Remote Viewing Defense Against Reptilian Aliens, Overlords of Human-Abducting Aliens

Remote Viewing Defense Against Reptilian Aliens, Overlords of Human-Abducting Aliens

 By  Paul Schroeder

I used to firmly believe that we as predators, were at the very top of the food chain.

Then, others like me, who also claimed to be abductees, some of who I met through Budd Hopkins and his house get togethers many years ago told me horror stories about some abductions.

They had seen on-board craft, a Mothman alien race, an ‘in-charge’ being who radiated rage and hatred.

This satanic, diabolical alien being was overlord of many alien races who abduct humans and who pilot UFOS.

Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven feet tall, monitor lizards governed large craft; reptilians who looked upon us as we fancied veal violated our World’s airspace every night…

(graphic: Earthfiles.com)

These abductees had even gleaned what reptoids regular diets consisted of..

Just as bad or even worse there was a spiritual/supernatural element, an ethereal placement of young reptilians along human abductees spinal chords for aural feasting; they trespass interdimensionally as well and tamper with our energies that extend there.

When these interdimensional cloaked unseen creatures violate and intrude within our aural/psychic energies, free-floating waves of anxiety blossom, the human soul’s natural reaction to intrusion; ask any psychic medium.

That explained why so many abductees had such horrid panic attacks and spinal issues, juvenile reptilian spinal attachments tamper with astral energies and causes somatic injuries..

Imagine a whole cityscape with most people walking around with an affixed juvenile reptilian attached upside-down to their spines; it lends a new meaning to a silent invasion.

 

It was a chilling story I was to hear repeatedly echoed.

“Aliens” have long been on and involved with this planet, eons BEFORE mankind showed up in an altered simian form, because reptoid’s selfish and cruel tactics required tampering with our DNA to create us, a naked ape crop to harvest, a simian race who knots neckties and who rides public conveyances.


After a lifetime of abductions and research I have gotten this hard fact from abductees who have actually had their questions answered by their abductors.

It re-framed correctly, at least to my mind, what the ulterior motive, purpose was behind many alien/mankind interaction/visitations.

We are a physical and spiritual crop to be harvested, as we do with lower Earth animal forms..

And it angered me to think how blind UFO sky-watchers and media focus simply on craft, like some alien-Jedi-mind-trick, and  not the intent of alien occupants, within.

It puts one in mind of a Twilight Zone episode called,”To Serve Man”, which neatly summed up man’s importance in the galaxy as a mere condiment.

(Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: “It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel.” p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30)

But Budd Hopkins’ abductees meetings ascertained that older abductees should not worry as our flesh is become too tough, old and tainted with drugs, chemicals and age ; only our very young become simian veal, for reptilian palates.

It makes one want to change, to make an apparent moral decision and assume a vegetarian diet and not ever atavistically revert;

but we too have mouths intended by evolution, equipped with meat tearing incisors…..

Who Could Ever Imagine Such Creatures ?

My abduction recalls were of different entities, also  masters of illusions, ones who tested me in mind-imposed scenarios, of moral dilemmas and survival values choices.

They calibrated souls and assessed minds with  uncanny, telepathic images projected onto the mind’s visual screen (i.e. the optic lobe).

They were tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby cartoon character and often,  politely spoke mind to mind.

Years later, I saw a three foot tall juvenile reptilian entity,  during a shower, under the spray,  close up.

I saw it  partially appear and then slowly vanish, like an elf, and it cocked its head at me sideways, birdlike.

I was at once both horrified and in awe, frighteningly aware of their parasitic, bottom-feeder UFO- creature reputation, gleaned from other abductees.

The adults were winged Mothmen, cat-like eyes, scaled and ceiling tall, all quite demonically possessed, and I wanted nothing, whatsoever, to  imagine about them.

I  had stupidly (and recklessly) tried an energy experiment with my mind to control a UFO by remote viewing, a mind flexing field exercise to satisfy profound irritation for the copious nosebleeds, and nightmares sustained after abductions from devices inserted into my sinuses and mentally implanted ‘screen-memories’.

