gazing into a mirror in a darkened room and chanting “Bloody Mary” three times while spinning around”

EPILOGUE:

“ Mirrors are the doorways through which Death enters the world. Stare long enough into a mirror, and you will see Death at work.”

 

— Jean Cocteau.

“When people talk of Ghosts I don’t mention the Apparition by which I am haunted, the Phantom that shadows me about the streets, the image or specter, so familiar, so like myself, which lurks in the plate glass of shop-windows, or leaps out of mirrors.

 

-Logan Pearsall Smith​

The mathematician, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll), posed a child’s honest question about mirrors in one of his best-known books, “Through the Looking-Glass”, that gets at the heart of the reality of the trouble:

 

“Is mirror milk any good to drink?”

HOW TO RECOGNIZE AND SURVIVE A SERIAL KILLER ENCOUNTER

How to Recognize and Survive the Approach of a Serial Killer

by Paul Schroeder
(“There are two kinds of serial killers as far as the victim is concerned: the kind that you don’t see before they pounce on you and the kind you see and don’t expect to pounce on you.
There are many more serial killers living outside the prison walls than inside.”
Pat Brown)

The expression,”serial killer”, denotes the word, ‘serial’, which means, successful killer .

Ted Bundy said that he often wore his arm in a sling to perfectly trap random compassionate women, who traveled to his car door to assist him with his theatrical ‘struggle’ with packages.

These outgoing, caring women were brutally clubbed into his trunk for later torture.

Serial murderers who instead of passion, kill in ‘cold blood’, and  do not know their victims, beforehand, for they kill randomly, purposefully moving from town to town, city to city, without any remote tinge of latent regret or  accumulative  feelings of guilt.

Unlike a murder of marital or  organized crime Mafia passion, there is no plan for a pre- dug grave or a methodical bother to dismember the corpse.

They make no attempt to hide the bodies of their victims.

They  stop on a deserted road and open the hood of their car to flag down a helpful motorist to kill them with a gun.

Back into the victim’s stolen car, in the next town,

they  lure a child into a car by asking them to help find a lost puppy or by offering them a kitten from a box of kittens, which disarms any child, and then  stab the child to death.

Later that night, they stop at a truck stop to pick up a prostitute to then strangle her afterwards leaving her body on the side of the road.

They remember to be most careful to use a different method of murder, each time to confuse police efforts from various jurisdictions, from establishing an M. O. pattern

that links random killings into a single silhouette, the  fingerprint of a singular serial murderer.

Interstate highways lend a unique anonymous isolation to the mentality that serial killers love and use:

Truckstops are high risk areas, as are truckers, themselves, and especially long off-ramps are  over represented with highway murder deaths, a study of  murder statistics show.

A big, friendly, helpful smile, or a helpful assist from a total stranger, is the last thing one will ever see and one will never see it coming, the guise of

serial killer psychopaths .

These serial killer psychopaths travel from state to state blithely killing random people, leaving corpses on roadsides the way that we leave cigarette butts, without a single afterthought ,

psychopaths who from childhood, have had  their consciences, all of their lives, sit in the corner, like a well trained German Shepard .

There is an unspoken spiritual truth, and it is that

such serial killers are demonically, Dark Force Entity possessed, humans.

Unlike unpossessed people, such Dark Force Entity humans do not return  to Heaven, our truest dimension, when they die, but instead are ‘shuttled’ through another and darkest ‘door’, directly back into another human fetus to reenter our world again.

Unlike most of us, who spend  time in between lifetimes, to garner spirit helpers and spirit guides, to prepare us for each arduous successive incarnation, serial killers enter back into this harsh world without a written ‘blueprint’, without spirit helpers and without  protecting angels.

These dark souls do again return to become serial murderers,


killing a long series of  innocent, unsuspecting people and as such theyall manifest the same three exact, precise signature evil  traits of demonic Dark Force Entities: sinister, predatory and self justifying.

Such”psychopaths”, possessed and guided by demonic entities within,

cannot be reformed or changed.

There is nothing that one can ever do to change such a Dark Force Entity in  human form.

It is good advice that one should avoid them, sidestep them, and never attempt to tackle them head on.

But one CAN recognize and survive an encounter with such a serial killer predator, by

taking careful notes from serial murderers who have explained their ‘trade-craft’

( from Internet unknown source):

” Trust your intuition:

Do not ignore your instincts or intuition.

