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

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

 By  Paul Schroeder

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

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

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

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

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

(graphic: Earthfiles.com)

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who Could Ever Imagine Such Creatures ?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Will You Attempt To Be as Foolhardy as I?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

I  totally forgot about this experimental exercise within an  hour.

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

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

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

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

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

It vanished after less than five seconds .

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

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

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

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

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

 

Editor’s Note:

Illustrations of reptilian aliens courtesy of

Linda Moulton Howe’s

http://www.Earthfiles.com 

(with permission)

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COMMUNIQUES FROM THE LUNATIC FRINGE

by Paul Schroeder

(Author’s note:

for veracity and authenticity I changed nothing and even glaring spelling errors persist.

 

I did change names and emails, to protect those who wrote me, suffering attacks from ET Dark Force Entities..)

 

In a message dated Eastern Daylight Time, wadesadi writes:

“Sorry to disturb you again but I am really getting hit hard now more than before.

It seems that the more I fight the more it/they retaliate/s. During the night I get deprived of my sleep I wake up at 3 am 5 am 6 am to fight off this parasitical entity that tends to feed on my energy.

It focuses on my genitals can you imagine this is crazy. It is now causing me head pain just if I already did not have enough trouble.

I have been intensively praying since the past 3 years, I sleep with light on the rosary or the Coran playing all along the night (of course this my computer was sabotaged so that it stopped playing this confirms that prayer disturbs it/them but it does not stop them.

I am leading a sinless life but I am still being hit hard. Makes no sense. Where are our angels who should protect us?

Why is this happening to me? I feel totally powerless no answers from the invisible world to comfort me no signs of what to do no indication of when will this stop.

I have read all your articles they are the best so far that explain the phenomenon in all its forms.

I am planing to go to a pilgrimage to Medjugorje it seems that maybe this will help me.

Thanks for your contribution to explain this phenomena which disrupt the life of many humans.

Brilliant articles you write explain how you have also wrestled. thank you.

And, from another in paranormal angst:

 

“Two nights ago experienced sleep paralysis I actually saw the entity, it looked nothing human nor monstrous seemed like dense liquid with no defined shape.

Fought it off and was able to release myself from its paralyzing force. Last night woke up at 3 am as if something pinches a nerve and you are suddenly fully awake and alert.

I got up recited the prayers used during an actual exorcism for about an hour went back to bed and fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up rested with almost little or none disturbance during the remainder of the night. I believe it is my guardian angel that wakes me up always at 3 am sharp as if he wants me to be fully awake for the spiritual combat.

My only defense is prayers reciting chakras to Jesus the rosary and other repetitive forms of prayers with devotion and concentration.

With time and prayer I have developed a vibration that radiates from the center of my chest which helps me counter attacks.

It seems that the demons just will never give up seeking contact with me and worshiping Jesus, God, the Virgin Mary empowers me and most of all I am no longer afraid of them.

Canfor oil works good as a repellent when they crawl up your legs it acts as a barrier if you spread some on your ankles.

I also sleep with the rosary playing all night often I wake up and find my

computer turned off. Ultimately, this means that it disturbs them.

But what really bugs me is that tapping noise which you are never able to locate where it is coming from.

It announces the arrival of a visitor I then have goose bumps as it approaches me to seek contact.

We are talking about forms of energy which exist on a different plane but is capable to have access to our physical plane.

I find it unfair since they have an advantage over us. However, I believe that there is a purpose for all this it has to do with our salvation.

During the life of a person she will never experience what some people like us have.

That does not mean the demons are not there.

They are fantastic in camouflage and remaining noticed.

I have gone so far as feeling total darkness rather than feeling it.

All of this as just changed me to a better person no sin as I did before” Prayer is part of my daily routine and the love and fear for God is in my heart.

I feel that the times are near.

I hope that when my wife arrives from abroad (just for married in Maroco) she will join forces with me to defeat the demons.”

Cheers,
Ted Phillips

 

On Sat, AM, Paul Schroeder wrote:

Ted Phillips,

I also suffer from sensitivities I would rather shed than embrace:

 

May God bless you and spare you, Ted

Expecting the bull not to charge because you’re a good person is naive and

sanguine.

Your efforts are working as they are fighting back and you will win; they

cannot.

The human mind has Godlike powers to deter them.

