HOW TO DEVELOP A PARANORMAL MIND: TWELVE READINGS by Paul Schroeder

How To Develop A Paranormal Mind : Twelve

Readings
by Paul Schroeder
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1-A wondrous  book, by Olga Hoyt, titled, “Exorcism”, documents
evidences required to open a mind closed to these possibilities.
Two other amazing books about demonic possession,
past life
2-recollections and clairvoyance worth reading are, “Realms of the
3-Human Consciousness”, and “Beyond the Brain”, by Stan Grof, M.D.,
who has explored human consciousness more extensively than any other researcher and
investigator.
Astonishing books to digest, along the lines of open mind re-education are :
-A startling major piece of work devoted to reincarnation truths, a
1,300 page work of two-volumes that still stand as a definitive research work, by Frederic
W.
4-Meyers, titled, ” Human Personality and its Survival After Physical Death”.
(These oddly, were published posthumously, in 1904, after Meyer’s death in 1901.)
– Demonic entities that possess humans are frighteningly written about in,
5-“Hostage to the Devil”, by Jesuit Malachi Martin, an extraordinary
exploration of five severe cases of demonic possession, a book that
almost made me abandon my own research and writing from raw fear.
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6-“Thirty Years Among the Dead”, written in 1924 illuminates the
subject of human possession by solely Earthbound spirits and is
essential grist for any worthy mind’s mill.
More essential nutritious books to digest for developing an open, healthy mind are:
7-“Life Before Life”, about the Planning Stage of our blueprints for
each incarnation, by Helen Wambach,
splendid reading about her
remarkable findings after her regression of over a thousand patients.
8-“Unseen Influences”, by Dick Sutphin, is not only fine reading, but oddly prescriptive; it
states in its introduction:”It is time to reject the unseen influences and direct your own
destiny.”
-Beyond prevailing clinical beliefs, E.T.s can and do affect human
beings by repeated spiritual tampering, causing ‘symptoms’ easily
misdiagnosed and misunderstood as psychological dysfunction by
an uneducated psychoanalytic community.
9-For erudition, digest a wondrous text, titled, “CE-VI: Close
Encounters of the Possession Kind”, by William J. Baldwin, M.D., PH.D. and more essentially,
10-“Encounters”, by psychologist Edith Fiore, PH.D. describes
attachments made by errant alien beings seeking retirement
sanctuary within humans.
Many psychiatrists have now begun to understand these
phenomenon and to incorporate therapy towards this previously
unrealized reality.
11–Two more essential ‘must-reads’ are,”Past Lives Therapy”, by
12-Morris Nertherton and “The Splintered Soul”, by Maryanne Clare.
These volumes of knowledge, above mentioned,
concerning spiritual illnesses of the eternal human mind / soul,  will open any closed
mind although much is currently and largely ignored by clinically trained psychiatrists,
painfully ignorant of influences from unseen, dark entities.

NIGHTMARES : TELEPATHIC ATTACKS

THE SIGNATURE SYMPTOM OF DEMONIC PSYCHIC / TELEPATHIC ATTACKS :

 NIGHTMARES

what happens when a psychic encounters negative-thought-beings?

When one encounters a demonic, at bedside, one knows that the expression, ‘bad

dreams’ simply doesn’t make the grade.

Reptilian aliens, much like truer demons, can deliver such telepathic attacks, during so-

called, ‘sleep’, OBE astral assaults.

The nightmares are extraordinary in clarity and vividness and cause angst,  comparable to consciousness, realistic in every way.

 

Demons employ a signature multi colored panoply of dancing animated images that

fascinate, keep awake and exhaust unsuspecting young minds.

 

These  demonics can be initially dismissed by shouting at them to depart , unlike the

 

prowess of Draco Reptilian telepathic attacks which are O.B.E.s after one is first brought into their dimension, beyond belief.

They begin even before one’s head hits the pillow, with eyes barely just closed,  before

 

one starts to dream and these vivid nightmares underline the powerful nature of an unholy one’s psychic, telepathic attack.

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Strongest demons can be seen as devils, in their ability to create negative miracles and their ability to step within us.

That morning’s, was typical of the intensity and ferocity that reptilian aliens, much like

 

demons, bring to the torture of the spirit and mind. My experience, follows, below:

 

I am drowsing over the bathroom sink, half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms on both sides of the sink, eyes semi-closed, tired,  half asleep and completely naked when something gently brushes my face and loins,  just below the sink and just above  the sink.

I open my puzzled bleary eyes and clearly see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, suspended, hanging from the ceiling above the sink.

It is a filigree chandelier of thousands of razor sharp, hanging and connected fishhooks that I’ve stumbled into and onto stark naked and half awake.

Pinching sharp connections of fishhooks causing pain into my groin area, into my lips and into the cheeks of my face sharply apprise me, more quickly panicking now, that I’ve walked into a booby trap and I begin to be aware that I am deeply hooked in myriad places.

I force myself to think but panic rises as a gorge in my throat and I want to run from this place but am transfixed, stuck by a horror that I cannot, for now I am attached.

Because I have gently moved, I am more firmly hooked, into my genitals, and now hooks bite and pull through my lip and my cheek, as I steady myself to  weigh the moment, in growing horror.

 To move backwards, now, in shock or in a panic of flight, I realize, is to only deeply gaff myself further, in dozens of places, inextricably and beyond help.

I am attached painfully to fishhooks from my top to bottom, still awakening, sleep clouding my mind and standing at my sink!

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As I lift my right arm to gently work out one fishhook that has gently pushed against and

 

into  a cheek muscle, razor-thin dozens of other fishhooks, fasten against and bite into

my flesh, scaring me badly and driving my barely controlled panic  into a growing sense of desperation, deepening my frantic angst .

 As I fully awaken, more quickly now, there is a gathering sense of heart pounding panic

 

and helplessness, as the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks unseen beneath the sink, begin to bite deeper, and more painfully,  into me.

I am a marionette, impaled from face to scrotum and in  a paralyzed, frozen wild frenzy,

 

immobilized in pain, horror and fully panic struck!

I have wandered unknowingly into this macrame of razor blades – like thin fishhooks,

 

obviously on purpose, some madman and murderer fiendishly has concocted over my

 

sink, in my bathroom, just for me to walk into!

The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I am in too many places

stuck fast, and in a growing nightmarish predicament that I realize I cannot solve.

I now begin to feel despair, unable to scream, but only to moan and mutedly, for the

hooks bite even more deeply into my facial muscles, when I open my mouth to scream

 

out  for help, from my wife, asleep in the other room.