You have likely recognized something indefinite that spells out danger, and your mind has not caught up with your recognition – you do not yet perceive how to dissect it logically.

This is intuition.

If something does not feel right, then it is not right.

Never ignore such inklings; do not be embarrassed to change your mind in front of a stranger or have fear of being rude.

It’s better to be rude than dead.

Under no circumstances get into the Car:

Once victims get into the car, few return alive and are later found dead at a secondary crime scene.

Whether you’re helping some stranger carry a package to the car, being offered a ride, or having someone else near your car, they can all end with you being murdered.

The presence of a baby seat or children’s toys in the vehicle – or even children themselves- are tools that a serial killer uses to mentally disarm victims.

The Green River Killer, Gary Ridgeway, once returned to a body dump site to have sex with the corpse of one of his victims while his son slept in the vehicle.

– Serial Killer Warning Signs of Entrapment-:

A Pretended injury/weakness:

The murderer makes a huge effort to let you know that he is physically weaker than you.

He may stumble and drop packages

“Please help me carry this to my car. Ever since my spine injury, I can hardly move.”

He may wear a cast or walk with a cane in the Ted Bundy method, to trap his victim.

Too much information:

The murderer will give you too much unnecessary, detailed information:

“My sister has a sweater just like that. She was living in California but she moved home last year. Her boyfriend gave it to her for Christmas, but afterward they broke up …”

When such a serial murderer is telling a lie, though it sounds credible to you, he often has little confidence in his talking-trap method and will tend to add too much detail, more than necessary to support it.

This ruse of details makes a serial murderer seem less a stranger and appear more familiar than he really is.

The un requested promise:

“Just one drink and then I will take you home, I swear!”, when you never asked him to promise you anything.

Sudden unsolicited promises can be a sign of an underlying sinister agenda.

Friendly authority:

The stranger projects some kind of non threatening authority:

“I’m the security guard/ the park ranger/ a police officer.”

“You didn’t see the signs; this is closed. I’ll escort/drive you out of here.”

‘You shouldn’t be alone here; we are on the lookout for a serial killer in this neighborhood. Get in and I’ll drive you out of here.”

No law enforcement official would tell you that there was a serial killer, for

they avoid giving outside knowledge TO  ANYONE of an ongoing case for media avoidance purposes.

Some serial killers come tricked out with police identification and police-like vehicles.

Insist that he call a uniformed backup if you did nothing wrong but are being “arrested.”

Challenging your personality:

The killer labels you, in a critical way, hoping that you will attempt to prove them wrong, “You’re too weak to help me lift this box into the back of my van.”

“You’re not frightened of me, are you?”

Teaming:

Often a killer will manipulate you to “team up” with him.

You and he instantly become a “we” – “I hate drinking alone, I know a great place we can go to up the road.”

“I’m going there too, we can get there in my car.”

This attempt to bond with you is a way to quickly establish a familiarity.

Imposed obligation:

A serial killer will impose his help on you, hoping that you will feel obligated to help him back.

“Let me help you carry that to your car” will lead to “Can you give me a lift to the corner?”

You leave your home to find your tire flat.

“Let me change that flat tire for you” will be followed by “May I come inside to wash my hands?”

But he WAS the one who punctured the tire in the first place.

Having already accepted his help, he hopes that you feel bad enough to refuse a request like that.

Once inside, you’re a murder victim.

An appeal to a feeling of being vulnerable:

“Help me find my lost puppy before it gets away too far.”

“I need to drop off this medicine to an elderly person upstairs, but I can’t legally park here; just come and sit in my car while I run in for five minutes?”

“My little girl is missing, will you help find her?”

– Not taking,” no”, for an answer-A classic murderer’s tool.

No matter how many times you say, “That’s okay, I don’t need your help,” the stranger insists on helping you.

If you give some weak excuse or sound unsure, he will persist.

Do not be afraid to be loudly blunt and rude: “I said, NO! Go away! I do not want your help!.”

Many are loquacious and charming, but it’s only a ‘tool’ to conceal a demonic intent:

“I’m the most cold-blooded sonofabitch you’ll ever meet,”  said Ted Bundy.

“I just liked to kill, I wanted to kill.”

The signature symptom of the psychopath is his inability to see others as worthy of compassion.

Victims thus become dehumanized, “flattened into worthless objects in the murderer’s mind”.