By virtue of the unexpected result, the semi- transparent appearance of a saurian monstrously tall reptilian in the center of my living room who radiated a loathsome palpable rage and hatred, shortly after I tried using this psychic technique, I determined that I would never alone try this mental exercise tool again,

However, a skilled ensemble TEAM, might, by contrast, bring this warrior marvelous results.

The unused power of our minds is part of the raw quantum physics of the universe> That energy potential has latent power, both miraculous and awesome, to be seen in this power flexing exercise.

The fact that it brought almost immediate retaliation against me underlines its potential efficacy.

Will You Attempt To Be as Foolhardy as I?

With  eyes closed, I did visualize an alien craft, a disc-shaped or cigar-shaped large UFO, and ‘saw’ it perched, then flying above our planet high within our skies, many miles overhead.

I visualized all quadrants of a very large craft, filled with overlord reptilians and subservient greys, all busy at machinery.

I studied the tiers and levels of it in full detail for a full half minute.

 

Then, I visualized that a force from my mind sharply hit the ship and jarred the craft violently, tossed into another section of space, like a football, end over end.

Clearly, I saw it hurled across a short distance in space, at a tilted pitched angle and visualized all entities on-board now suddenly very startled and frightened.

Imagination, is a word that should be eliminated from our language.

I augmented this visualization and used a quick head tilt to accentuate the strong mental suggestion of the craft’s jump.

I  totally forgot about this experimental exercise within an  hour.

But then between me on the couch and my television set, a creature from a nightmare appeared and changed my life.
There are moments that define one’s life, moments that one says, ‘this was before that’, ‘this was after that’.

A Mothman-like reptilian, a winged scaled saurian being, ceiling-high, semi- materialized.

Without moving I was suddenly warmed; hatred surrounded me with menace as though I were near a hot radiator.

Its cat-like eyes radiated a palpable loathing and rage, which awed me rather than frightened me as I had lost my senses to surprise.

It was winged, ceiling-high and scaled, with webbing between brown claws.

It vanished after less than five seconds .

Later, days and weeks later in my life, that saurian vendetta surely and without question manifested a series of horrid and painful accidents which seemed later to underline the smoldering, tangible hatred and rage that it had radiated towards me.

In retrospect, those agonies and sudden misfortunes were not worth the risk of what was after all a very foolhardy experiment.

But I couldn’t help but wonder how merely one single human mind could be such a powerful weapon/tool, to control alien craft, that do indeed respond to powerful telepathic messages.

And I later also couldn’t help but wonder what more a highly skilled group of focused minds, an orchestra of minds in unison, might also be able to accomplish.

We are not, as mindless and as helpless against these vile creatures and their miracle machines, as everyone has thought …

 

Editor’s Note:

Illustrations of reptilian aliens courtesy of

Linda Moulton Howe’s

http://www.Earthfiles.com 

(with permission)

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MILITARY COMBAT MEMORY OF MY FATHER


