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.

But no one know that I was to employ the psychic energy of a psychic medium in this fool hearty endeavor

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:

This being ‘taken’, is continued from one lifetime to another a sort of ownership proprietary attitude that they take towards us all. Extremely vivid “dreams” are imparted to one’s mind during sleep to make connections to them and the best way to detach is to recall the vivid dream, turn it over in your mind and with a sword, cut connections from you to them; it’s involved metaphysics that works after a fashion.)

THE MODERN MYTH OF EVOLUTION : DNA AS ALIEN NANO-TECH

DNA AS ALIEN NANO-TECH : DARWIN COULD NOT IMAGINE ALIENS

by Paul Schroeder

 

God is responsible for the spiritual entities within our bodies, and there’s a harsh truth to face :

aliens are the most likely candidates for the geniuses behind the amazing nano-tech DNA which designs our life form physical bodies; there is no argument required.

The alien silhouette fingerprints, within our DNA, point to evidence that we were not ordained to this planet, by God, but by aliens , a newly revealed history and destiny for us, in this universe.

God, is true enough, but the O.T. Bible as a touchstone of “HIM”, with its myths and tales has no place in this DNA amended raised human consciousness, for cruel and deceptive reptilian aliens masqueraded as God, in ancient times.

The moon, much evidence suggests, was purposefully placed, on this reptilian preserve so as to minimize extremes in what-we-call- Earth’s climate, and seems to have actually been an ancient alien “craft”, now used as a base to ‘harvest’ and ‘trade’ humans, their seed and embryos, throughout the galaxy.

This ‘truth’ ,is down a long hall and somewhere else, far from what one might otherwise surmise..

The full truth is out there, and that is that we are not, nor have we ever been, the top of the food-chain.

These best games-keepers never let we animals within, suspect that Earth is , a preserve.

Biblical ‘dietary laws’ now reveal its owners’ tactics and true purposes, to harvest physically and spiritually, a better tasting and safer to eat harvest of humanity.

There are many very powerful unseen entities

and too often, in this  evasive realm,  E.T.s who appear to the uninitiated as benign ‘goodness’, can be the most dangerous, cunning, and diabolical…

After this horrid alien realization, any informed UFO researcher, must needs then become a vegetarian, for any moral and philosophical traction..

God, when not sabotaged by demonic or alien theft and recycling of life forces, imbues all physical DNA contrived sentient life with sparks of His spirit.

There are, however, many predominant planets whose entire intelligent life forms are spiritual entities,  and no physical DNA is required to house their spirit beings.

Our physical world is, amazingly, an anomaly, by virtue of the sheer numbers of many such non-corporeal worlds, by comparison.

Does human DNA reflect a computer code, of proteins and time-release enzymes, an alien nano-tech, and thus a no longer hidden fingerprint, of our “Creator”?

Scientists have found that our genetic code has all of these key computer code elements.

“The coding regions of DNA,” expostulates Dr. Stephen Meyer, “have exactly the same relevant properties as a computer code or language” (quoted by Strobel, p. 237, The Case for a Creator, 2004)

“Whose mind or what entity could shrink and miniaturize such information and place our DNA’s enormous number of ‘letters’ in their correct sequence as a genetic building block instruction manual?

Could evolution in itself have progressively come up with a nano-tech system like this?

It is difficult to fathom, but the quantum of information in our human DNA is roughly comparably equal to 12 sets of The Encyclopedia Britannica-an amazing 384 volumes worth of detailed data that would fill 48 feet long of required library shelves .”

“Yet in their precise size-only two millionths of a millimeter thick-a teaspoon of DNA, according to molecular biologist Michael Denton, has “all the information needed to build the proteins for all the species of organisms that have ever lived on the earth, and there would still be enough room left for all the information in every book ever written” (Evolution: A Theory in Crisis, 1996, p. 334).

                           Intelligent Design of our Human DNA

As scientists began to unravel and decode the human DNA molecule, they found something amazingly unexpected : a computer programmer’s exquisite ‘language’ composed of some 3 billion genetic letters.

“One of the most extraordinary discoveries of the twentieth century,” says Dr. Stephen Meyer, director of the Center for Science and Culture at the Discovery Institute in Seattle, Wash., “was that DNA actually stores information-the detailed instructions for assembling proteins-in the form of a four-character digital code” (quoted by Lee Strobel, The Case for a Creator, 2004, p. 224).

As George Williams explains it: “The gene is a package of information, not an object. The pattern of base pairs in a DNA molecule specifies the gene.

But the DNA molecule is the medium, it’s not the message”

(quoted by Johnson, p. 70).