John Gacy, who never showed an ounce of remorse, called his victims “worthless little queers and punks,” while the “Yorkshire Ripper” Peter Sutcliffe declared that he was “cleaning up the streets” of ‘ human trash’

All of these killings were managed with an initial charming smile, a smile carefully contrived, before a lethal knife or hammer fell.

Would YOU have easily fallen, do you suppose, for one of these “tricks of the trade”?

Would you have been naturally leery enough to survive such tactics or would you be clearly very prone to an evil stranger’s charm and closeness, to become yet another murder victim?

And many rare victims who survived later said, “But, he was so sweet!”

Sweetness, is not the same as being sweet.

Sweetness can be used as a deadly manipulative tool.

A charming smile can mask the most evil intentions.

Once one is alerted to these uniform techniques employed by many incarcerated successful, serial murderers, one can teach one’s spouse, one’s children, one’s colleagues and one’s easily duped friends, to be much less trusting, to raise their fence higher, around themselves, to prevent them  from becoming  the next victims of a murderer.

One must teach one’s loved ones  to be immediately suspect, of any closehand encounter with a stranger, who pretends a stance of authoritarianism, need, or one warmly disarmingly charming,  widely used  tactics that serial killers rely on.

An approaching car, one that passes close by you, while you are out walking late, in an abandoned hour, or in an empty place like a deserted parking lot, could  easily spell death.

A serial  killer, hidden behind the dark car windows, could , at gunpoint, have you, or your wife or daughter within its interiors, within less than five seconds.

They are everywhere and in transit through small towns; be wary, be aware, beware.

One must be taught, instead, to be poised to bolt, to be alarmed by any car’s or person’s close proximity to one, in a lonely place and moment, and to lose one’s sense of blind trust, or blind faith of one’s presumed safety with a total stranger.

The suspicious always appears “ordinary”, until suddenly, it isn’t.

Can anything be done to change and redeem such serial killers’ dark minds and souls?

Capital punishment for such murderers is spiritually counter-intuitive, because after physical death, they linger on this plane and join together with dark others, to accomplish yet more evil than they ever could have when they were alive.

 

This is yet another salient reason to discard the death penalty, unless and until their hearts finally are shifted..

 

One should always avoid and sidestep them, and never tackle them, head on.

Only God can and will “shift” them, in His own time; until such time, don’t talk to strangers..

TALKING TO HEAVEN, BUT LOST IN TRANSLATION

TALKING TO HEAVEN, BUT, LOST IN TRANSLATION

by Paul Schroeder

Translation trip- ups, are screw-ups, mistakes that can alter reality.

 

President Carter visited Poland, in 1977.

 

Through an inexperienced translator, Carter said,” for your desires in the future”, which instead was wrongly translated as,”your lusts for the future”, and said,
“When I left the United States”, which came out as,”when I abandoned the United States”, mistakes that the press found amusing.
Nikita Khrushchev, gave a speech, at the U.N., during the Cold War, in which he said a phrase, interpreted wrongly in Russian,” We will bury you!”,
which gave cause for alarm to NSA and CIA, when the more accurate meaning was actually,
“We will outlast you!”

 One’s personal destiny, much like history, is also affected by such screw-ups in translation.

 

I had the same interpretive conundrum trying to communicate with angelic beings, spirit helpers and my Higher Self,

for I desperately needed spiritual help, protection against untoward, unpleasant and unwanted paranormal experiences.

 

 I felt that perhaps I could also be able to assist myself, because I  knew fully well that

the human mind, in itself, has Godlike  powers, to alter reality.

The mind, the conscious soul, by sheer force of  will, is able to  alter our  predetermined and programmed  ‘reality’,

 our life- scenarios,  pre-arranged in a blueprint.

This blueprint,  carefully pre-planned by us, our spirit helpers, and guides,  before our birth, is for spiritual learning, within this school, that we call, “Earth”..

But the more that I fervently prayed, with angst, to Heaven to  cease and desist paranormal untoward horrid experiences , the more things got worse.

 I had close encounter sightings of overhead UFOs and  then suffered subsequent abductions by, brilliantly diabolical reptilians, who imposed vivid, nightmares.

My prayers, all my life heard, and responded to,  now failed to elicit  spiritual help.

My mind also failed to translate its power to tell ‘reality’,  to stop paranormal encounters that loomed as dreadful.