Opening my mouth to yell, I feel the deeper bite of the hook into all the deeper muscles

 

of my body and face, and I am only able to growl and moan loudly, aware that I won’t

likely be able to reach her ears, with my low moaning for assistance!

I am becoming more entrapped with every movement and I am so full of fear, that I can

 

hardly breathe.

I am impaled throughout, on a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks, terrified  and completely  trapped, in heart pounding horror,  fully awakened, alert and conscious, now.

My fear level climbs to near hysteria when suddenly, I awaken in a startled reflex, in bed.

It took me weeks of active banishment and many passive tools of metaphysics to

 

eventually deter this demonic and I have often offered prayer for those it subsequently likely attacked, after it  finally left me.

But I have never forgotten that out of body attack to my astral self, recalled as  a

 

powerful imposed nightmare; one  flirts with the Beast of tall, winged Reptilian Madness, in such demonic E.T.

 

encounters , and in this case, psychically attacked as a psychic sensitive, which happened immediately after UFO sightings.

 

That brought fierce reptoid beings into my very psyche.

POSTSCRIPT:

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 interdimensionales are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.

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

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

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

THE SIGNATURE SYMPTOM OF GHOST AND DEMONIC PSYCHIC/TELEPATHIC ATTACKS : NIGHTMARES

THE SIGNATURE SYMPTOM OF DEMONIC PSYCHIC / TELEPATHIC ATTACKS :

 NIGHTMARES

When one encounters a demonic, at bedside, one knows that the expression, ‘bad dreams’ simply doesn’t make the grade.

Reptilian aliens, much like truer demons, can deliver such telepathic attacks, during so-called, ‘sleep’, OBE astral assaults.

Demons use a kaleidoscope panoply of images, however, unlike reptilians.

This truth, that humankind has always been a spiritual, as well as a tangible harvest, is down a long hall and somewhere else, from pedestrian UFO researchers.
“Earth”, as we call it, is a reptilian preserve and these gamekeepers, never let the creatures within suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve.

The nightmares are extraordinary in clarity and vividness and cause angst,  comparable to consciousness, realistic in every way.

They begin even before one’s head hits the pillow, with eyes barely just closed,  before one starts to dream and these vivid nightmares underline the powerful nature of an unholy one’s psychic, telepathic attack.

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Strongest demons can be seen as devils, in their ability to create negative miracles and their ability to easily step within us.

Mothman-Reptilian Draco E.Ts also have astounding telepathic prowess.

As all UFOs are commanded by reptilian-Mothman overlords,  inter-dimensional and intergalactic,  and all quite demon-possessed , my sighting of ten overhead discs one evening, immediately drew it’s highly telepathic attention to my psyche.

It climbed down the ladder of my awe, into my bedroom.

That evenings nightmare attack was typical of the intensity and ferocity that such reptilian E.T. demonics bring to the torture of the spirit and mind.

 

Before deep sleep ever occurred, this vivid and terrifyingly realistic, compared to consciousness , telepathic experience, a dream within a dream occurred:

I am drowsing over the bathroom sink, half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms on both sides of the sink, eyes semi-closed, tired,  half asleep and completely naked when something gently brushes my face and loins,  just below the sink and just above  the sink.

I open my puzzled bleary eyes and clearly see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, suspended, hanging from the ceiling above the sink.

It is a filigree chandelier of thousands of razor sharp, hanging and connected fishhooks that I’ve stumbled into and onto stark naked and half awake.

Pinching sharp connections of fishhooks causing pain into my groin area, into my lips and into the cheeks of my face sharply apprise me, more quickly panicking now, that I’ve walked into a booby trap and I begin to be aware that I am deeply hooked in myriad places.

I force myself to think but panic rises as a gorge in my throat and I want to run from this place but am transfixed, stuck by a horror that I cannot, for now I am attached.

Because I have gently moved, I am more firmly hooked, into my genitals, and now hooks bite and pull through my lip and my cheek, as I steady myself to  weigh the moment, in growing horror.

 To move backwards, now, in shock or in a panic of flight, I realize, is to only deeply gaff myself further, in dozens of places, inextricably and beyond help.

I am attached painfully to fishhooks from my top to bottom, still awakening, sleep clouding my mind and standing at my sink!

sculpture GIF

As I lift my right arm to gently work out one fishhook that has gently pushed against and into  a cheek muscle, razor-thin dozens of other fishhooks, fasten against and bite into my flesh, scaring me badly and driving my barely controlled panic  into a growing sense of desperation, deepening my frantic angst .

 As I fully awaken, more quickly now, there is a gathering sense of heart pounding panic and helplessness, as the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks unseen beneath the sink, begin to bite deeper, and more painfully,  into me.

I am a marionette, impaled from face to scrotum and in  a paralyzed, frozen wild frenzy, immobilized in pain, horror and fully panic struck!

I have wandered unknowingly into this macrame of razorblades – like thin fishhooks, obviously on purpose, some madman and murderer fiendishly has concocted over my sink, in my bathroom, just for me to walk into!

The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I am in too many places stuck fast, and in a growing nightmarish predicament that I realize I cannot solve.

I now begin to feel despair, unable to scream, but only to moan and remain muted, for the hooks bite even more deeply into my facial muscles, when I open my mouth to scream out  for help, from my wife,  who is asleep in the other room.

Opening my mouth to yell, I feel the deeper bite of the hook into all the deeper muscles of my body and face, and I am only able to growl and moan loudly, horrifyingly aware that I won’t likely be able to reach her ears, with my low moaning for assistance!

I am becoming more entrapped with every movement and I am so full of fear, that I can hardly breathe.

I am impaled throughout, on a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks, completely and totally trapped, in heart pounding horror,  fully awakened, alert and conscious, now.

My fear level climbs to near hysteria when suddenly, I awaken in a startled reflex, in bed.

It took me weeks of active banishments and many passive tools of metaphysics to eventually deter this demonic and I have often offered prayer for those it subsequently likely attacked, after it  finally left me.

But I have never forgotten that out of body attack to my astral self, recalled as  a powerful imposed nightmare; one  flirts with the Beast of Madness, in such demonic encounters , and in this case immediately after UFO sightings that brought fierce reptoid beings into my very psyche.