COMBAT AND MILITARY MEMORY OF MY FATHER : I COULD HAVE TOLD HIM THAT I LOVED HIM

Paul Schroeder

Combat and Military Memory of my Father: I Could Have Told Him That I Loved Him
by Paul Schroeder
My father parachuted into Germany and was captured that same week; he and his Screaming Eagles company buddies were holed up in a farmhouse armed with machine guns when a Tiger Tank rolled up to it and put its muzzle into a window and fired.
He recalled his ferocious gnawing hunger and told me that at the prisoner of war camp at night, when he slept, mice would creep into his buttoned shirt vest pocket to steal the few crumbs of bread he had hidden there before he could awaken and slap his pocket.
He weighed eighty-eight pounds when he was liberated.
At another time, on a work detail outside and beyond the barbed wire fence, he saw a skeletal group of Jews, literally walking skeletons, and in abject pity he threw a piece of his bread over a fence to them, which they all frantically scrambled for.
The supervising German sergeant of those doomed Jews saw him do this and walked over to him and put a Luger into my father’s mouth and pulled the trigger.
The gun misfired.
Twice.
His mind and lifelong emotional mental state were never the same after that incident, and for the rest of his life he remained tortured, an unhappy and mostly unpleasant man.
He would, many years later, angrily retrieve moldy bread and brown wilted lettuce from the trash, raging about ,’wasted food’, and we all learned that for our peace of mind, food garbage had to be thrown into the incinerator, long before he came home, from work.
He told me that he witnessed the killings of women who had assisted anti-Nazi resistance fighters, women who were hung from piano wires in a slow strangulation that delighted and entertained the German Waffen S.S.
But he seemed calm telling me that it took some over an hour to die, in this fashion, from this form of German murder, for the the slimmest, most lightweight women who were hanged, struggled longer against their nooses.
The prisoner of war camp’s confinement had chafed his soul.
Even long after the war he could escape the inglorious restraints and confinements of marriage and work , by seeking the open ocean to fish for striped bass and bluefish.
He loved fishing more than anything or anyone, in his life, and ached for fishing, to be free and alone on a landscape of waves, with only gulls for company.
He spent all of his spare time, nights and weekends, alone on the open Atlantic ocean, a peaceful landscape of land escape, far from dangerous and murderous distant coastlines.
When he thought that I was old enough to be of assistance to him, he brought me into his escapist world of fishing solitude, and far out on the waters of the Atlantic, far from any constricting shore, told me his memories, of a horrific war. .
When I was young, eight, nine and ten years of age, my father woke me every Friday night at 2:00 A.M. and by three fifteen A.M. we were out in the waters of Long Island, in his boat, fishing for striped bass and bluefish until the sun came up and fish stopped feeding and taking lures.
We watched the gulls; wherever they were raucous and feeding, we caught many large fish, as schools were underneath, forcing the bait to the surface, which attracted the birds. It was a foolproof technique.
After the sun came up, we sat and jigged the bottom for fluke and flounders, languid bottom feeders, while we sat under the shade of the Marine Parkway Bridge.
Bereft of the engine’s roar and the slap of the waves against a speeding hull, we sat, and he would speak to me of the horrors he had seen.
Every weekend of my youth was spent this way, catching large fish.
I was agog and seasick for days afterwards.
The pitched sickness of the waves, the sharp sour stink of fish, the stench of gasoline from the engine, the foul pungent odor of the, ‘piss-can’ and his poignant recollections of the horrors that he had seen during the war, combined to make me deathly ill, each time that we fished together..
I envisioned deep trenches in the furrows of the waves, filled with sobbing, and doomed families of Jews, as German Waffen S.S. driven bulldozers, pushed tons of soil atop them, to bury them, alive.
Once, after listening to such tales, told to me in his low, monotone voice, I eventually noticed that each time I netted and landed a fish into the boat, the water would swirl and splash a few seconds afterwards, and I asked my father the cause of this bizarre occurrence.
He blithely told me, casting a lure from the boat, that the fish’s mate would break the water, seeking his lost mate, following after, in a futile search.
In that moment, with the boat at my feet filled with flopping fish, jaws gaping in airy suffocation, the horrors in his stories resurfaced:
dead children in the streets, who resembled dolls, their jaws and eyes open,
skeletal Jews with pleading eyes,
children murdered before their parents’ eyes,
of a Waffen S.S. who used his machine pistol to separate a close knit family, and of their wails of separation, which years later, would ring in my father’s head.
I suddenly realized, in horror, that each swirl and splash of water, after I had pulled one fish into the boat, was a mate and thus a broken heart, that fish were individuals, with feelings, and not just mere products!
The horror of fish, dead and dying at my feet, of loved ones’ final, forceful separation, in a frozen moment, broke my young heart, and I found and resolved, that I could no longer bear to catch, or to ever again, eat fish.