Use a menthol or camphor athletic ‘rub’ on the affected areas without hurting your private parts.

Prayer attracts them, when one is under attack, so do it privately.

Sulfur released from struck kitchen matches or several flat book matches can cleanse an area quickly; use a few and then another few.

As a proven experiment, I shall not only pray for you but will send you one of my angels; you’ll know that the angel is there when you have a strong desire to calm down and relax.

You’ll further know because you’ll sleep well without troubles.

Each one of us is helped by others until one can also so assist.

Paul Schroeder

 

Ted Phillips writes:

“Thank you for your response.

This is to confirm to you that this night was good. I felt as I was gently and warmly caressed. Your angel did come. As you suggested did not play prayers all night, I also applied the menthol cream on my genitals. Did pray for 1 hour in a church. I had a nice dream I was swimming underwater in a tropical island very pleasant.

Will keep you posted on how things evolve. Moreover, I really appreciate your help will also mention you in my prayers. This life is really a mystery.

Thank you

Ted Phillips

 

Polyphemus writes:

Ted,

Taking on a demon by focusing on it with your third eye, to see it, or trying to cast it out in Jesus’ name, can often inspire it to move inside you just for spite.

Some demons crave embodiment, and so demon possession consists of demons inhabiting a human body.

Mental diseases with their erratic or even insane behavior, along with physical diseases, often accompany demon-possession for demons perversely desire to destroy even the bodies that they inhabit.

Thus, passive defenses are always preferred.

(Verbatim advice from Robert Bruce, et al, “Astral Dynamics”,  who for many years, served as my friend and mentor ):

“.1. ‘Increase the grounding to maximum.

Soak your body or especially your feet in a salt bath(or a bucket).

Salt water creates a mild electrical current that can expel evil ones.

2. Get as much sunlight as you can. Sunbathing. Sunlight penetrates flesh and destroys ectoplasm implants.

For winter, get a powerful ‘grow light’ as are used for growing indoor plants.

Spend at least 30 minutes a day in shorts bathing in this light.

3. Verbal and silent affirmations. ‘my shields are perfect’ ‘I am perfectly protected’ ‘I am healthy, happy and relaxed’.

Do these firmly and aloud as much as possible per day and

Use driving and shower time and times you are alone.

Also do silent affirmations, and particularly try to fall asleep while doing these.

Key and essential here is time and energy; the more time you put into this the stronger the effect.

‘my body and mind are happy and relaxed’

‘my natural shielding is perfect’

‘my mind is perfectly shielded’

Affirmations often work best when the actual problem you want to stop is worked around.

For example, ‘my body and mind are happy and relaxed’ tells your higher self this message.

The only way your higher self can bring this about, if you are demon troubled, is to remove the demon problem.

For example, say that a demon is causing lots of stomach gas and discomfort – very common.

The affirmation ‘my stomach is relaxed and happy’ would directly target the cause, and encourage the higher self to remove the demon.”

(Here’s a key tool he offers that bleeds to the edge of the plate:)

“The trick is to keep one’s mind and senses (especially the sixth sense) firmly away from what is happening.

Focus on something mundane and positive.

Think about gardening, football, cooking, anything.

If prayers or mantras are thought or said, they should not express anxiety, fear or an actual need for immediate protection.

This helps avoid forming unwanted firmer connections.

Focus calmly on the words and not on the reason for their utterance.

While holding a positive focus away from supernatural possibilities, sensible countermeasures should be applied, i.e., turning on light and music, slicing some garlic.

This should be done in a matter-of-fact way to avoid forming connections that might escalate problems.

It is essential to keep the focus of one’s mind firmly away from the source of what is happening.

Focus on countering the symptoms, not on their source.

A matter-of-fact attitude (the intelligent use of denial) is both protective and defusing of all such demonic problems.

If something flies off a shelf in response to your prayer, simply say; “well, these things happen”.

It also makes the best possible use of one’s natural mental shielding.

One may feel anxiety and trepidation on the inside, but one should never realize and express these feelings, mentally or vocally, during a direct psychic demonic attack’.”

(Robert Bruce, et al, “Astral Dynamics”)

And It must be true, that those who are most aware of  and who have been relieved of strong and intrusive ET demonics, must ‘ pay it forward’, to attempt to then assist others.