POSTSCRIPT:

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 We must needs choose to be a floodlight on a flatcar which pierces the darkness…

Art courtesy (Earthfiles.com)

GHOST-HUNTERS : THE SPIRIT YOU SAVE, JUST MIGHT BE YOUR OWN…

GHOST-HUNTERS : THE GHOST YOU RESCUE, MIGHT BE YOUR OWN

 

GHOST-HUNTERS : BEYOND THIS PLACE, MONSTERS DWELL

by Paul Schroeder

The theory that consciousness ends with physical death, has never been proved, to me.
If one examines a plethora of diverse spiritual phenomena like, demonic possession,
OBEs, NDEs, hauntings, poltergeists, reincarnation memories through regressive
hypnosis, just to mention a few, the undeniable evidence looms as obvious as a trout in the milk.
We should all be born with lunch boxes for our stay here, in this school, is short,
compared to the eternal spark of God within us that endures.
Children see ghosts and have paranormal experiences more so than adults because they
are still close to the other side, having JUST crossed and because there’s evidence that
children see a broader spectrum of light than adults , but to me, the most interesting and
revealing aspects of listening to tapes of past life regressive hypnosis, is the time
described by clients’ narratives of interactions and experiences,  IN- BETWEEN lifetimes…
 I try rescues, every so often, fifty concentration camp sites, all over Europe, where
2,000,000 Jewish children were turned into soap,  the most haunted places imaginable,
exponentially more than any other global site where trapped souls lament.
Untold masses of tormented souls, in time’s layers, according to the transports where they
were wholesale murdered, still suffer, above and around these sites.
Over 2,000,000 children were systematically slaughtered, children separated from their
parents and families, in despair and horror and
 tossed alive into burning petrol pits by Ukrainian and Waffen S.S. hands.
Older children were dispatched by swinging them by the feet, headfirst into walls.
Focus,  on those frantic, horrified and trapped levels of ghosts, suspended in layers above
those locales, and visualize  purple light and angels rescuing them.
These souls have suffered psychological/spiritual damage, that complicates spirit rescue;
 young souls,  in extreme fright, who perished at the hands of adults,
will not approach, or trust, any rescuing medium who is an adult.
Neither will such a fevered spirit who perished in flames, approach the “LIGHT”..
Millions of trapped  child souls, who died in terror and agony,  persist there in that same
nightmarish state of mind.
Screams of children waft in the night air, audible to nearby villages, when
meteorological conditions are perfect.
These murder sites are the most haunted sites, in the ghost realm, geographically.\
Ghosthunters could care less:

They provoke, collect evidence and leave the scene in a moral turpitude, a  non- humaneness, towards trapped and stuck human souls, who suffer.

 

Dangers other than moral ones exist for  uninitiated amateurs who DO go “ghost-hunting”.
A “ghost box’,  fascinating as a doorway to the unseen, offers a dangerous opportunity
for a masquerading  evil one to enter to feast on one’s energies,
 should powerful demonics, who often trap ghosts in a locale for feasting on their
energies, also infest a  ‘haunted house’ and come into contact with ‘hunters’, who then
become the ‘prey’.
 If you had either a loaded gun with a hair-trigger, or a ghost box,  the gun would be a
safer tool to keep close,  for
 when one dabbles in the occult, it can fully open to one, and demons, more ubiquitous
than imagined , drift in to feel tacit unspoken permission,
 to  feel that they own one, and make
one’s life and mind a nightmarish battleground.
Television shows create a sense of harmless fascination and fun with the Dark Side and
deliver a false sense of safety within experimentation with the Occult Dark Side.
Ouija boards, commercially sold as novelty items, remain a threat unrecognized by the
general public, viewing Ouija as “a board game,” like Monopoly or Scrabble, rather than
solid invitations (invocations) to Dark Force entities to approach , more directly.
Television shows with conjuring themes, like Witch Season, Witch Hunter, Charmed,
Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Ghost Whisperer, Bewitched, suggest to the viewing public
that there is no real danger in witchcraft, wizardry and “ghost hunting”, but
 spiritual and psychological dangers can await the unwitting who have  received this
  false sense of safety.
 ‘Hunting’ might well open a door that one can’t close, again.
Predatory, negative, bullying entities exist : Devils (who can walk right into you), sinister
Earthbound spirits, shadow people, demons,  and diabolical alien reptilians, who  often
masquerade, as poltergeists or ghosts are phantoms who fill the air around us.
The chief goal and design of the Darkness, is to extinguish Light, in any form and thus
those who strive to profess Goodness and Godliness come under severe attack,
represented by psychic and emotional manipulations towards ‘wrongness’ and
temptations.
It is an awful battle as a global macrocosm, and within each individual, as a microcosm.
Which “Ghost Buster” can you successfully find in the Yellow Pages, at that point,
because “what followed you home”, afterwards, was more than you were  prepared to
deal with?(classic mind’s-eye broadcast image from a demonic)
When spiritual filth follows a ghost-hunter home, the symptoms can be uniform:
-Concurrent with psychic attacks, (negative ideations and bad dreams) is poltergeist
phenomena; things move within immediate vision, knocks and tapping occur on the
walls occur and a general heavy, unhappy, creepy atmosphere envelops the house and
the moods of its occupants.
Electrical problems, sudden onset of flies and cockroaches, and nightmares, worst
scenario dreams, horrify and prevail.

Pranks predominate.Objects disappear to return days later in strange places and there’s

 

always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes.

Those troubled by hauntings are
 in a dilemma, for having discarded church-based organized religions, long ago, and
having put the Bible on the same shelf, as the Tooth Fairy, they find themselves bereft of
spiritual guidance.
But God  has always been down a long hall, and somewhere else.
 
 Hopefully, if things stay spiritually pedestrian, and one runs into ghosts, during such
“hunts”, can one think how
 dreadful, it must be for them to be trapped and to have their house invaded by
strangers, who cannot see or hear their distress or their ire, for the intrusion of their
privacy, and the ignoring of their cries for help.
 The emotional chaos of a human ghost,  who dwells in the world of mind, is dreadful.
 Still human, it is now in its original spirit form: an electromagnetic conscious fog,
comprised of memories and an identity .
A paranormal tool, that hears word for word what a ghost speaks, would tremendously
assist ghost-hunters and trapped spirits:
A parabolic directional microphone, with earphone headset, will pick up voices
magnified,  to allow a direct two-way conversation.
This is a wondrous tool for giving a ghost guidance, and insight into its plight, and to
assist it in a much needed means out of its predicament.
But instead, EVPs are normally examined and discovered long after the haunt locale is
left behind, but a parabolic directional microphone allows real time interactions for
ghostly voices as sounds are heard in real time.
Ghost “hunting”  bypasses the higher purpose of spirit rescue , for the untrained
‘hunters” care only about ‘evidence gathering’,  and feel no
moral responsibility,  to rescue a trapped human ‘spirit’ always in extreme distress .
All ‘hunters’ make spiritually-trapped souls, hunting- game, their ‘prey’, and that goes
double for ‘hunting’ ghosts because
too many EVPs are heart-wrenching direct requests, ” for help”, too often patently
ignored by such callous evidence-seeking
‘investigators.’
The directional, parabolic microphone with headset earphones, bypasses the need for a
“medium”, and can also discern the graveled croaking of a reptilian- demonic;
(Sadly, charlatans prevail who charge much money,  who  masquerade as “mediums” and
one CAN perhaps call them a culinary “medium”,   because anything, “well done”, is “rare”…)