Recalling these memories is not a freeing and therapeutic catharsis, instead I feel a sad nostalgia, a morbid whimsy .
As a writer, it is difficult to capture the strained, forced familiarity of families’ troubled interactions, governed by fruits of traumas, into words.
I have carefully locked the vault door against the worst recollections, the horrors of living with him; he had absorbed the repeated brutality of his experiences.
Throughout life, he radiated the same heavy-handed violence to those all around him, using fists, where a word, instead, might suffice.
Those recollections, if unlocked behind my mind’s protective vault doors, would make these experiences, herein, pale, by comparison.
When I can hazard to open those vault doors, doors made of three feet of steel, therapeutic and freeing might then ensue.
Debriefing combat troops, is still nonexistent; one arrives fresh from combat to San Diego Airport or Kennedy International Airport.
The injuries that our most recent troops have sustained in Iraq and Afghanistan, unseen and unmeasured injuries, are deep and painful scars on their souls; many, after drug and alcohol addiction fails to assuage their grief, take their own lives, in suicides suffering from combat angst beyond words.
I recall General Patton coming under criticism for slapping the face of and calling a coward, a young soldier, in a field hospital, who was trembling, with severe shell shock.
Even the military fails to understand what happens to America’s young men who have been taught all of their lives,”Thou shalt not kill”, after they are trained to be killing machines and then aptly fill the job description for a tour of duty.
Americans must unite to reluctantly resolve to fight a broader world war with ISIS, for though America does NOT want war, WAR wants America.
America, is NOT at war, for America is busy shopping in malls; our military, however, IS at war.
Their souls are forever tainted, degraded and crippled by official legal murders.
How is one to understand?
Rather than wrongly judging that my father wallowed in these memories, he instead was surely drowning, within a deeper struggle, far removed from self pity.
Though he never once told me, within the recollections of the circle of my life, that he loved me, I found that I instead should have told him then, and often, that I loved him .
EPILOGUE:
Just before he died, at eighty-four, after a lifetime of no contact with him, I visited him at the Saint Albans Veterans Hospital Facility.
How I learned that he was there, is a paranormal story beyond belief, but one reserved for another time.
Even after a stroke and a heart attack, confined to a wheelchair, his bristling aggression and smoldering anger had still radiated.
He had angrily cursed God, when I did mention God, to him; he had repeatedly cursed God, saying that there was no God and as proof, offered me what he had seen, of the long ago mass murders of Jewish infants and children, by Ukrainians and Nazi Waffen S.S. troops.
He had repeated that because of raw evil allowed to run rampant, he was thus an atheist, one who didn’t believe a single word about God and then, he had openly cursed God, again.
I had chided him by saying that although God WAS all loving, that even God, might get annoyed, to be cursed so.
Slowly, I had realized an element of rescue,  a spiritual coup de’ grace; I had been driven by unseen forces, after twenty-five years of no contact,  to bring along to his bedside, a spiritual message to deliver to him.
I said that he was wrong; that the proof of God only seemed so invisible because it was too merged within our consciousness and within everything all around us, to be too easily detected.
I had told him that I had, over years of learning, away from him, become psychic enough to glean more:
that we are NOT people, having spiritual/ paranormal experiences, but are  undying spirits, within a DNA nanotech-contrived housing, instead, having human experiences.
That we ‘step out of’ our bodies at death, as we do our cars and our clothing, in physical life.
And we are no more our bodies, I had said, than we are our clothing, or our vehicles.
I had assured him that I had learned that our consciousness actually reincarnated often, to learn spiritual lessons, that God gives us many lifetimes to refine our souls and to learn lessons that we set out for ourselves.
With some pride, I had reminded him that his lifetime’s recollections of horrid war experiences, revealed a braver and nobler inner spirit, than most, to have chosen such harsh and horrid lessons.
He quietly listened, with no vague inkling of acceptance.
A week later, preparing to visit him, again, I got a phone call from the hospital that he had passed in the night from a second and final heart attack.
Some months later, while I was playing my bass guitar, (playing music, much like sleep, or hypnotic television watching seems to suppress my left brain’s blocking aspect, and paranormal experiences occur) in my living room, his face suddenly loomed into my mind’s eye and I suddenly felt his closeness.
Instead of an accompanying sad heaviness, his energy radiated a youthful joyous presence.
Stunned, I psychically acknowledged him, with love, but also with great worry; I cautiously admonished him for hazarding to linger so on this plane, and asked him to quickly jump into the Light.
His accompanying joy, a mixture of freedom from worry, from bedworn immobility, from war-time sadness, with an element of love and thanks, thrilled me.
Perhaps, I had I had been sought to deliver that message, to him, in much needed time.

