by Paul Schroeder
At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, spirit worlds of myriad vibration levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you R.E.M., are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like goldfish who never suspect a greater world beyond the pond’s surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality, groping, mouths agape in fish ignorance.
After I observed an amazing flotilla of assembling UFOs overhead, it appeared beyond logic, that alien entities climbed down the ladder of my awe to cause paranormal experiences.
I saw a flotilla of craft, slowly come in from different directions, to assemble overhead, round craft bottoms appearing not unlike red balloons.
They floated into a formation of sorts, overhead, until there were a dozen, and then all bottoms’ red color turned to violet and they darted off overhead together, all in the same direction, like fast minnows in a pond.
After that amazing sighting, poltergeist nonsense began to occur in my house .
And from then on, I looked up at the night skies only with apprehension…
Things moved within immediate eyesight, knocks on the walls and pings on light fixtures, small fast footsteps overhead in the attic, and very strong feelings of being watched and nightmares.
Many nights, fantastic vivid nightmares of encounters with non-human beings ensued, beings very tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby cartoon character, and who spoke to me with mind-to-mind-communication..
I was in severe ontological shock…
Inter dimensional ‘bleed-through” happened regularly.
My energies, which I cannot manage to ‘ground’, post- UFO craft sighting, became light-beacons for negative-thought-entities, from aliens to ghosts tipping my emotional scales towards,
“Who needs this horrid paranormal inglorious chafing?!”
Alien abductions open an inter-dimensional door, which left open, invites in the gangster fringe element of the spirit world.
Sleep is never again, merely sleep, after that.
After craft sightings, knocks on walls, pings on overhead lamps, heavy planted flower pots moving, sounds of animals running across the floor, rather than abject terror, I shut all the lights to wander my rooms, in pitch blackness, with awe, to reach out mentally to these offenders.
Creepy, astonishing and most revealing , before silence descends, I have unlearned fear and horror.
I now self perceive E.T. and spirit hypersensitivity, a form of a spiritual inter-dimensional allergy reaction, a
hypersensitivity, to those beings, painfully troubled, and inflamed, while most others, in all their varied pursuits in walks of life, remain dully unaware.
I would hear light patter of footsteps in the attic, while I am in bed, and soon after I would feel strong electrical vibrations throughout my body to then see my body float out of my body, in an astral abduction of my spiritual essence.
For alien abduction purposes, this astral self retains all of one’s predilections and discrimination, leaving one’s chop-meat-DNA- contrived- body, now bereft of spirit, behind in bed.
At first glance, seeing myself lifted away from my body, I had believed that I had died…
Out of body, I experienced conveyor- belt-like transit travels, not unlike the way ghosts move, terrifying experiences often directly tied to my previously monitored thoughts.
During my OBEs, I cannot move my arms or legs to move but I can think “I want to go…” and I float there on an invisible conveyor belt, in violation of the “laws of physics” a floating motion, which is God, for all intents and purposes..
The following is one OBE that illustrates how alien-abductee-proprietary- monitored-consciousness, is suffered, and that astral abduction theft occurs, at their hands:
I awakened slowly, to find myself floating and breathing, yet underwater, an experience real in sensory totality, compared to full consciousness.
More than a vivid dream, it revealed an alien fingerprint silhouette, an imposed nighttime OBE, an astral abduction by
alien entities predatory of our spiritual essences, essences we as a race of beings, are only dimly and barely aware of.
One’s car is stopped on a lonely road by a UFO blocking the road or hovering just above it, and one ascends into an overhead waiting craft as one watches one’s body in the car below, recede from view.
Alien abductees rarely assess such astral theft contradictions of self, in their daily functioning concepts nor in their reporting of the experience of their alien abduction.
The spirit ‘self’ , teased away from our body, preyed upon, retains fullest personality and memory; some astral injury is suffered ,when body and spirit are at first separated and then later reunited by technological alien contrivance.
And worse, at an abductee’s physical death, a permanent abduction to end all abductions, the alien garnering of one’s soul essence to recycle, bypassing Heaven, a clear spiritual crime against humanity.
when we sleep, we wander among beasties and monsters, with all defenses seemingly down.
Aliens, ever thirsty for our endocrines, extracted while we sleep, were likely mistaken as the classic vampires, body drinkers of the 3rd and 4th centuries
Impressively, raw garlic works well as an herbal repellent against abductions, and critters, raw garlic rubbed all over feet and chakra body areas is as effective as it was reputed to be, against ancient vampires.
(It also works well to repulse any bed partner to also seek refuge elsewhere) ..
In one singularly vivid astral abduction experience, a “dream”, I found myself aloft and submerged under twenty or thirty feet of water,
barely semi-conscious, dully aware.
I dozed, floated and breathed normally, immersed, under a shoal, deep under a narrow inlet.
As I floated deep beneath green surf waves, I became slowly and dimly aware, visually, of ten or fifteen gray ghosts, swimming, hovering, in the near distance,
torpedo shapes gently swimming, watching me, hanging suspended in deeper waters, to begin to swim closer than ten feet
away from me.
Porpoises, with classic grinning visages, with ten feet long muscular grey bodies, approached warily, curious, a school of thirty, gray forms hovered nearby, a distance away in the inlet’s shoal, under which I dozed and floated.
I began to struggle to come to my dull senses as the large torpedo shaped creatures swam closer; they radiated intelligence and a palpable curiosity.
A large school of inquisitive silver-gray porpoises, close now, some within five feet, swam in gently, for a closer look at me, half awake and floating .
The very instant that my mind attempted to assert a greater awareness to seize upon my predicament, the moment I grappled towards a fuller consciousness, they started away, startled, two thrusts of their bodies, into the recesses of the shoal, as though privy to and threatened by my mind or thoughts.
I at once became forever assured of porpoise telepathy .
With quick tail movements, they vanished into the water’s distant murky gloom.
The experience was as ‘real’ in every sensory realm, compared to consciousness.
Slammed with a jolt, back into my body, suddenly awakened, in bed, oddly and quickly I recalled a favored thought-sentence, one I had often repeated in my paranormal writings:
“In the spiritual ocean tidal currents in R.E.M.s, between two and six o’clock, I have stumbled across only deep water negative thought entities, nighttime bedroom intruders; I have met only sharks, and not ever, the elevated, enlightened porpoises..”
At once , the vivid, strange OBE experience underlined the nature of an alien astral abduction, but as well, a proprietary and meddling psychic
omnipresence, to have read my thoughts, a disorder of consciousness depredation, a signature symptom of alien presences, for abductees.
This nighttime vivid OBE, Out-Of-Body-Experience, pointed to the silhouette of a proprietary alien, a
creature, with either a too literal sense of my overused, too self-important sentence’s meaning,
or perversely and stiltedly,
one with a rarefied sense of humor.
I leave it in your hands, to weigh..