The enlightened approach of a ghost hunter  must be the same as one  who enters a cave
to find and  rescue a trapped child,
one of  a loving
humanitarian, ghost-humane stance.
Merciful love, is the strongest ‘LIGHT”
We get a sure ride to Earth from Heaven, at birth, but sadly no guarantees for a safe return trip home, at  our death.
One’s destiny chooses one, and the only important days in one’s life, are the day that one
is born, and the day that one knows, why.
  Should we, at physical death, find ourselves  trapped, stuck in ghostly form, we would
loathe to be seen as sport, by “ghost-hunters”,  who observe evidence of our sad
presence, like the enjoyment of a crowd, who applaud animals sorely abused, by rodeos
and by circuses.
Ghost-Hunters, seem to ignore or care less that ghosts are stuck, lost souls, trapped
between worlds, and as a “hunter”,  coincidentally ALSO a spirit, they are uniquely
positioned to assist ghosts’ rescue, as service, to ‘The Other Side’.
And perhaps more importantly realize, that by no longer deserting ghosts to their fate,
and releasing them, after ‘investigation’, that the soul that they rescue,  might one day,
instead be their own..

Love Heals

Casting out entities, be they ETs, spirits, demons, jinns or ghosts)only sends them to

 

another place to torture and trouble another person .
It’s like pulling a nail out of one’s flat tire and then casting the nail out into traffic for someone else to run into.

 

In all healing, do remember that God is “pure” Love and exists hidden within every cell

 

of your being. It is only the power of Love that heals and lifts, elevates the soul to higher planes.

Another essential self-defense rule?

Unlearn fear as fear feeds and empowers bullying negative entities.

I give you the following steps to clear the negative energy:

First,  hold close that spiritual metamorphosis realization that you are a spiritual being, a tiny fragment of God’s light and love.

  1. Close your aura by visualizing a white or gold light around you.
  2. Call upon your chosen cultural representative of God, be it Jesus, Buddha, Babaji, Mary, Mohammed, White Eagle or another one of the beautiful Many “Christed” Ones.
  3. Tell the entities they are healed and forgiven, lifted and enlightened.(repeat this as often as you feel it is needed.)
  4. Tell them that they are filled and surrounded with the Christ light and the Christ love (or the highest consciousness and energy available)
  5. Ask that your chosen  representative (I use my personal angels) arrive and take them to their perfect place and highest expression.

I often state that they be taken to the correct color light and to their proper place within that light.

  1. Ask that all negative thought forms, and limiting mental concepts be dissolved, and lifted into the light of truth.
  2. Ask that all of their psychic bonds be severed, and that they close their auras to all but spirit of the highest vibration.

I ask that all negative karmic, sexual, known and unknown contractual bonds be severed. I augment this with a visualization of a blue flaming sword that severs black cords, in all directions.

Repeat this process until you feel clear.

There may indeed often be more than one healing to accomplish.

Remember that your spoken word is very powerful, and what is spoken, on their level, manifests instantly.

Many enlightened ones use this process before opening their energies and mind to prayers, healings, doing psychic readings of others and  angelic channeling.

Like burning sage to dissipate negative energies, this process creates a clear and safe environment and also lifts the vibrational energy of the one who is doing the healing.

Intent, the inner generator of your mind-soul, is nine-tenths of the spiritual law.

I am still becoming adept in this as a novice, but I recommend that you try to employ this loving ‘expulsion’ as it raises trapped spirit’s vibrational levels and does service to the Other Side.
Moreover, such psychic flexing of unconditional love, illustrates the God-like creative powers of the human mind.

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.

    To rightfully disregard the Bible, causes  many to also wrongfully disregard God, to throw the baby out with the dirty bath water…

     

    God is imbued within us, as a spiritual ‘spark’, and within everything all around us, to be too easily discerned, as unseen, yet as blatant, as the nose on your face…

    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 other than the E.T. biblical masquerade..

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

 

 

(THE GOSPEL OF ST. MARK 4:22/23 reads…….22 For whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open. 23 If anyone has ears to hear, let them hear.”)

 

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 weekend house get- together many years ago, told me horror stories about some abductions.

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

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

Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven feet tall,

 

reptilians who looked upon us as we fancied veal, who with technology violated our World’s airspace every night…

(graphic: Earthfiles.com)

These abductees had  gleaned what reptoids regular human diets consisted of : infants.

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.

Draco reptilians trespass inter-dimensionally as well and tamper with our energies that extend into those other dimensions.

When these or any other inter-dimensional 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  many abductees have such horrid panic attacks and horrid spinal issues, because

 

juvenile reptilians make spinal attachments, to tamper with astral energies which often causes somatic injuries..

ETs specialize in delivering telepathic vivid imagery into the mind’s ‘eye’ like

vivid nightmares, screen memories to muddle recollection aboard craft or more likely insertion of

core images as trauma, to make connections to the human mind.

My acquired insights sustain that ALL nightmares are varied degrees of telepathic

 

attacks used by and delivered from a varied collection of negative-thought-entities who

 

strive to ‘reside’ within such “core-images”, and at least, make ethereal connections from

us to them by imposing traumatic, horrid imagery.

Post-abductions “nightmares” especially fall within this realm.

It is not insightful, to analyze such imagery nor is it wise to assume that it’s innocuous.

One must attempt to not retain such imagery, but to sever and slash at it’s recollection,

 

using tools of metaphysics, from swords to blow-torches, visualized removing connections.

Source helps those, who help themselves..

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…

I shared this with Budd Hopkin’s group.

They said my microcosmic experience was macroscopic in its universality around the globe with many others,  who were also agog.