A CHILD’S GUIDE TO PSYCHIC-SELF-DEFENSE

A CHILD’S GUIDE  TO PSYCHIC SELF-DEFENSE: (FOR PARENT’S EYES, ONLY)

by Paul Schroeder
 The Universe’s “war for souls’ is  unfairly unbalanced, because we as human species, barely have a dim awareness, of our  own spiritual essences, often unknowingly ‘ up-for-grabs…
Telepathic attacks, replete with panic attacks, nightmares and negative ideation, by reptilian aliens, are almost indistinguishable from demonic psychic attacks.
Their  vivid nightmare scenario constructs, and attempts at possession, are identical, except  that demons always use a series of kaleidoscopic, dazzling and dizzying animated cartoon graphics, projected within the mind’s eye, in their telepathic efforts to fascinate, and to  keep awake that mind to weaken it , towards the goal of clambering aboard.
Children are the most vulnerable to such fascination.
Demons are easier to dispel than reptilians.
Medusa Head
The Dark Side’s multi-tiered organization is an amalgam of sinister human Earthbound spirits, reptilian aliens, small dark greys, demons, powerful- bull-like enforcers, stronger devils,  and  diabolical top honchos .
 Like predatory wolves, the dark side seeks the  youngest, weakest and easiest to hunt, thus
children’s night terrors, represent  symptoms,  not the disease, itself.
Human evil and violence,  is  inspired (breathed into) by dark force entities who have long ago supplanted the internal whispering of the mind to it’s own dark whispers, a facsimile of human consciousness.
The human responds, having surrendered and relinquished its own whispering, to wrongly assume that those outside  dark whispers, are indeed their own.
Dark force entities uniformly subliminally push one, psychically nudge one, towards self-pleasuring, to feast ethereally from that very high energy, and if  self-pleasuring sexual inklings surface for no good reason and are not remotely tied to any previous thought, it’s a good bet that the idea came from outside of one’s own psyche.
This is a strikingly common ‘suggestion ‘ tactic that many dark force entities employ, one quite beyond the recognition of mostly clueless people about what actually is ‘afoot’ concerning whispered suggestions.
There are remarkably few, who understand what nightmares truly are for
Freud set us and psychology back at least a hundred years by his universal dream symbols , as there are no such things.
It has little to do with moon phases, undigested food or secret messages from the Id.
Dreams, the pictures that one sees on the back of one’s eyelids, are souvenirs of myriad dimensions that our restless spirit wanders  to during sleep.
Nightmares are specifically imposed, broadcast within the psyche during dream-scape, a creature imposed phantasm  completely different in all aspects from what we normally call ‘dreams’, in that such images are festooned within to cause trauma and make energy connections to us, from Dark Force Entities.
Medusa Head
 The movie, “The Exorcist” was quite accurate in its portrayal of an attack on a child
to  reveal that  face of evil that surfaces upon the victim’s face,  a leering, cunning and  brilliantly diabolical dis-corporate intelligence.
Shakespeare said, “There is no art to see the mind’s construction, on the face”, but under demonic possession, it is evident and startling.

Facial muscles distort,  darker eye color sets in,  hateful utterances, from the possessed, present exorcists with a lolling, sinister, encompassing   intelligence,  which now sits upon the seat of  human consciousness.