  Design from an intelligent source

To any discerning mind, this type of nano-tech high-level information originates only from a technologically advanced intelligent source.

As Lee Strobel explains: “The data at the core of life is not disorganized, it’s not simply orderly like salt crystals, but it’s complex and specific information that can accomplish a bewildering task-the building of biological machines that far outstrip human technological capabilities” (p. 244).

“For example, the precise nature of this genetic language is such that the average error that is not caught turns out to be one error per 10 billion letters.

If an error occurs in one of the most important parts of the code, in the genes, it causes diseases such as sickle-cell anemia. Yet even the best and most apt typist in the world couldn’t come close to making only one mistake per 10 billion letters-far from it.”

Michael Behe, a biochemist and professor at Pennsylvania’s Lehigh University, explains that DNA genetic data is primarily an instruction manual.

He reasons: “Consider a step-by-step list of [genetic] instructions. A mutation is a change in one of the lines of instructions.

So instead of saying, “Take a 1/4-inch nut,” a mutation might say, “Take a 3/8-inch nut.” Or instead of “Place the round peg in the round hole,” we might get “Place the round peg in the square hole” . . .

What a mutation cannot do is change all the instructions in one step-say, [providing instructions] to build a fax machine instead of a radio”.

(Darwin’s Black Box, 1996, p. 41).

We therefore have, in our human genetic code, a complex instruction manual eloquently designed by a more highly intelligent source than even the genius of human beings.

The God agnostic and recently deceased Francis Crick, one of the discoverers of DNA, after decades of work deciphering it, admitted that:

“an honest man, armed with all the knowledge available to us now, could only state that in some sense, the origin of life appears at the moment to be almost a miracle, so many are the conditions which would have had to have been satisfied to get it going” .

(Life Itself, 1981, p. 88, emphasis added).

Dean Kenyon, a biology professor who repudiated his earlier book on Darwinian evolution-because of discoveries of information found in DNA-states:

 “This new realm of molecular genetics (is) where we see the most compelling evidence of design on the Earth” (ibid., p. 221).

As well, one of the world’s most famous atheists, Professor Antony Flew, admitted that he couldn’t explain how DNA was created and developed through evolution.

He now sees the demanding need for an intelligent source to have been involved in the making of our human DNA code.

“What I think the DNA material has done is show that intelligence must have been involved in getting these extraordinary diverse elements together,” he said (quoted by Richard Ostling, “Leading Atheist Now Believes in God,” Associated Press report, Dec. 9, 2004).

” I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . .”

 Written some thousands of years ago, King David’s words about our alien constructed human bodies seems most true.

He wrote: “For You formed my inward parts, You covered me in my mother’s womb.

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . . . My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought. . .” (Psalm 139:13-15, ).

Where does all this deposit the theory of evolution?

Michael Denton, an agnostic scientist, concludes:

“Ultimately the Darwinian theory of evolution is no more nor less than the great cosmogenic myth of the twentieth century” (Denton, p. 358).

Thus we are left like a precipitate out of a solution with an astounding Creator nano-tech design that every life-form on Earth carries,” a similar and related genetic code programmned by our extraterrestrial maker and that evolution is hardly what we deduce that it is it .”

This discovery shall shake our roots of humanity and confirm or deny our beliefs, both in our concept of a Creator as well as in our own concept of our destiny.

Within this  paradigm, all forms of life farmed throughout the Universe can be seen as an enormous molecular nanotech creation by a intelligent Creator using amino acid thoughts, expressed mathematically.

Crick, DNA’s discoverer, perhaps, said it best:

“Life did not evolve first on Earth, a highly advanced civilization became threatened so they devised a way to pass on their existence.”

“They genetically-modified their DNA and sent it out from their planet on bacteria or meteorites with the hope that it would collide with another planet. It did, and that’s why we’re here.”

“The DNA molecule is the most efficient information storage system in the entire universe.

The immensity of complex, coded and precisely sequenced information is absolutely staggering. “

“The DNA evidence speaks of intelligent, information-bearing design.

Complex DNA coding would have been necessary for even the hypothetical first ‘so-called’ simple cell(s).

Our DNA was encoded with messages from that other civilization.”

“They programmed the molecules so that when we reached a certain level of

intelligence, we would be able to access their information, and they could therefore

“teach” us about ourselves, and how to progress.

For life to form by chance is mathematically virtually impossible.”

 DNA is, in itself, proof of such, an E.T. nanotech-copyright , allowing a protein sequenced physical body, to be born, to be a container for spiritual essences as well as be prey, for their dinner tables, much as we do with lower lifeforms here on Earth.