 

Imagine a whole city-scape,  with most people walking around with an affixed juvenile

 

reptilian attached upside-down to their spines, and all with implanted forgotten

nighttime images; it lends a new meaning to a silent invasion.

 

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

demonic activity,  but instead from unseen reptoids  who imposed nightmares.

Nightmares are imposed for attachment-

 

energy-residence , to ethereally “dwell’, within the layered human psyche, as a core image-nightmare scenario.

Turn over each image and sever the connections that rope-like, appear to connect to one.

Astral snakes and other astral wildlife, including greys and juvenile reptoids seeking ‘sanctuary’, are sometimes found, visualized

 

dwelling ‘behind’ such imagery,  when

 

metaphysics use of swords or blow torches to sever “connection” ‘cords is employed,  and

visualized….

 

This helps..

 

 When one is within grey and reptilian attentive and manipulative reach and grasp,  all

 

vivid “dreams” must be suddenly suspect..

 

When one is later temporarily ‘freed’ from their omnipresent proprietary meddling,

 

one’s foggy and half-remembered normal other “dreams” settle back in.

 

To what extent will Darkness delude those seeking “LIGHT”?

 

I was fooled by a “Christ-Light-figure” experience that radiated bless, and I believed that I

 

had a celestial and divine experience , only to later learn, from psychic mediums, that

 

reptilian alien dark ones had released a quantum of my OWN within- spiritual bliss.

 

Reptilian created astral dimensions, are set up to  ‘trap’ spiritual energies, reptilian  crude

 

astral worlds used to entrap human spirits,  purposefully deterred from “Heaven”,  

 

unsettling ‘stage-sets’  dimensions, wherein human spirits reside and unknowingly await

transfers into other physical bodies to continue the E.T. cycle of ethereal ‘milking’ of  spiritual energy.

 

 

“Aliens” have long been on and involved with this animal-preserve- planet, eons BEFORE mankind showed

 

tampering with our DNA to create

 

a naked-highly-edible ape crop to harvest, a simian race who knots neckties and 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.

This re-framed correctly,  what the ulterior motive, purpose was behind

 

 

The E.T. -given basic religious Biblical insistence that “sacrificial blood be spilled onto all four

 

corners of the altar” is more a reptilian portal demonic summoning technique, far darker and far

removed from anything remotely, “Holy”..

And the E.T. designed ‘Ark-of-the-Covenant’s power to destroy, is another God- masquerading..

Blind UFO sky-watchers and media, focus solely and

 

on craft,  as though some alien-Jedi-mind-trick imposed, denies any focus , instead, on the intent of  the 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 E.T. table- 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)

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 unseen creature reputation,  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.

It was surmised by some in the UFO field, at Budd Hopkin’s  abductee-house-meetings

 

that Earth is a reptilian preserve matrix of time and illusion, a human-

 

playpen-physical anomaly preserve, compared to reptilian lushly-created

 

astral worlds, elegantly designed to ‘house’ trapped human souls.

 

 

 

 

 

I  stupidly (and recklessly) tried an energy experiment with my mind to try to control a

 

UFO by remote viewing, a mind flexing field exercise to satisfy  my chronic and profound irritation for

 

the copious nosebleeds, and nightmares sustained after abductions.

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 bring  warrior- marvelous -results, because

the unused untapped power of our  human minds is part of the  quantum physics of the universe,

 

an energy potential with latent power, 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 scaled cat-like eyes radiated a palpable loathing and rage, which awed me rather than

 

frightened me as I had lost my senses to surprise.

Winged, ceiling-high and scaled, with webbing between brown claws,

It vanished after fewer than than ten 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)

(Author’s Footnote:

Beyond belief, several psychics, disparate in my life, have told me that in my last lifetime, I was a Pleiadian officer on a rescue mission of children, only to be taken and hanged by reptilians, and this lifetime, I wear a circle of scar around my neck because of discs that pinched shut my spinal cord and after emergency surgery, I wear a reminder of their malace and vendetta from a lifetime not remembered, that may explain the ‘encounters’, in THIS lifetime.)

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https://paranormalalienabductionghosts.wordpress.com

As an abductee for my whole life, I have stumbled through unknowing, to suspicion,  and then resistance, and counsel to  offer rare insights and advice to detect and thwart alien soul and body tampering.
Published widely and recognized as an eloquent note in the chorus of barbaric yawps concerning experts who’ve never seen or confronted these myriad entities, personally for 45 years, I write, do radio interviews and assist filmmakers with background research.
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At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic,  spirit worlds of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you R.E.M., are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like  goldfish who never suspect a greater world beyond the pond’s surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality, groping, mouths agape in fish ignorance.
Aliens hybridize, and  invade astrally to abduct, monitor, and possess, to entangle their energies with ours to ride the reincarnation roller coaster of our auras giving a new meaning to a silent invasion.
Earth is under invasion, one person at a time and we are all alone, together.
 
These are my experiences, echoed  my articles:
I  felt electric vibrations throughout my whole body while in bed and saw my body then separate and float out of my body, in astral abductions of my spiritual essence, which retained all of my predilections and discrimination, all the while leaving my chop-meat-DNA- contrived- body, bereft of spirit, behind, in bed.
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At first glance, I believed that I had died!
Out of body, I had conveyor belt travels, vivid OBE sublime and terrifying experiences, at the hands of aliens, directly tied to my previously monitored thoughts, more proof of
that alien-proprietary- monitored-consciousness, suffered by abductees.

 

I have seen different subspecies of alien entities since I was a young child living on Shore Road in Brooklyn until my later years as a resident of Long Island, and I am convinced that many others have also struggled to assess and grasp similar indigestible  alien experiences which challenge everything we’ve ever been taught.alien gif GIF
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for me, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL I saw aliens float me out of my body, in my bed, at night.
Then, I knew that they were more interested in an essence, that I never suspected I had: a soul.
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O.B.E.s and ALIEN ASTRAL ABDUCTIONS

OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCES and ASTRAL ALIEN ABDUCTIONS

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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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…
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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.
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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.
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 For
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
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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’s 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.
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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..

HOW TO SUMMON ANGELS

HOW TO SUMMON ANGELS

by Paul Schroeder
Angels are divine beings, go-betweens between human beings and God,
 another sentient creation of God, who speak only telepathically, and who are usually
depicted as splendid, most holy beings, who have varied wings.

The color and size of their wings delineate the level of their angelic status, as

the angelic realms are highly structured and have specific hierarchies; there are many

levels as well as many categories.