What can a demon  do, towards self defense, during  exorcisms?

Negative ideations of a sexually depraved nature, such as murdering and  having sex with children,

 horrific scenarios, telepathically broadcast into the circle of  minds attending  a healing,  psychic attacks designed to shake loose  Holy intent, to disorient  and to upset  focus.

Knocks at doors and telephone calls occur with no one evident at the other end.

Smells of sickening stench issue forth from everywhere and  from nowhere.Negative miracles manifest.Medusa Head

I  attended an exorcism, and after the priest left,

a  tree trunk fell from a tree’s height, to barely miss that priest, an afterword  attack by an especially virulent entity, an

alarming  manifestation.

Priests,  bishops and the victim’s families  encounter a hellish demonic within  a possessed child, a grinning pleasure the demon derives from its contrived acts of horror, to

terrify those fighting that demonic possession.

 Since children are special targets,
what can a parent to do, to protect a child, beset with  demonic nightmares, night terrors and insomnia?Medusa Head
The demon’s ability  to fascinate and hypnotize a child is a signature  symptom: kaleidoscopic- cartoonlike- imagery  keep him awake, to weaken him,
to enter a child’s energies, a child who then exhibits  symptoms of  demonic influence:  compulsive stealing and fascination with  pyromania.
Children who admit to hearing voices are the greatest victims of medical science, powerless  to prevent from being medicated by ignorant and fearful physicians  who can only think :”schizophrenia”…

If you or someone you know, has a child at the epicenter of paranormal experiences , temporarily remove  the child from the house to a friend’s or relative’s house, to confirm that it’s the ‘haunted child”, and not the ‘haunted house’ which is the problem’s source and focus.

 Be sure that the unclean one cannot lodge within YOU, as a parent, to reside  within  your own past  grudges, traumas and hurts; use effective  metaphysical ‘ointment’ :

Go back into each painful room of your life  to briefly re-live and then undo the traumatic  memories of your own past’s miseries,  to put a happier twist on events, to

unburden long-carried  weights of regret, rage and sadness.

 Release all of it into  visualized violet light, intoning  :” I release all pain and negativity like dark smoke hurting no one”.”

“Let it GO; let it go to God; let God.” Medusa Head

With  karmic weight on your own shoulders freed,  feeling lighter and elevated,  assist your child.

Children who hear voices and  who see ghosts are more  psychic,  than psychotic and those who suffer nightmares,  under attack spiritually, and  not   emotionally disturbed.
Regardless,
one must teach a child how to shut out some of these experiences by asserting his own will, by grounding exercises,  visualizations, and  applied metaphysics, all of which manifest instantly, on the astral plane.
A fast quick fix?
If ‘burning touches’, like an insect’s buzz, locally on his skin disturbs him,  a fast temporary tool, is to have him fold his arms and place his tongue firmly against the back of his top teeth.
Beyond logic, this “tightens” his energy shield more closely around him, instantly,  to temporarily relieve ‘touches’, the feelings of ‘buzzing’ or ‘burning’, on his skin, where connections are being made.

Psychic-self-defense:

Awakening with “earworm” music (melodies that go madly on while you’re attempting thoughts) and experiencing ‘lucid dreams’, are both signature symptoms of telepathic/psychic ‘attack’, where one in transit, has unknowingly picked up spiritual dog poo on the bottom of one’s spiritual “shoes”.