ALIEN ABDUCTION TELEPATHIC MIND-CONTROL

ALIEN MIND CONTROL DURING ABDUCTIONS

By Paul Schroeder

(Copyright 2018, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)

<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>

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(Author’s note:

I am “he” …

And this recollection is genuine.

However, I chose the pronoun, “he”, and the nouns,”The Father” and “the priest”,to make this vividly recalled abduction, more easily acceptable to the uninitiated reader.)

‘Relaxation techniques, slowly bought him to an altered state; under hypnosis, a series of subconscious motor reflexes, a twitch of a different finger cemented a conversation with the body, not the mind.

 

 The thumb, indicated “Yes”, the middle finger, “No”, the pinky, “I (can’t) won’t answer”.

 This technique would confront repressed fear, avoidance, or directives to forget, and allow direct conversation with the unconscious.

By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell asleep.

This technique sought to bypass speech, itself, should impasses present themselves.’

‘Doctor : “Let’s begin; can we talk about his bad dreams?”

Priest: (film shows quick flash of thumb;) “Yes”…

 

Doctor: “Go back to the day the two puppets floated outside the window, and, below consciousness, recall what happened, that afternoon.

 

Show me that you begin by moving the “yes” finger, and the end of that recall by moving the “no” finger.”

Priest: (film shows “yes” and “no” twitches)

Doctor: “Good; started and ended. Is there any unconscious, additional information, the father has not remembered concerning that afternoon?”

Priest: (finger twitches quickly with the “yes” thumb movement)

Doctor: “What happened?

 See it remotely, as if you’re in a projector booth, watching yourself, on a screen; what happened?”

Priest: (increasing stress) “I don’t want to answer digit”, pinky, signal.

Doctor: “No? You don’t want to tell me? Fine, can you talk to me orally, tell me what you’re feeling?”

Priest: (more negative finger) Movements with agonized breath.

Doctor: “You refer to this as October, 2017.

 Whatever happened was long ago.

 You’re safe and in control; are you reluctant to talk about it because it’s too upsetting?”

Priest: Film records positive finger movement

Doctor: “Freeze the scene and see part in full frame; like a snapshot?

 Is it okay?”

Priest: Film shows a “yes” twitch.’

Doctor: “A still slide projected on a faraway screen; you’re up in the projection booth watching the father in the theater.”

‘Priest: “As I was looking through the window, the eyes looked back.

 Staring back.

 The eyes are not normal.”

Doctor: “Look closer; what else do you notice?”

Priest: “The face doesn’t have any teeth, it’s not a normal face. It’s gone, now.”

Doctor: “Feel the relief that the face is gone. Now I have a question for your unconscious to answer by finger movement.

Has any harm been done to the father during the faces’ presence?”

Priest: (records a quick “no” answer)

Doctor: “Now what happened, later, that night, when you felt, sensed something by your bed?

Was there anything done to the father, physically during that time?”

Priest: Head is shaking “no” and the finger movement is saying “yes”, softly; “They took my clothes”, sadly “They took my priestly vestments”.

Doctor: “Who did?”

 

Priest: Very agitated, legs twitching, shoulders twitching. His head shook on a negative reaction.

Doctor: “Is the “no” for then, or now? You keep shaking your head “no”.

 

Priest: “For now”.

Doctor: “You don’t want to talk about it?”

Priest: “No”.

Doctor: “Do you want to remember it when you come out of trance?”

Priest: “No”.

‘Doctor: “Do you want to remember it some other day?”

Priest: “No”.

Doctor: “Below consciousness, I want to ask your hand some questions. ”

“Hand, in the course of that encounter, did the father leave the house?”

Priest: Thumb, positive finger response, “yes”.

Doctor: “Was he removed from the house?”

 

Priest: (another “yes” response)’

‘Doctor: “Would it be all right for him to remember the things that happened?”

 

Priest: (an animated “no” response)

Doctor: “Without him reliving the experiences, would it be all right for him to remember what he saw?”

Priest: The little finger jumps repeatedly with “I don’t want to answer” response.’

 

(Slowly, aloud) “I want to see what happened.”

Doctor: “Repeat that, please, say it again”.

Priest: “I want to see what happened”.

 

Doctor: “To avoid reliving; you do not have to relive the experience, speak of the priest as “He”, it is not you, but a picture”.

ABDUCTION RECOLLECTION:

‘He’ is flying high over a lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined hills and

though he knows that it must be night, within the tractor light-beam, under a moving

craft,  the fields and countryside below are lit up as though it were day, but he knows it’s

night, because he is told that he is dreaming.

 He is flying, floating above a tree landscape.