Alien Abductions: Hypnosis and Amnesia

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Alien Abductions:

Hypnosis and Amnesia

 
By Paul Schroeder
(Copyright 2017, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)
<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>

 

  • Giordano Bruno- February 1600 (burned at the stake by Church Bishops for teachings against the Roman Catholic Church) :

  • “Innumerable suns exist! Innumerable earths circle around their suns, no worse and no less inhabited than this globe of ours.

    For no reasonable mind can assume that heavenly bodies that may be far more magnificent than ours would not bear upon them creatures similar or even superior to those upon our human Earth.”

 

The following account is based on an actual encounter:

 

Dr. Paul Schroeder and his wife, Susan were boating on North Conway Lake in New Hampshire, near the North Conway mines, on May 13, 2008.

They paddled into a deep hidden canyon, entering between huge boulders which formed a narrow gateway.

It was a place that they had been to before,  to make love in the wild flowers, in a vast hidden field.

Both pulled the boat up onto the narrow beach shadowed by overhanging willows and had a cold lunch of chicken and white wine.

It was a pristine landscape to wander in and dream.

Soon they felt the air vibrate strongly like an explosion’s aftershock.       A wave blast of air and temperature.

“What in God’s name was that?” Susan asked.

Her husband answered:

“Likely, it’s a shock-wave from a dynamite explosion, miles behind us, at the North Conway mine.  But there was no sound, and we’re miles and miles, too far from the mine.”

She added, “You must remember, that mine’s long been closed!”

He thought for a moment, “You’re damned right.”

He climbed the boulder behind him and said:

“It came from just outside this  hidden cove, but I should be able to figure out what happened, if I can see out over the lake, from up there.”

He pointed.

“You’ll probably fall and kill yourself,” his wife warned.

After hard climbing, he reached the top boulder which was split and he could look out through a sharp cleft within the rock.

Two large, shiny, round craft floated on the water just beyond the narrow entrance to the cove.

He didn’t stop to look twice.

What he had seen was so unbelievable that he scrambled down to get his wife.  His astonished aspect, a slack jaw and wide eyes, was all the convincing that she needed.

Both climbed up to the well-hidden vantage point to get a better perspective.

Both metallic craft were fifty to sixty feet wide, twenty feet thick at the center and fifteen feet thick at the rim.

Round, black-edged ports covered the rim at a distance of every four feet.

On the top sides, hatch covers were open, and moving slowly around its surface were spindly creatures, who moved in unison, like robots.

On both ships, over their heads from a central position, was a slowly rotating hoop-shaped object.

When the hoop reached a point directly opposite the husband and wife, it stopped.

So did all of the creatures … Ominously for the couple, the creatures stared toward the couple’s hiding place and remained motionless.

The husband, with a frantic whisper pulled at his wife’s dress:

“Jesus, Lord, get down!”

And both of them did, but they were sure that the creatures had spotted them.

They remained hidden, staring round-eyed at each other, and then noticed a quick movement;  a deer below, had come to the water’s edge, to drink.

They were sure that the strange creatures were instead watching the deer and they slowly rose for another good look.

The hoop was rotating once more, operated by a creature, standing below it, who wore a small, scarlet head covering.

All were small and wore close-fitting dark suits and blue helmets.

One creature placed a shiny green hose in the water, drawing in water and at the same time discharging something from another hose.

Again the hoop stopped and all the figures froze … They stared toward the couple on the rock.

Husband and wife ducked and counted to thirty before they inched up for yet another look.

Two hours later, dazed and confused, missing time, the couple ambled back into their boat and headed for home.

They were both grim faced and neither spoke for the whole trip back, and the further they traveled from the lake, the more their amnesia of the incident grew.

They traveled home, bereft of memories.

A week passed during which each night’s “dreams”  held disturbed and bizarre scenarios.

One night, as his son slept, he stole gently into the bedroom where his child was sleeping, and removed three books, by J.M.Barrie.

He had awakened in a sweat from a nightmare and the stars had been bright against the blackness of the night sky..

Rather than awe, dread had descended to encompass him.

He now felt strongly protective and oddly repulsed by the notion of  Peter Pan, a never-aging figure, who comes down from the sky and floats children out of their bedroom, at night, accompanied by a little ball of light, Tinkerbell.