A mega-salt (Epsom salts) bath will create a mild electric current to sever negative connections made during dream-state, and leave the salt on without showering after the bath, to allow the ‘saltiness’ to discourage additional new connections

Use Epsom salts for a mega-salt bath for the  affected child, for such salts create a mild electrical current most effective in dissolving connections made from dark force entities to the child’s energy field.
Leave as much salt on the skin, as possible after the bath, without showering, for, in addition, salt has magical ionic repellent qualities that dark force entities shun.
Even sprayed water, from a plant misting bottle, can at once locally diminish static electricity, which entities thrive on.
If your child is in a paranormal predicament, recalling alien abductions, or suffering nightmares , or even has poltergeist activity exploding around him, here’s a “quick fix” that works:
Get book matches, by the box, the flat books, many dozens, and light all the matches in one single book, every five to ten feet of the house, until the reek of sulfur permeates each room.
Sulfur, the active ingredient of garlic, is a powerful repellent.
Raw garlic rubbed on the feet, heart area, forehead and arms is a sure fire quick fix, though some stronger entities seem nonplussed.
And flat book matches release enough sulfur to cleanse an area of negativity.
Ignite a flat matchbook every five feet around each room to immediately cleanse an area.
This works.
Sage, in itself, does not work, for it is the VOLUME of smoke that works, and lavender burnt, works as well or better.
This is an effective way to instantly fumigate darkness , demons, aliens, Earthbound evil, and  death itself, away from one’s immediate area.Medusa Head
Other passive defenses which  work to diminish a presence:
-an EMF grounding cloth placed under the child’s bed sheet attached to an alligator clip, and plugged into an electrical outlet’s ground, or attached to the house’s plumbing to ground and remove  building EMF and static charges, for
entities use EMF and static charges to manifest,
-burning sticks of incense,
-a lesser exorcism banishment tape recording playing on a loop all night on the computer,
-an overhead circling ceiling fan,
– pyrite crystals nearby,
-night lights left on,
– sulfur fumes (from wooden campfire/ or flat book kitchen matches) ,
–  affirmations and prayers- don’t forget prayer , but for immediate assistance, pray in GRATITUDE, as though those requests sought were already delivered.
This works, much faster, for gratitude open’s Heaven’s Gates, for entrance of our better angels, while counter-intuitively, trepidation and panic only signals a  request for more wolves, at our door…
-holy water in a plant misting bottle
-tiger balm salve (menthol and camphor rub) rubbed onto his feet, forehead, heart area and arms.
-classical music left on low volume, continuously for hours, in a troubled part of the house changes and raises the vibrational level and attracts helpful spirits.
It is  remarkably true,  and wrongly scorned , that  demons cannot cross a running stream.
Medusa Head
 Running water creates a subtle yet powerful electrical current, that will de-manifest them.
A child beset with demons, can easily be freed, for a moment, if  a parent will surround his feet within a circle of running water inside a garden hose, which instantly breaks connections.
Stepping within a circle of a garden hose which is running water,  breaks attachments,  unfortunately re-established as soon as one exits from that circle of garden hose.
Structurally and possibly engineered, would be a circle of running water through tubes surrounding a bed as an ideal sanctuary for sleep.
Setting a page or two of newspaper ablaze and stepping over it, also quickly acts to strongly de-manifest demonic  entities.
Medusa Head
Crossing over hidden, concrete buried underground streams, sewers, water mains, below pavement conduits, in  the same fashion,  functions as major obstacles for demonics motility and mobility.
A child,  under demonic attack, will, in the early morning hours, suffer a sudden high fever,  ear or abdominal pain , but will miraculously self re-mediate, en-route to the emergency room, because multiple water- mains were vehicle -traversed, en-route.
Parents who in panic rushed toddlers to emergency rooms,  confusedly find that once  enroute,  symptoms abated, so
as a diagnostic tool, (used by the spiritually savvy) parents can run a quick test by placing the child within a constructed circle of a garden hose which is  running water,  to see if
 symptoms and pain at once cease.
Then, passive defense measures, can instead be employed.
Medusa Head
Teach a child to practice this metaphysical- sure-fire defense:_ visualize the whole house or the room suddenly ablaze in an electric purple fire where flames flare from the center of the room, to climb the walls, and  encompass the whole room to
burn everything, including his body, which in ashes,  fall to the floor.

.At that moment, a dark entity, seeking to be ” attached”, stands alone,  astrally apart from the child’s energies, and unprotected, and that wash of electric purple fire, will act as a cleansing, withering force against dark force entities.