I discovered that fearful pleading to Heaven for respite and relief did NOT mean that one had the language to effectively communicate.

Why did things get worse, after  desperately fervent prayer?

Why were my experiences worsening and  my intense requests lost, in translation?

I felt an electric mortal terror of alien critters.

After abductions, I felt harmed, threatened and  wounded.

 My fervent prayers to Heaven’s Hosts for  protective relief  were ignored

I needed access to a more correct language, to reach Heaven’s ears, the spiritual software in spirituality to reprogram my blueprint, while still submerged  in life’s midstream .

But instead,  my  suffering  expressed in focused prayers, made all Hell break loose:

Ghosts, demons, shadow people, poltergeist phenomena, dreadful , vivid nightmares, Out of Body Experiences, and aliens in overhead craft who abducted me.

  I was flirting with an onslaught of inter dimensional bleed-throughs,  and face to face with The Beast of Madness.​

I  agonized over my thwarted  spiritual rights  to demand cessation, seek balance, grounding and  protection, from my angels, my guides, God and my Higher Self.

 But, the more that I worried, petitioned and implored, in despair, to Heaven, to end  bizarre encounters, the more that unholy creatures carrying butter knives, pranced naked, into my bedroom.

The uninvited fully devoured me, at night.

Why does the buttered slice of bread always fall butter side down?

It’s not the weight of the butter.
I herein share a mystic’s revelation,  that took me ten years to discover.

Fearful worrying,  negative energy, manifests those very things, that keep you up at night, worrying about.

Since your energy goes where your attention goes, chronic fearful worry, only brings more wolves, to all of your doors.

Though we are not ever alone in this life, we may as well be, for our Higher Self, spirit helpers, angels and spirit guides, do NOT use the King’s English, in the same way as we do.
Communication from you to them  is interpreted,

not by  words, but by the inner focus of the mind’s emotional energy.

It’s a translation problem, that makes things that you desperately seek cessation from, to continue to manifest in your direct path.
Lost in translation, the spirit world  naturally and wrongly  assumes, that  horrid events, are precisely what you are asking for!
Like trying to avoid a dangerous road obstruction, just ahead, in front of you, while you are driving, your  fearful focused gaze directed at it, only helps you, to hit it.

The translation software apparatus that works  requires that  you never despair, or resign yourself to grief.

Like a weary survivor lost at sea, tired of swimming , in terror, that he will drown, who decides to end his suffering agony, by

 inhaling a merciful  lungful of water, exemplifies how  negative fear and worry bring about ruination.

The  spiritual translation software instead  requires the  swimmer to relax and float, expectantly grateful,
with relief , certain of a wondrous rescue.
However counter-intuitive this may feel, then spiritual help will begin on its way.
 The  translation- language, to reach  those, ‘behind one’s curtains’,  requires one  to

 feel GRATEFUL, THANKFUL, and JOYFUL, as though full relief  has already been afforded you.

 

This  translation program,  however oblique and counter-intuitive, is an emotional software language  which works.
                                   Program translation RULE
Stay positive.
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Shift  from the negative
unhappiness expressed in :
“Oh, MY DEAR God!,  I beg you, PLEASE help me with——–!”,
to:
“THANK YOU, GOD, for your wondrous help in successfully keeping all traces of——– forever far away from me!”,
 an inner emotional stance of THANKFULNESS, APPRECIATION, GRATITUDE and RELIEF,

AS THOUGH WHAT YOU DESPERATELY SOUGHT ,  from Heaven,

HAD ALREADY  BEEN DELIVERED TO YOU…

  Like magic,  I was finally able to communicate passed translation bottlenecks, using  emotional relief and deep gratitude, regarding my travails.

 

Rather than send  more wolves, Heaven instead began to perfect a remedy for me.

A spiritual technophobe, slow to learn,  it took me ten years to figure this out.
A prayer request using RELIEF combined with GRATEFULNESS,   gains and re-adjusts ‘the ear’ of our Higher Selves, angels and spirit helpers, who manifest reality for us,  according to the emotional energy focus, of our heart and  mind.
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Paranormal inter- dimensional untoward bleed-through experiences  have  diminished, in ferocity and incidence, as a direct result of this ‘language’ software shift in demeanor, to

lend a new meaning, to the expression, “from your lips to God’s ears” .
God is real, but down a long hall, and somewhere else, other than organized religions’ (and the Bible’s ) wrongheadedness.