AFTERWORD:

“The overall patterns in these cases are so remarkably consistent, often down to  even tiny details, that people reporting these experiences often sound so inherently credible that the phenomenon simply cannot be dismissed.”

Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the abilities, of aliens, by  recreating and reverse engineering:

  • lasers,

  • fiber optics,

  • nuclear power,

  • cold fusion anti gravity,

  • microwaves,

  • stealth technology,

  • nanotechnology

  • microchips,

    specialized surgical tools,

    cloning-genetic engineering

  • and most recently, the scramble to deduce ‘smart skins’ of craft, which, chameleon-like, alter shape and color according to background environments.

    All of these magical technologies, from E.T., successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.

    We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, –“The Day the Earth Stood Still”– though he is the diametric opposite of the charming, handsome, gracious, elevated spirit in alien form, in that film .

    He, in reptilian, mantid form- and in grey form- instead see us, in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens: a harvestable livestock crop.  And one does not ever remotely, seriously consider equanimity, with chickens.

  • EPILOGUE:

  • Director of CIA, Admiral Roscoe 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.”

  • pg. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. 30 

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL he saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence he never suspected that he had; a 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 people, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

80% of the population is so saddled, unknowingly.

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

sudden

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

But, what of my experience with a juvenile reptilian that

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

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

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

Imposed nightmares were vivid and dazzling in the extreme.

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

(classic round craft, designed specifically for human abductions)

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

This can be tested, simply:

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

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

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

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

 

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

– varied nanotechnology,

-microchips,

-specialized surgical tools,

-cloning-genetic engineering and inter-species bypass techniques

-psychotronics: electronic machines that respond to brain-waves

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

magical technologies, reverse engineered and imitated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

There have been ‘positive’ offshoots :

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

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

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

adeptness with hypnosis and metaphysics ‘tools’,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

EPILOGUE:

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

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

(see below)

see below:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ARE YOU AN ALIEN ABDUCTEE?

Alien Abductee Assessment Checklist Questions

by Paul Schroeder

Before you deny alien abductions abjectly or even suspect that you are experiencing them, this checklist is engineered to assist in determining if regressive hypnosis or more investigation may be required.

If you can strongly and unequivocally say,”Yes!” to ten or more questions, you may well be one of millions worldwide who has had experiences of high strangeness with alien entities, but one, like most, whom has little idea.

Taken astrally during sleep,  ‘screened’ recollections resemble vivid dreams.
 One may even be physically marched around an alien craft to later awaken in bed with little clue, for aren’t all experiences, during sleep. mistakenly recognized as mere dreams?
These questions point to alien tampering that is very elusive but which in retrospect examinations,  becomes as obvious, as a trout in the milk.
Then, regressive hypnosis will reveal the whole entire iceberg and not just this suggested tip :
Have you ever suffered bouts of severe disabling anxiety and panic attacks?

(for men) Are there lumps or is there a small, hard ‘cyst’ within the skin of your scrotum/testicles?(for women)Did you ever suspect that you might be pregnant and learned that you were not?Did you ever miss a period and were confused about why?

Do you have feminine problems like painful periods?

(for both men and women):

Did you ever awaken with sore genitals?

Did you ever have a diagnosis of low blood pressure, heart rate or body temperature?

Have you ever awakened with soreness, bruises or scratches on your body?

Did you ever on more than one occasion experience a high tone ringing in your ears?

Have you experienced repeated sinus difficulties?

Is your hearing faculty extraordinarily good?

Have you ever had nosebleeds in the morning or later in the day for no reason whatsoever?

Do you awaken more tired than you were going to bed?

Do you awaken during the night with being startled / have nightmares that linger in your memory longer than usual dreams?

Any headaches/pains behind just one eye?

Do particular lights/smells/sounds affect you with a hypersensitivity?

Have you memories/dreams of odd beings?

Have you ever noticed black cars, black helicopters or men in black suits?

Did you ever spot a UFO or seen lights in the sky making unusual maneuvers?

Did you suddenly ever smell rotting odors or the smell of burning wire for no good reason and with no source discernible?

Did you ever see what looked like odd swirling fog or mists indoors?

Have electrical or electronic equipment/ appliances, light bulbs, wrist watches acted peculiarly around you?

Have you always secretly believed that you were truly most “different” than other people?