Electric purple light repels Dark force Entities: demons, reptilians, small dark greys, negative earthbound human spirits- who seek to make astral connections to a child’s energies.
Electric purple, the most protective light to surround oneself with, is a difficult light to sustain, as a visualization, because it will meet with much resistance, ‘combated’ psychically by the demonic;
white light feeds a meal,  an energy luncheon to dark force entities.
That’s why they become sleepy and quiescent, only to return later, even stronger.
Even prayer,  like  white light, can make one  more of an energy luncheon, to demonics, under these dark circumstances.Medusa Head.
Often the more powerful and creative a white light egg ‘barrier’ is visualized, the more it  can attract a stronger negative-thought-entity, attracted to crave  the challenge  of surmounting and overcoming such a ‘presented’ protection , to an energy feast of a child.

A barrier of visualized electric purple light,  a frequency disruptive to dark force entities/energies,  is a difficult color vibrational visualization to mentally sustain.
Electric blue, easier to visualize, has many of the protective qualities of electric violet light, visualized around one.
Most people are wrongly taught to use “white light”, unaware of  inherent danger and of this field -tested psychic ‘tool’, which I herein, respectfully submit.
What about a child’s night terrors and panic attacks when
 no distinction is made in medical science, between psychological distress and spiritual distress?Medusa Head
Unlearn what you think you know about panic attacks and free-floating powerful anxiety attacks:
Powerful free-floating anxiety,  panic attacks, night terrors, are the soul’s natural reaction to strong negative psychic intrusion,  predatory dark beings’ repertoire.
Panic attacks must be treated as one treats  the morning alarm clock;   one does not argue with the alarm clock, one shuts it off.
Teach the child to treat the panic anxiety, as though it were a fly at the child’s mustache: order it away, in the name of God.
This works immediately.
But, only initially, for a very short while, as  persistent, bullying entities soon try again to seek access within, and the onset of panic begins again.
Again, forcefully order it away, in the name of God. It will abate at once,
to underline the truth, about what panic/ anxiety attacks actually are.
The more often it is ordered away, the less powerful the attacks continue and remain.
Teach a child that what he wishes, for instance, angelic protections,  said aloud, manifests strongly and instantly, in the astral world.
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Angelic realms can also be enlisted to combat diabolical spiritual filth.

The more the child practices, to manifest astral defenses, like wielding a sword of purple light, the more dangerous he will become to unwanted spirits.
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Teach a child to internally visualize black lines of connections which travel from all over his body to unwanted entities and to visualize a flaming sword of purple light.
Then, teach him to say : “I see the power and feel the power of this electric purple sword: As a member of the Universe I deserve and claim this sword: I AM THIS SWORD!”
Then  have him visualize cutting all connections.
This is fighting fire with metaphysical fire and has unlimited potency,  to work towards spiritual emancipation.
Teach a child: In this realm of spiritual confidence and growing expertise,
the greatest warrior, is the one who never has to pull his sword, from his scabbard..
see my article:
(THE EVIL PURPOSE AND MEANING OF NIGHTMARES: METAPHYSICS HEALING)
POSTSCRIPT:
Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I prescribe a required spiritual “shift”  towards the equally unseen goodness of the spirit world, and away from fear.
Unlearning fear is a step by step acceptance and assertion, of one’s spiritual ‘self’, a distance far and away from fearful  defenses mustered by one’s material physical self.
One’s longitudinal approach to any self-defense must be a spiritual one, and not a physical one.
  For defenses to flare, one must  recognize that one is not a person having troubled spiritual problems, but instead an eternal soul having troubling human experiences.

From the stance of self-recognition as an eternal spirit, one can then insist on “one’s own space’.
as spiritual fruition.

Avoid  church-based or organized religions  and put the Bible on the same shelf, as the Tooth Fairy for

God, is real, but  He is down a long hall, and somewhere else…

 

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 inter-dimensionals 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, dis-corporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. ​