Angels have surely mesmerized spiritual people for millennia, who sought these beings

 

because

of their love for those with open hearts to God, beings noted for instilling a spiritual

 

sense of gratefulness to God.

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However, our soul and our spirituality, is of an essence that we, as a race of beings, are
only barely aware of. Therein lies the rub.
Angels will never or will rarely attempt to interfere in your life unless they are
specifically pleaded with to do so.

Although I have discovered that, contrary to popular belief, angels will not perform overt

 

miracles directly into one’s life, they will however make suggestions and help one to

avoid potential roadblocks.

We are seemingly divine enough to ask , and divine enough, to receive.

All they ask is for us  to sense that a spark within us is eternal, and thus to recognize our spirituality.

Spirituality, isn’t about religious beliefs, but it is about having direct spiritual experiences.

 

The impersonation, masquerade of ancient aliens as, “God”, helmeted and duped the world in the Old Testament ..
God, our true spiritual father, is much too imbued within us, and within everything all around us, to be so easily discerned.
Religion, instead is the bane, creating religious multitudes of harsh judgement and excluding beliefs.
Gandhi said : ” I very much like your Christ , but do not at all like, your Christians”.

I began my own spiritual explorations as a young boy.

 

I always had a burning curiosity about what bodies existed beyond the five skeletons of my physical senses for some unknown reason.
Ghost hunting is sad to me for it does not offer direct help to a trapped, lost, wandering ghost, but a ghost is still astonishing, and self-affirming that we are more than our bodies,  for we step out of our body,  just as we step out of our car, and our clothing, and that we are not our body, any more than we are our clothing, or our car.

I have since learned that the human mind, imbued by God, is part of the quantum physics of the universe.

I never learned much about angels as a youngster but after the bliss I felt in their presence, after praying long and hard,  when in a paranormal  crisis,

 

I  assure you that if you think about these entities long enough, you will have many joyful experiences.

I was slowly amazed at the presence of joy that these unseen loving beings brought, when I was in spiritual angst and  implored them to visit me.

 

When I need to, when  I find that I am again in a spiritual struggle with an impish, untoward, persistent energy,  I  call upon ‘warrior angels of light’ and ‘rescue-beings-of- light”, to assist me in removing the dark spirit troublemaker to ‘its- rightful- place- in- the- right- colored- light-towards-its-next-perfection’.

Just like a trip throughout the world can deeply change your reality perceptions, your life will metamorphose by calling in angels.

 

Working with these beings is another rung on the ladder and an essential part of a rich and  love oriented spiritual life.

Meditation

How can one get to know angels?

Although it appears to sound really very simple, it just isn’t absolutely easy

to learn how to quiet one’s mind and  then to listen to angels who speak to one.

Amazingly,  angelic beings are merely waiting for one to give them specific permission to assist one;

if one can open one’s mind and then one’s heart to receive their astounding guidance one’s world will take on a new and exciting spiritual dimension.

Begin by spending a few minutes each day tuning in to their frequency by using

 meditation, an easy process, we wrongly make  difficult.

 

The easiest way to meditate is to focus on following your breathing in and out and to

 pay attention only to your breathing.

Your mind will normally speed away  with pedestrian thoughts; that’s precisely what one’s mind normally does.

To meditate, allow your mind to do its thing and think but re-focus your attention back to your breathing.

Imagine that you are standing at a terminal window at an airport.

Meditating is simply a process of standing on the tarmac and watching your ideas and thoughts fly by like arranged flights, while you merely stand there, watching the activity.

The mind screen of flying thoughts, may leak but staunch the flow.

If you however get on-board and find yourself lost in a thought, bring your attention back to your breathing.

You can relish the learning curve of  meditation if you avoid judging the process and focus on breathing.

After you have focused your attention on your breathing, internally ask an angel to arrive and to work with you and then in amazement you will feel their  loving presence as a glow of sudden happiness.

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Although they will begin to be there as soon as you do call on them,  it may take you  quite some time to sense their presence and to then begin to receive guidance.

It is comforting to work with angelic beings,  unseen and as close as the nose on your face, and represent the goodness inherent in the Universe.

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These wondrous angelic entities have always been there, just at the edges of our limited reality, waiting for us to request their presences  into our life.

Take the added time to then listen to their most  whispered ideas and to
recognize and welcome their heavenly help.

There are many religious folks who maintain that such angel summoning will only bring in demons, who are so opportunistic, that they will masquerade as angels.

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Such advice is precisely like telling someone to never go swimming because sharks coast unseen nearby where you seek to swim and will devour you if you give them half a chance.

While it may be cautious advice it is not good advice because

when one goes swimming in shark infested waters, the dangers surely outweigh the benefits of swimming.

 

Demons, like sharks, are dreadful, but like sharks, rare in most waters.

“Open the angelic door and demon gangsters will stalk in, so don’t do it”, is thus poor advice.

Always remember that If you feel any remote fear, the spiritual presence is not from God

 but

if you do sense a demon the remedy is facile:

Tell God to send his Arch- angels (Raphael and Michael) to your side, and they will be there before you know it.

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Talk to your angelic Helpers and

call them, ‘ your angelic Helpers’.

Pay attention to the feeling of comfort within you when they do come in contact and

you can tell they are with you when you feel that strong urge to calm yourself.

Then doubt will leave you and you will be able to communicate with them.

Once you have achieved this feeling, you are ready to talk to them and get their help.

Talk to them as you would a respected friend or family member.

Telepathy or audible language is OK.

 

They will speak to you through telepathy as an understanding, or an internal conversation in which you would swear you are talking to and carrying on a conversation with, just yourself,

asking and answering your own questions.

 

It can be quite fast,
and you might feel completely foolish, but

listen to their first answers, and try not to second guess them.

They will always be right the first time.

There is NEVER any fear attached to talking to your angelic Helpers and

the minute you feel fear, be assured that it is no longer them.

Try then to reestablish your feeling of comfort, so as to continue listening to your angelic Helpers.

 

Tell your angelic helpers what it is that you need of them, and then just wait.

If you are deeply in need, remind them how desperate you are and tell them to hurry with

 confidence and thankfulness and never be afraid.

What do panic/anxiety attacks have to do with dark-force-entities?

 

Psychic-mediums know truths medicated patients will never learn:

When is a ‘psychiatric’ problem, an actual  ‘spiritual’ problem?

Try an “experiment’ for your or a loved one’s next ‘panic/ ‘anxiety-attack’ :

Forcible, audibly order the fear/panic away, in the name of anything you hold ‘Holy’..