Are you oddly, unusually telepathic/psychic at times?

Are you extremely licentious /lascivious/sexual?

Have you ever gained or lost time?(such as arriving much sooner or much later while driving somewhere)

Have you ever felt that you must suddenly lay down for a nap feeling dazed or drugged for no reason?

Have you ever experienced what you thought was an out of body experience?

Have you ever felt eyes on you or sensed an unseen presence nearby?

Do your pets react to unseen presences?

Have you ever awakened as if no time had elapsed between going to bed and awakening, with no recalled dreams ?

Have relationships/sex been predominantly discomforting and problematic?

Have you studied the nighttime sky and stars with an over fascination and undue anxiety?

Have you awoken to find random possessions/clothing not where you left them?

Were you ever very insistent about not having children?

Is there a feeling that you know something you should not talk about or even think about?

Have you ever felt that you were being watched by unseen eyes during sex ?

Have you ever ‘dreamed’ of aliens/UFOs?

Do you have difficulties sleeping/unusual sleep patterns?

Are you or have you ever been frightened of closets such that the closet door must be firmly closed before you can close your eyes to go to sleep?

 Have you moved many times/changed your place of residence often?

Are you very phobic of injections and dentists/ medical procedures?

Do you often feel that ‘elevator feeling syndrome’ (of eyes behind you)/ being watched?

Do you go to bed with the light/ radio/ television on or does your bed HAVE to be up against a wall for a feeling of ‘safety’?

Are you much more open minded than most people?

Are there gaping memory gaps around childhood/puberty years of your life?

Have you experimented with altered states of consciousness?

Do you think of plants and animals as just as important as human beings?

Have you had vivid dreams of flying?

Have you dreamed of being chased or of rescues?

Have you dreamed that you were in a classroom /taking odd exams?

Have you dreamed of crowded rides on buses/trains or dreamed you were travelling on a bicycle?

Have you dreamed of catastrophic wars/tidal waves/ mass evacuations?

Have you dreamed about odd or unusual small children ?

Have you dreamed/had nightmares about large bugs or large insects?

Have you ever dreamed of seeing / being aware while being underwater/or breathing underwater?

Have you ever dreamed that you were being surgically worked on?

Are you virtually immune/highly resistant to drugs like Novocain, requiring dentists to give up on you sometimes?

Do you have an exaggerated startle reflex?
For another fast ‘test’, ask yourself, “where are alien implants, in my body?” and allow your hands to wander, on their own; your unconscious mind will take over and you’ll notice where your hands reside…

Rather than blatant landings of alien craft on your front lawn (or the White House’s front lawn), the alien human abduction experience is subtle and ineffable, inter dimensional and elusive and predominates when we are asleep in R.E.M.s.

The images recalled as ‘dreams’ are, in truth, alien- imposed  scenarios, ‘tests’ that are so uniform from one abductee to the next they that seem almost stock footage in that so many similarities abound.

The residual post trauma of abductions resolves into a disease syndrome, containing many of the above emergent symptoms as clear indicators.

To those UFO investigators who cling only to ‘hard evidences’, I chide, how

can we ‘prove’, that reptilian aliens reportedly fancy the taste of human beings?

 

For years, at meetings at Bud Hopkins house in New York City, many abductees, over the years gleaned that ‘ we are a harvest’, a mere condiment in the Universe, an echo of Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone episode, “To Serve Man”, when it comes to reptilian diets of human flesh.

“Hard facts and empirical scientific evidence”, may assist with collecting evidences in superficial craft sightings, as logistics, but such an approach fails to reveal humankind’s continued interactions with non-human intelligence behind the steering wheels of UFOs.

 

The “Devil’s hour”, the last REM period in early morning is the worst time.

I have in OBEs encountered reptilian astral worlds designed and equipped to trap people’s souls, worlds almost as real as this one, where humans miserable, lost and frightened reside in darkness.

Restaurants, highways and large apartment buildings are filled with such ‘dead’ but not in Heaven, still trapped and lost souls.

When I recover from such virtual reality 3-D experiences, I remember to request,” All of my soul fragments trapped in astral worlds are to be first healed, and then returned to me, never to leave, again”, and I remember to pray for the lost souls who eat, live and travel in such distraction, not unlike this world, in synthetic reptilian reality constructs.

