AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE

AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE

by Paul Schroeder

A spiritual message, in a time of need, illuminated a larger life path:
“The Spell of the Yukon”
               By Robert W. Service
“I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
   I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
   I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
   Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
   And somehow the gold isn’t all…”
I rarely ever worked overtime, or sought spare part- time jobs to make more money, seeking blue skies above to doing work indoors, and I relished my poorer beer pockets without ever developing or resenting the absence of a richer champagne taste.
Those ambitious lads of my childhood who entered finance, medicine or law,  worked 24-7 towards a salaried lifestyle that flew them first class, overseas to luncheon meetings and purchased them mansions in the  glass sky towers of Manhattan.
Effete, they would confess,”Those who say that money can’t buy you everything, don’t know where to shop!”
I  became a college instructor teacher who received a meager pittance, but though  I relished my bankers’ hours’ 9 to 3  job, I deeply longed for the respite of work, each academic year, within a ten week vacation, over the summer.
During academic semesters I recklessly ate up all of my sick days and personal days, taking escapes in the sun at the beach, and landscaped land escapes in three and four day weekends, at mountain lakes’ sites to hike in virgin woods alone.
Others in Higher Education had instead garnered many days, ‘in their bank’, saved up jealously, to trade for cash, losing one day for every two saved, upon retirement.
To me, counter intuitively, non providentially, time away to think was worth more, as an escape valve,  than half of some obscure future money.
Work was onerous and exacting, and freedom was a hiking-in-the-woods- relief, from fluorescent overhead lights, and the grinding grading of incessant exams and papers.
For release,  the best part of my chosen vocation, I lectured and pontificated, teaching American and English Literature, in a large lecture hall,  chain-smoking unfiltered cigarettes, during class instructions, throughout, to self medicate.
I am presently retired, thirty-five years in teaching, and have a modest lovely home and property, and as for wanderlust, I  have long found that armchair travel is the cheapest kind of travel, content to read brochures, than take inoculations, to explore the world.
Money aversion- ennui got worse as I grew older.
 I soon preferred the sidelines of copious earnings, a spent man, seeking  to relax and to write.
Why was I, so different, to care little for “success”, measured in hard work towards riches?
I wasn’t remotely money excited,  as a child, dimly knowing on a subliminal level that God didn’t place us here, on Earth,  on a special mission,  to make money.
A spiritual message experience, I received, as a teenager, a homeless runaway at seventeen, running from a divorced household of violence and police- being -called -by- the -neighbors,
became a core influence for my slant on monied life, a purposeful one of just getting by, instead of working hard towards earning luxuries.
It was Christmas time in New York City and I was seventeen years old, homeless penniless,  and wandering.
I had exited  the Museum of Natural History on Central Park West, where I had feasted for hours, on museum eye -candy, but my stomach  had rumbled with hunger.
And now back on the street, I found that it had been and was now, snowing heavily.
I wondered worriedly where I would sleep, that night.
 A local movie manager,  a friend, Paul Gary, said that I could, when in Brooklyn, sleep in a little used old loft room in his movie theatre, the Loews Oriental, in Bath Beach, Brooklyn, in a dusty, haunted costume property room.
I was the inhabiting spirit.
The smell of freshly roasted chestnuts,  sold to passerbys from a kiosk wagon, near to the museum’s stone steps, in a blizzard of snow, wafted my way and roused me.
I had no money in my pockets; I salivated at the  sweet nutty perfume.
 Chestnuts were a seasonal treat I had  enjoyed, at this very museum’s site, when I had a bountiful existence within my cantankerous parents’ marriage’s deep pockets’ circle of influence.
I would ask my parents,  they’d  fish for loose change and I would relish the sweet flavor of fire roasted hot chestnuts, now a new symbol of want and the faded memory of childhood .
I was alone upon the streets of Manhattan, hungry and had no money.
The  snow covered shoulders and face of the man who stood behind the kiosk wagon, were wrapped in steam; he was small and dark, wearing mittens with holes for the fingers.
The snow fell heavily in sheets that made a city of asphalt shock look gentler.
I  came close enough to  inhale the dark aroma of roasted chestnuts,  a childhood memory token, an olfactory solace for my pangs of hunger.
 I  noticed that on one side of his kiosk wagon hung a large piece of grey cardboard with a blue magic marker message upon it, his philosophy of the moment, but on an unconscious level, one  for the rest of my adult life.
A raised consciousness was sparked.
It read:
“I really don’t like making money;
I don’t want to conquer the world,
and I don’t wish to ever be rich;
I don’t even want to set the world, on fire;
 I just want to keep my nuts warm.”
A spiritual message, in a time of need, illuminated a larger life path.
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IN THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES, CAMOUFLAGE PREVAILS