For a few brief seconds, until he is drawn into the craft, he sees the green granular

nature of the trees below, and feels the  visual exhilaration of flying, but rather than fear,

he is filled with a combined sense of peace and joyous happiness.

He marvels at the texture and color of his neighborhood, and his movement above it.

He is dreaming, but he is awake.

The smaller craft lands near a much larger ship, hiding in plain sight, in a field.

A long ramp extends from and to the ship.

He is told by a small, dark, grey alien, always just out of sight, that he is to wait on line,

for a tour of a country estate.

People stand on the ramp and slowly move forward

He is numb and is  surreal vividly dreaming,  but he feels that he is awake.

He  moves forward, people in front of him and in back of him,   on a narrow path

surrounded by a false screen memory of a flat, uni–dimensional static scene,

a photograph of an English garden.

It is hot and humid with the rank smell of soil.

People clutch what looks like brochures and move slowly in a single line, towards the

country estate, bored, and only mildly interested.

He approaches the door of the large alien craft.

A ticket taker sits at the entrance way, on a stool behind a lectern, observing the entering

crowd, a doorway official seen as a slim teenager.

He thinks it odd, that such a young caretaker should seemingly be in charge, and as he

lifts his eyes to meet the teen’s gaze,  the young boy turns into a kindly old man.

“It’s mind control, not shape-shifting”, he is told, by a sonorous tour-guide’s voice, in

answer to his unasked thought.

Everyone is awake and dreaming.

Inside is a waiting room, dirty, dull and round, a white room with no adornments and a

black floor.

He awakens, dreaming and feels that the room is in flight.

It is a dream within a dream.

Awake again, briefly, he is dreaming while standing upright, walking in his

sleep, climbing  a steep metal stairway ladder path-bridge, that leads to a very large

room at the top of the stairs.

Someone in front of him dreams, and wakes up dreaming.

He looks to his right, as he climbs, to see  an enormous domed -curved window which

makes up the staircase’s whole upper wall of the alien craft, and as he climbs, feeling

very numb, he pauses, and stops the line of mass abducted people.

He looks out of the window and sees the Earth and the Moon, opposite each other,

hanging in the blackness of space.

  He places his arms on the curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the

window and cups his chin in his hands, to understand the raw beauty of what he sees:

Outside is blackness…

The Earth, in the far right portion of the glass window, hangs suspended in a black

nothingness, a planet swimming in blue-white haze, with a large red area, perhaps, the

desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula.
Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left

portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness..

Far away, violet splashes of nebulae, and points of red pinpoint starlight, intersperse

with millions of white stars.

Chin in his hands, he leans over and says in a wistful, admiring tone,

“These people who live at THIS estate have some view; what a view!”

The small, dark, grey alien tour guide became startled and all at once,  the window’s 3-D

space scene, becomes  a painted uni-dimensional flat portrait,  of an English garden

landscape.

Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, but now at the expanse of poster-like

green lawn, of a garden landscape, he dully repeats,

“They DO have a nice view!”

The tour guide, startled to hear him repeat this praise, seemingly unaware that the scene

of the garden had already worked to distract him,  knee-jerk- reflex -overreacted; he is

slammed with a mind control jolt.

The alien creature tightens and magnifies its short psychic leash of control to throw him

into a vivid emotional ecstasy, and he feels compelled to look down at his feet, and away

from the window’s view.

The simple metallic ladder- path underfoot, transforms into carved inlaid wood

one, delicately patterned and dazzlingly ornate, an inlaid ebony and maple wood design,

cryptic and deeply beautiful in motif and complexity.

He is forced to kneel to examine it, his eyes now fully away from the stars, Earth and

moon, seen outside the enormous, curved window .

Butterflies magically appear on festooned woodwork.
Powerful awe,

love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the

mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.

Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed, a staircase in multicolored woods,  forces a

religious awe, which courses through his brain to thrill him, a tsunami of reverent awe,

for the dazzling wood patterns,  the unknown artist-architect, overwhelms and distracts

him, a gifted  psychic tug attempt to get him to forget what he has seen outside of the

craft’s window.

The sleeping line of climbing people is now fully stopped by his fawning and repeated

examinations, of the simple metal staircase, as he repeatedly retraces his steps to

examine it, in a rapture.

.

The tour guide, just out of sight, presumes that the delusion is strong enough to have

worked and he hears a resonant, deep, paternal, impatient voice, now within his

head, “Just keep going; it will be there, for you to see, when you get back.”

“But, things change so quickly, in dreams”,  he thinks, “and this gorgeous wood stairway, will likely not be there, when I return.”