Startled and confused, I was moved to ask Peggy Kane,

a good friend and colleague, who specializes in reverse speech.

She has illuminated me, such that I now glow in the dark.

 

It’s better to see oneself as a hero rather than a victim.

Learn to unlearn fear and see yourself not as an alien beset person with a soul within, but as a soul eternal, who now has external  human problems, with aliens.

 

We all stumble in the dark, blindfolded, all of our lives, only to discover that we are deluded and mislead by those who offered us light, to travel the path.
Dreams, when one is harassed by these beings, are often recollections of snippets of psychic tampering by beings who see us as a product and not a sentient race and as such these dreams cannot be trusted to reveal greater truths.
Madness is an offshoot of encounters with them, a retribution for those seeking understanding and equanimity.

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

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

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

There have been ‘positive’ offshoots :

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

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

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

adeptness with hypnosis and metaphysics ‘tools’,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

We are in a hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor, and the truth, is that
we are all hybrids, rendered into naked apes, with DNA manipulations over eons, by the reptilian masters of the universe, who created this ‘preserve’, that we call Earth, who unpleasantly see us as a product, a harvestable crop, much as we see chickens.

 

POSTSCRIPT:
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
(“I’ve been convinced for a long time that the flying saucers are interplanetary. We are being watched by beings from outer space.” —Albert M. Chop, deputy public relations director, NASA, True Magazine , Jan. 1965. ”)
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, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning, to the concept of a silent invasion.

TAKEN : AN ABDUCTEE TURNS THE TABLES ON AN ABDUCTION

TAKEN : AN ALIEN ABDUCTEE TURNS THE TABLES ON AN ABDUCTION

 

He had been taken from the desert, in Texas, when he was seven years old.

His father, shot-gun in hand, and he had been climbing rocky outbreaks amidst cactus and scrub.

They had hunted coyote there before,

and had used a coyote lure, a blow- into device that produced a sound that resembled a rabbit’s cry of pain; with their backs to the setting sun to blind the predator’s approach, they had shot and killed six, that evening.

But soon they had been prey and not predator.

A craft had appeared overhead.

It had appeared from nowhere, instantly.

It was blue like the sky, slowly changing to brown, like the desert floor, then silver, ‘smart-skin’ camouflage, as though the color progression change of metal cooling.

Later, when his father had awoken, a shell had been discharged, missing from the chamber, but he had no memory of ever firing the gun.

The seven year old had been swept aloft into an overhead craft and examined by small, dark, large-eyed, hairless beings with large pear-shaped heads extended in the back.Alien Mind Scan
They had a thin torso, long arms with three long fingers, spindly legs, no ears and mere slits for mouth.

The large black eyes strangely had compelling power.

“You will not remember!”

But he had remembered..

He had felt pain unlike any ever imagined and he screamed

The large black-wet eyes had stared at him endlessly, extensively, close up to his head.

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“This will not hurt.”, they had said.

But agony had suffused lines and channels throughout his body.

Terror, rage and pain had overcome him.

The creatures had been puzzled by his pain, saying,” You will not remember.”

When he was returned to the desert floor, some forty minutes later, his father  looked switched off, eyes glazed.

 

Saliva dribbled from the right corner of his mouth.

It was his sobbing, he had then believed that had awoken his father.

His father had told him that he had imagined and dreamed it.

“The Texas sun can give you heat stroke, make you see things”, he had said, holding the shaking boy close and placing a hand over his son’s forehead.

” Let’s find some shade.”

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They had walked to the shade of hemlock and mesquite at the foot of rock outgrowth and had eaten bologna sandwiches with yellow mustard and had washed it down with canteen water.

During this, the child had held his father’s hand and  had not let go.

 

While his father had chewed slowly and watched his son in puzzlement, the child had stared upwards in fear.

When he was seventeen,  an abduction’s violence became mutual, one night  :

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Photo taken over Scotland on September 20, 2011

*One night, a creepy psychic feeling had prevailed, and aware of them, and their approach, he had pretended to be asleep, had gone into deep, regular breathing, and had visualized a dream he would like to be in, but instead, he had waited.

‘The wallpaper on three walls had distorted and bulged and animal-like small snouts and pear-shaped grey heads, on small creatures had waggled in rapid fashion, back and forth.