IN THE BATTLE OF THE SEXES, CAMOUFLAGE PREVAILS

 by Paul Schroeder

“Sex is not the answer.
Sex is the question.
The answer, is ‘YES’!”
(Woody Allen)

Since sex is less than five or ten percent of a marriage, those who marry just for sex, find imposing reasons later on in the relationship, to not confine sex, within the parameters of their marriage, but remain as faithful, as their options and opportunities.

 

After all, man DOES need woman for the artistry and complexity of friendship, for filial fun, cute socializing, profound partnering, and deep soul intimacy, but they may not ALL BE with the SAME woman.

Women wander sexually, as well, as statistics reveal, that every other wife strays to another’s arms, for love making.

 

I often thought that women had it better than men and that if I were a woman, without any love, I’d be down at the docks,  no underwear, waiting for the fleet to come in, with my skirt pulled over my head.

More and more women today, say aloud, that they “don’t need any man, anymore, even for sex, but that they DO need men , sometimes, but then, ONLY, to lift and move, heavy things around…

 

There surely HAS to be some more dignified way of expressing desire and passionate love for another human being, because the human body is a sad marvel, with its waste disposal plant, immediately adjoining its amusement park area.

Sex, is forever something that parents are loathe to discuss with their children; when I was a child of seven, they mentioned the fearful danger of sex, saying, “not to play around with sex, because it was,”playing with fire.”

At seven years old, I recall thinking,

“Well, I HAVE a hose…

But one who marries, just for sex, is buying a 747 jet, just for the little bag of peanuts.

Surely, there’s other ways to get peanuts, if that’s all that you really want.

Yes, men are more shallow than one would imagine, and will as soon marry for sumptuous breasts, than for love, an idea so repulsive and childish, that it takes much head shaking, to comprehend,  because spiritual
love is appreciating, sharing, empathy and giving, quite bereft of the pangs of lust.
Yet, for all men’s fascination with women’s breasts, should men themselves,  overweight  develop breasts, they  do chafe ingloriously, upset about those unmanly acquisitions.
                                                 

Men are more juvenile in primitive sexual drives and emotional makeup, and women are indeed, far better human beings, providential, sensitive, charitable, strong and beautiful.

This DNA primate difference can be demonstrated.

At a very young age, place a group of five-year-old girls, in a room together, and they will sit, talk and relate to each other with civil chatter, sharing, and often with surprising wisdom.
 But, place a group of five-year-old boys in a room together,  and soon they will roll all over the floor, like shaved gorillas, lost in individual and mutual combative power fantasies.

Our lingering social notion  that men are more important, more apt and more likely to be leaders, is still a hard social prejudice to quell.

Equality, in mutual passion, is easier to demonstrate:

When a cop on the beat encounters a young couple making love in the tall grass, in a park, he does NOT tap their shoes with his nightstick to angrily demand,

” All right, now, WHO’S in charge, here ?!”

Progress will turn HIStory, into HERstory.

 

Women remain naive and not the least bit aware of men’s glandular functioning concepts towards all women.

 

At a party or wedding,

men view a woman’s public, licentious exaggerated undulations in dance as her being naked,  and sexual fantasies unfurl

deep within men’s psyches.

 

Dance becomes sex in visualized fantasies of private encounters with these licentious, and actively lithe women on the dance floor.

For women,  few rarely grasp that their public dancing, is clearly nothing but public, overt, symbolic sex.