Why?

The fear/panic onset is a natural reaction imposed by your spirit BECAUSE of  a psychic intrusion by an unseen intruder ; if you “Order -It-Away!” (in the name of light and love) the panic attack will instantly abate, to reveal some of what I have told you.

It will again, however surface and reappear soon, as ‘anxiety’, because these entities are persistent and intrusive.

Try that ‘experiment’..

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Maintaining that conversation, internally and feeling confidence in the subtle exchange is the tandem combination for success. Related image

We truly come from the spirit realm and we also try so hard, often just to return, so we can indeed avail ourselves of heaven’s angelic power,  in an internal talking to heaven.

You surely more than deserve to feel the presence of the love and divine guidance of these creations that always surround you,

and to instead fill your life with the magic assistance and guidance of God’s angelic beings.

TALKING TO HEAVEN, BUT LOST IN TRANSLATION: THE “SOFTWARE” TO SPEAK UP TO “HEAVEN’s EARS”

TALKING TO HEAVEN, BUT, LOST IN TRANSLATION

by Paul Schroeder

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

 

President Carter visited Poland, in 1977.

 

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

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

translation.

 

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

for I desperately needed spiritual help, protection against untoward, unpleasant and

 

unwanted paranormal experiences.

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

This blueprint,  carefully pre-planned by us, our spirit helpers, and guides,  before our

 

birth, is for spiritual learning, within this school, that we call, “Earth”..

 

Whenever I attempted “to create my own creation”, I was

always in dreamscape told ” LET IT BE” and was aware of

my blueprint being read( You wouldn’t imagine by what type of creature) atoning :

” FIRST, A HARD LESSON, THEN, A LIGHT LESSON!”

which always astounded my awareness of pre-planned

destiny and previous alignments that should be adhered to,

as well as depressed me, at my seeming inability to ‘create

my own creation’, while in midstream of that “blueprint’s” rapid’s

current..

So vibrate “higher, I must needs do, I wisely surmised.

 

But the more that I fervently prayed, with angst, to Heaven to  cease and desist

 

paranormal untoward horrid experiences , the more things got worse.

 

 

 I had close encounter sightings of overhead UFOs and  then suffered subsequent

 

abductions by, brilliantly diabolical reptilians, ceiling-tall who radiated hatred and who

imposed vivid, nightmares.

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

 

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

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

 

Why did things get worse, after  desperately fervent prayer?

 

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

 

I felt an electric mortal terror of  persistent , nighttime bedroom alien critters.

 

After abductions, I felt harmed, threatened and  wounded.

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

When I experienced panic attacks , it was long before I suspected that I was a “sensitive” and that

 

free-floating-panic, was simply the soul’s reaction, to ‘intrusion’ psychically.

 

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

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

 

Ghosts, demons, shadow people, poltergeist phenomena, dreadful , vivid nightmares, Out

 

of Body Experiences, and aliens in overhead craft who abducted me.

 

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

I  agonized over my thwarted  spiritual rights  to demand cessation, seek

balance, grounding and  protection, from my angels, my guides, God and my Higher Self.

 But, the more that I worried, petitioned and implored, in despair, to Heaven, to end

 

bizarre encounters, the more that unholy creatures carrying butter knives, pranced

 

naked, into my bedroom’s nightmares.

 

The uninvited fully devoured me, at night.

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

 

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

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

 

night, worrying about.

Since your energy goes where your attention goes, chronic fearful worry, only brings

 

more wolves, to all of your doors.

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

about ruination.

 

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

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

 

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

AS THOUGH WHAT YOU DESPERATELY SOUGHT ,  from Heaven,

HAD ALREADY  BEEN DELIVERED TO YOU…

 

  Like magic,  I was finally able to communicate passed translation bottlenecks, using

 

emotional relief and deep gratitude, regarding my travails.

 

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

A spiritual technophobe, slow to learn,  it took me ten years to figure this out.
A prayer request using RELIEF combined with GRATEFULNESS,   gains and re-adjusts
‘the ear’ of our Higher Selves, angels and spirit helpers, who manifest reality for us,
according to the emotional energy focus, of our heart and  mind.
.

Paranormal inter- dimensional untoward bleed-through experiences  have  diminished,

 

in ferocity and incidence, as a direct result of this ‘language’ software shift in demeanor,

 

to

 

lend a new meaning, to the expression, “from your lips to God’s ears” .
As one reader commented:
 “One must keep a positive energy when communicating to the Creator (God). Just as
when you are floating on the water.. you remain relaxed and at peace, the water and you
are performing a sort of “dance” ..a partnership in your communication between the
water and you.
The same is true when communicating with the Creator. Stay calm, confident, peaceful,
and relaxed.
Be thankful and serene as you SHARE in your petitions to the Creator.. “

POSTSCRIPT:

Free-floating panic attacks are invariably the soul’s natural knee-jerk ‘reaction’ to strong psychic intrusion ;

try an experiment and “order it away!” in any name that you hold reverent and holy and it will recede immediately to prove this point.

Simply keep up the verbal ‘defense’ until it leaves..

Anxiety onset is a symptom of an
‘attack’ spiritually, and not a psychological disorder, something many gifted psychic-mediums accept and know well…

One need not be a ‘sensitive’, to experience this relief from such attacks..

It’s worth an ‘experiment’..

(You’re quite correct in that it is indeed rather difficult.to dissuade such unseen

 

predators , convince them to depart, as they are stubborn, persistent and uncaring,.

So, even after several many efforts, often anxiety from psychic intrusion will continue

 

with one UNTIL they are persuaded that you are convinced you know it’s them and insist

 

on” your own space”.
it can be a battle but you will win the war.

 

 

God is real, but down a long hall, but somewhere else other than world religions’

 

wrongness,  about the ‘vengeful’ nature of God, for God has a natural of love for

humankind..

CATS AND GHOSTS OF BLOCK ISLAND

GHOSTS AND CATS OF BLOCK ISLAND

by Paul Schroeder

Block Island, an oasis off the coast of Rhode Island, is where I have spent  time musing and walking.Ghosts, seen on Block Island are only part of the paranormal show, in town.

One late September I and my wife stayed at the hotel 1661 INN at Old Harbor on Block Island for a week to celebrate a vacation where

we enjoyed an island off season, bereft of tourists from the mainland to watch an island gear down from summer and close up in preparation for the winter.

Only a few bird watchers clubs frequented the island then, for the weather was windy, cold, blustery and rainy,

storms which added to our desire to stay close to the inn and in each other’s close company.