They had seemed to melt out of his bedroom walls, had stood coldly  to surround him and his bed, one close by his side, two at the foot-board, and another by the doorway.

He had jumped up and had grabbed the closest one to him around the neck, had clutched the feather-like being’s back to his own chest, pinioning him.

The creature had frantically struggled to hit him with a small hand-held rod-like device, but the pillows had

prevented the creature from reaching the teenager’s body with it.

In panic, the lightweight creature had squirmed and had thrashed in the boy’s tightening grip.

The others had in quick moves, like jumping spiders, scattered from the tight circle.

He had tightened his grip and had squeezed hard until

something brittle had snapped in the creature’s neck.

Suddenly the scene had changed and he had seen his whole family, brother, mother and father surgically eviscerated, but alive and in tears.

On a black floor under hospital lights, had been lungs, intestines, strewn amidst their gore,  and as they had laid there amidst their organs, they had pleaded with their eyes for him to save them.

The image had been so real that it had successfully worked to confuse, startle and distract him.

He had been convinced that real harm had come to his family and he had quickly loosened his grip.

His parents  had writhed in agony, butchered horribly in front of his eyes.

There had been a dank, musty smell that had then permeated the bedroom.

The creature in his arms, in self protection, in desperate panic to free itself,  had flashed the imagery into his mind, but he was sure he had killed one of them.Alien Mind Scan

They never came for him physically, after that night;  when he was safely deep within R.EM. sleep.

 

They would tease away, vibrate out his astral energies/ soul, from his body, like chop-meat left behind in bed, in alien astral abductions, and he’d awaken with vivid screen memory “bad dreams”, feeling bereft, completely unable, in out of body abductions, to strike  back at his tormentors.

I once read that another abductee wrote:
‘A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality’.

For me now, the concept of, “sleep” and “dreams” have forever been altered.

To my mind, for one to live unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the motives and tactics of  the pilots of UFOs in our universe, is in itself, quite an amazing thing.

Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to eight feet tall, scaled reptilian alien beings, with webbing between their claws, yellow/red cat-like eyes, rule the galaxy and command UFOs..

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These upright saurian ‘monitor lizards’, Moth-men, alien reptilians who look upon us, as we fancy veal, were the Gods of Nordic, Sumerian, Mayan, Greek myths and the ancient Hebrews of Old Testament Bible.

What have abductees gleaned about our being  alien food?

Small Greys, synthetic-job-beings with no digestive tract, bathe in a solution of human fluids, endocrines to absorb them as food through their skin.

And reptilians eat human babies and youngsters, a delicacy whose flesh isn’t yet inundated with drugs and chemicals.

Highly advanced Nazi type aliens have always relished us, on this preserve of theirs, that we call, “Earth”, and as ancient masqueraders of “God”, ordered

ancients to follow Biblical kosher laws,  fed them manna-, just as we feed corn to Omaha cattle and grains to snails to improve their culinary flavor.

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The mystery of dietary commandments unfurls as

human  farming , from the beginnings of time,  as we animal ‘husband’  living creatures who we  later slaughter, and  eat.

What could be worse?

Rather than seen as a sentient race, we are

a simian crop, to Draco reptilians,  who revealed their punishing diabolical brilliance,  to insure that human “diet” , by an ancient  masquerade of a possessive , demanding, Biblical ‘God’.

‘The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form.’ an abductee wrote.

‘Knowing that the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind.’

‘Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality.’

It is essential to think  about what too many researchers have gleaned :

that we are stuck in an reptilian imposed matrix, a time-space created / tethered- play-pen dimension, on their preserve for us, that we call, “Earth”.

The best E.T. Draconian Reptilians games-keepers, never let the creatures in a preserve ever remotely suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve…

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One must  think of our world,  wrapped in a dream, for after a nightmare, one awakens to think, “It was only just a dream.”

And the world, is very much like that.

And I know that Earth is being invaded, one person at a time, and that abductees, are alone, all together..

POSTSCRIPT:

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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 , organized religions and force yourself to put the Bible on the same shelf, as the Tooth Fairy ;

God, is real, but He has always been down a long hall, and somewhere else..

*based, in part on a Gulf Breeze account, from the sixties.

BIO:

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

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

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

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

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

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

MILITARY COMBAT MEMORY OF MY FATHER


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

Paul Schroeder

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