 

Perhaps this makeup makes it still a man’s world, because it’s much easier, in society, to BE a man:

Each solitary, individual feature on your face always stays its birth shade and original color.

 

Methinks, that If men wore makeup, most would be disconcertingly prettier than many women.

 

If a man chooses, he might, perhaps, consider a cosmetic shave, but ONLY to some parts of his face and neck.

You can always wear shorts despite how awful your legs do look.

 

Your last name, regardless of marital -legal battles, stays put.

 

People do not ever stare at your breasts and your nipples when you’re happily chatting with them.

 

You are genetically and socially blind to any but the biggest wrinkles in your clothing.

Calorie intake and belly size are never a crucial consideration.

 

You always have the consummate and total freedom of choice about the growing of a mustache.

 

You don’t have to remove all of your clothes just to pee.

 

You can wake up just as attractive as you were when you went to bed, rather than have your beauty somehow deteriorate, during the night.

 

You can more easily, socially, defend your space, with knee-jerk displays of violence.

Woman, as the pretty sex, is a relatively new idea:

 

Pirates who wore the perfumes, jewelry, silks and frills echoed this olden concept of male beauty; a classical nude in statue, was almost ALWAYS male, historically, in ancient Greece and Rome.
This classic maleness model of beauty oddly reversed itself in the eighteenth century and women became the “pretty sex”, instead.

Throughout the animal world, whether it flies or swims, the male is STILL the colorful sex, the female, the drab one.

 

But since the eighteenth century, sexual and cultural reversals have oddly persisted in human affairs, and women instead have become the pretty sex.

But “pretty” means, slim and skinny, as fashion dictates.

 

Today, women who carry a few extra pounds, live longer than the men, who mention it…

Straight men, do not adorn themselves towards being highly polished- exceptions exist for politicians, actors, sports-stars, head gangsters, and police detectives, for within these men, narcissism, a sinful sense of entitlement, and monumental ego all loom.

 

In those egomaniac ‘types’ , highly-polished, self-preening is always accompanied by bullying others.
But the question remains, for the sake of guile and deceit: how curried and airbrushed is too curried and airbrushed?
The first thing I look at, when I see a polished, curried woman, is her eyebrows; if they’re natural, it’s a blast of honest sexuality that curls my toes.
If they’ve been removed and severe Groucho-Klingon brows, of crayola, at odd sharp angles, or worse,  tattooed on, I experience an anxious ‘turn off’, a social warning of duplicity, and all of my ‘antenna’ are up, and waving..
Women with long lustrous hair have always been sought as mates, because hair grows slowly and vividly reflects one’s general health, so mating was preferred with shiny, long-haired lasses, who were lax with lasciviousness …
But the rub, is that many women who look like floss, patina and veneer, are mostly shallow types who a man has to pay, for an intelligent conversation, because
 they have long cared ONLY about their outsides, and not ever about, their ‘insides’.

‘Beauty’ television commercials and ‘beauty’ magazine ads feature graphics of highly curried women, extolling Western society’s virtues of vacuous, narcissistic women, who gaze back at us, made over into a man’s surreal vision of what ‘beauty’ should look like..

 

In Maine, at a lobster restaurant, I went to the register to pay and behind the counter, opening the register, was a tall, strikingly handsome, buxom woman, in a formal ballgown who sported a large handlebar mustache.

 

Her startling visage has stayed with me, for many years, resplendent and role indigestible..
It’s a cultural facade and mirage of the sadly discarded true value of beauty, which always comes from within.
 A man in our culture says,”You’re beautiful”, before he says, “I love you”, and thus a woman is wrongly taught , that if beauty fades, then love must also fade.
Poorly informed, desperately seeking love, she runs scared to the beauty parlor, nail salon, hair stylist, cosmetic facial and breast implant surgeons, willing to suffer to maintain an airbrushed, curried, artificial “beauty” , so that “love” will not also vanish.

Men perpetrate this hoax until they themselves believe it.

 

In truth, a woman is as sexy in bed as that woman was interesting, before bed, and interesting, after bed.