One stormy and windy evening at  ten o’clock in the evening, I went out to the backyard of the inn, tacitly to watch the view of whitecaps roiling on Old Harbor and to socialize with a pair of goats, which roamed freely on the property.

Out on the harbor,  a quarter of a mile from the shore among the rolling whitecaps, I saw a flickering, blue triangular light that vanished and then reappeared a short distance from where it had been.

At first glance, it looked like the angular sail and mast of a middle sized sailing craft, a craft in distress that struggled to make headway in the stormy waters, except that this sail radiated a surreal phosphorescent light, a glow that ebbed and waned like a dying flame .

The bluish sail’s color glowed in a purplish light and then vanished completely, only to reappear another short distance from where it was last sighted.

I initially surmised it to be a flame above the waves from ignited methane from the ocean floor.I watched in  wonder as its shifting movements  made it jump from one location to another location every few seconds; its odd flickering flame glowing in a surreal sailboat triangular form, was something I’d never seen before.

It vanished completely, after a few minutes among the stormy waves, as though it had finally capsized .

The image of that strange vessel has haunted my memory for many years,

a famous Block Island ghost ship seen often in stormy weathers, by many others before and after me.

However, not until recently, some years later,  having read “Livermore’s History of Block Island”, did I realize that the book’s description of an oddly lit and shifting Palatine Ghost Ship seen off Block Island is precisely  what I caught and observed that windy white capped and rain swept evening.

Other ghostly goings-on prevail, there.
A woman seen carrying a clock, and observed talking to herself, is another famous full bodied apparition; she seemingly ignores the greetings of a rare tourist, on a deserted stretch of road at the  far end of the island, and then, clock in hand, she suddenly vanishes.

Even odder, some Block Island ghost stories are still in the making.

(from a communique from a friend):

“I was fishing off Misquamicut Beach in Rhode Island in 1995. I was in a boat, and we watched a big cloud of smoke appear off Block Island in the distance.

What  happened was that an airplane crashed into a restaurant.”

It appears that a young child, a wife and a doctor and his mother all perished en route,

in a small aircraft just before landing at Westerly Airport on Block Island.

The small plane hit a restaurant taking an additional islander life;

one small airstrip lay 500 feet parallel to a line of three coastal restaurants.

Block Island, an off-season haunt for me, now has the addition of these ghosts,  for the dead often remain at the site of their violent death, ghostly additions to  a place already  most assuredly  haunted.

There is resident talk of ghosts seen on the island, especially those spirits restless and active at the Old Town Inn, a hotel location, geographically central to the island.

I would often prefer to stay at the Old Town Inn, inspired by the stories of its often seen ghosts.

History indeed confirms that a State Senator who lived there in the early 1800’s, faced charges that he murdered his ailing mother for his inheritance, by throwing her down the long narrow stairway, a stairway still in evidence.

I surmise that he was acquitted.

But the staircase and basement area judge fate and history differently.

The owner told me that he had seen the bare bulb in the basement often spin of its own accord; it kept him and mainland workmen away from that basement.

Most locals were too leery an ilk to spend any real, required time down there, doing some essential repairs.

When restorations had initially begun, it had been noticed that all interior doors had been removed; when the new owners had queried contractors why this had been done, a disturbing answer had been returned.

The many doors’ constant opening and closing by themselves had unnerved, distracted and unsettled the mainland workmen.

They had removed the doors, and erased these house symptoms, but touched not the disease, itself.

Guests have asked the front desk about a ghostly woman, seen from their upstairs windows,  a spectre who has walked in the deeper shadows of the garden at night, in a pink, long, flowing gown, who has carried a pink parasol.

She can be  seen in the back garden, under a full moon, late at night, when weather conditions are perfect.

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I would stay here on Block Island, despite its ghosts, because it was far from  scenic views of the harbor, and from crowds of daily ferried tourists.

This central location on Block Island allowed me to be more reclusive in my wanderings, far from people, which was my nature.

I wandered among persimmon trees, apple and wild plum, across vacant meadows and fields whose scattered vestigial remnants of ancient  stone foundation fragments revealed where houses once stood.

On one such long walk, a deer froze in a field to then bolt from view and

on my return to the Inn, on that same cold, windy afternoon, I saw a cat

quickly scurry under the foundation of the hotel, a cat as orange in color as the drifting early October Maple leaves.

Only the feral cats who roam the streets of Block Island know its ghosts as permanent residents,  lost and not yet found.

Block Island’s feral cats, independent and grateful creatures, like solitary ghosts, have astonished me in the oddest ways.

Whenever New York City snow drifts high enough to seal all the doors and windows of February, I conjure an image of frozen kittens cuddling in the Rhode Island icy snow.

That image haunts me,  though I’ve never seen it.

I was informed when I inquired at the inn, that she was feral and would have to over winter on the island alone, that she belonged to no one and had recently had a litter somewhere under the cellar.

The staff, who took pity on her and who fed her, would soon leave by early November.

The hotel wouldn’t re-open until mid April; in deep winter snows, with a new litter of kittens, she would be on her own.

I was moved to go into town to buy some canned cat food and these I presented to the kitchen staff who cared for her.

I was told that I could

feed her myself, as she was just outside the kitchen, awaiting a handout..

I opened two cans and spoke to her, watched her as she fed.

I wondered aloud to the kitchen staff what fate might bring to those kittens when heavy winter snow lay against the outside of those abandoned

kitchen doors, all winter long.

Later, about ten o’clock in the evening, I heard a knock on my door that stopped my writing and upon opening the door, I found the chef outside, smiling warmly.

He asked me if I could follow him down to the kitchen.

She had, he said, been grateful to me and had brought me a ‘thank you’ gift, in eloquent cat artistry.

A large, dead marsh rat lay by the back kitchen door, fully displayed, on the welcome mat.

Puffed up and very proud, she paraded back and forth over it, purring and repeatedly making eye contact with me.

She had caught it and then she had brought it to me,  as thanks, but also as a token.

It had somewhat assuaged my anxieties about her and her broods’  chances of survival, facing an icy cruel winter, with no food,  alone on the island with only ghosts, as her company..

I recall that cat’sunflawed nature, uncomplaining and noble;

her show of gratitude and
courageous

resiliency showed her fearlessness.

Ghosts and cats who roam Block Island would wander alone in the coming ice storms,

and she, bereft of food,

with new and hungry kittens to feed,  would face a winter

of killing blizzards.