(“No man ever reached up a woman’s skirt, looking for her library card”)

Joan Rivers

 

But, for many non-self-respecting men, it’s all  just  about  a woman’s exterior patina, and veneer towards sex.

 

Men admit that they LOVE women who look hot and who act hot;  homespun, often unwilling women, by comparison, are like radiators, men have to keep touching, to see if the heat’s coming up.

Yes, men are more shallow than one would imagine, more vain than women and more duplicitous in satisfying their overwhelming hormonal drives.

Women thus feel that loss of beauty means loss of love, and then rush off to plastic surgeons, for tits and ass augmentation, nose jobs and liposuction, mascara and eyeliner alert, to avoid NOT being a love object..

REAL beauty emanates ONLY from within, something not taught in our culture, where women spend very much time on their outsides and little or no time spent, on their ‘insides’…

 

Women at an early age learn what dizzying effects their bodies have on men, and men’s sex drive,  and use THAT against them ; women culturally have been taught guile and deceit from a tender age, to ‘trap a man’, by using their physical, sexual allure:

 

They shave armpits,

 

shave legs and mustaches,

 

dye their hair,

 

use eye-liner,

 

mascara and false eyelashes,

face makeup,

 

(“Women will never be equal to men until they can walk down the street with a bald head and a beer gut, and still think they are sexy”)

 

 foundation-makeup,

 

earrings,

 

tints of rouge blush,

 

sport uplift brassieres,

 

apply perfumes,

 

apply lipstick,

go for Botox or plastic surgery to erase facial wrinkles,

 

 install Hershey-kiss silicone fake breasts,

 

wear high heels,

 

designer fingernails,

 

contact lenses,

 

  paint fingers and toes.
They put on things, to make them look bigger, and things that make them look smaller, but

then, they meet a man,

and  they want, …

“HONESTY!!”

Man, refuses to accept that makeup glamour fools the eye and deludes the heart, until he first awakens after the wedding, to see his bride without any makeup, and in shock thinks, “WHO is THAT?!”

Can such preoccupation with sexual camouflage avoid extra-marital diversion , and allow longevity and truthfulness towards a meaningful marriage?

 

Many couples who have lasted together forever, don’t have to work hard,  to get along  in marriage’.

 

When George Burns and Gracie Allen were asked how they remained so in love after sixty years, he said:

 

‘Marriage is a business.
When you work too hard to make the business of marriage work, you get tired, and when you’re tired , you get annoyed, and when you’re annoyed,  arguments start, and when arguments start…then, you’re OUT of business’ .

I remember once being stopped and asked at Disneyland by a graying and aged couple, to “photograph them”, for it was none other than their “fiftieth anniversary”.

 

I saw the way he held her hand and how they hugged and kissed as I struggled to find and frame the picture.

I wondered what wisdom and marital advice they might share, for too many, marriages end sadly in divorce.

 

These too many short-term marriages, for too many men, seemed to me,  just like a tornado:

 

in the beginning, there’s a lot of sucking and blowing , and later on … you lose the house.

 

Whatever happened to the romantic woman and to the romantic man who said that they could not live without each other?

 

He went East, and she went West… and they both lived.

My wife went over to speak with his wife to comment on how sweet they looked together, but when

I returned the camera as he made his way  over to me,  I asked him the $500,000 lulu question:

 

“What’s the secret to being married, so successfully, for so long?”

 

He looked confidential and wise and peeked to see if his wife was engaged in conversation before he spoke:

 

“You gotta cheat”, he whispered.

Men are like linoleum floors. Lay ’em right and you can walk all over them for thirty years. ~ Betsy Salkind

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.

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..

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.
Medusa Head

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. ​

GRANDMA’S ADVICE

Grandma’s Advice

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, half full …..but, of something, that might  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 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 competed with grandma.

He once wrote ;”Be who you are and say what you think, because those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind, don’t matter!”

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; 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.”

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

“I am very sorry.”

I reminded her 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.

“Oy, 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.

“That advice, I ALWAYS told you.”

“And YOU’RE supposed to be the smart one?!”

“Oy,” 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 from my own shadow..

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