He lingers, enthralled.

The alien ‘ guide’,  who tethers him and all the others, within a snug cocoon of illusions,

had deftly made a simple, metal staircase, the un-rightful recipient of that stolen awe, of

the magnificent scene he had viewed outside the craft’s window of red and white stars

and the dazzling orbs of Earth and moon, floating in blackness..

But when he awakens, he DOES remember the staircase and  his monumental awe of the

spectacular space scene, outside the curved window, of the alien craft:

“Astounding creatures, uncanny, psychic, mind-bending, short- leash-controls…”

He  dully thinks, when he awakens exhausted, with a dull headache and a copious nose

bleed, more tired getting up, than he had been, going to bed.

 And ‘dreams’, in a gnawing realization, could no longer ever again, be trusted  to merely

be only.. ‘dreams’.

POSTSCRIPT:

Nightmares may be screen memories to muddle recollection aboard craft or insertion of core images as trauma, to make connections to your mind.

ETs specialize in  vivid delivery of such surreal dream-scape visuals.

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..

However, the silent invasion, of humankind one abductee at a time,

to be possessed , as well as farmed throughout the Multiverse by sinister and controlling E.T.s , as we do with lower animal husbandry, on “Earth”, is to  wrongly deprive mankind of our spiritual rights, a denial of being accepted with equanimity, as a sentient race of beings.

BIO:

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.

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 have discovered that this ‘reality’ may well be a reptilian preserve matrix of time and illusion, a human-playpen-physical anomaly,  compared to multiple reptilian created synthetic, astral worlds, elegantly designed to ‘house’ trapped human souls.

Can one ‘engage’?

 

 

If  you ask: ” Who was I in my last lifetime?”, you will get a memorable vivid roller-coaster ride dream-scape answer, but one that might also be a deception; one must remain skeptical of such tampering entities,

entities who radiate omniscience, and proprietary demeanor.

I was psychically throttled in the womb, with my own queries, questions about their purposes and overall intent, cut off from asking, before I could frame the rehearsed queries.

And I sensed an air of strong anxiety from them, that such things, NOT be ‘discussed’..
I have always surmised that they wouldn’t be so very secretive, if they were up to anything remotely ‘good’..

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Postscript

Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I prescribe a required spiritual “shift”  towards the equally unseen goodness of the spirit world, and away from fear.

Unlearning fear is a step-by-step acceptance and assertion, of one’s spiritual ‘Self’, a distance far and away from fearful  defenses mustered by one’s material physical self.

One’s longitudinal approach to any self-defense must be a spiritual one, and not a physical one.

For defenses to flare, one must  recognize that one is not a person having troubled spiritual problems, but instead an eternal soul having troubling human experiences.

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

Avoid  church-based or organized religions and put the Bible on the same shelf as “The Tooth Fairy,” for God is real, but He’s to be found down a long hall, and somewhere else.

A TAPPING … by Paul Schroeder

A tapping, delicately, on my back.

I am sitting up on a table, feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity, like two mirrors facing each other.

Farmers milking cows; on each table, a person sits up and is examined by a small, slim, white, intent, fragile, large eyed creature.

Their fingers probe lightly, gently, purposely, like playing a piano.

They are milking Chakras or Kundalini nerve centers, seven along each person’s spine.

Their touches stimulate hidden DNA sequences as well as retrieve and store data and information along the length of the spinal chord, along a library of nerves.

A tapping, delicately, on my back.

 

Like ants milking aphids they spend careful time and effort, gently, delicately, fingering each spine in a long sequence of tables, like marionettes playing human harpsichords.

These manipulations of spinal nerves initiate secret, as yet unbidden DNA sequences, which dangerously age and disease and trouble the somatic body and mind of an abductee.

(After an incident my finger and toe nails had to be trimmed twice every day; early sequences causes acceleration of aging and growth of certain cells.)

There are horrible psychic and emotional results from activation of these spinal sequences too quickly, as well.

Inter dimensional leaking occurs and one senses other unworldly creatures and flirts with the beast of madness, itself.

 

 

Are we being programmed?

What is subtly being programmed, stored and retrieved In our spinal chords?

We are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions.

Inter dimensional bleeding through into our dimension? Pranks predominate. Objects disappear to return days later in strange places, and there’s always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes.

On a Tuesday afternoon in late June, I entered the back of the house, passed by enormous four foot wide, four foot tall flower pots, each weighing as much as a man, containing ten foot tall Canna plants, looking tropical in nature and in full bloom.

I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into the kitchen; I could not take another step.

Glancing backwards, over my shoulder, I saw that both enormous pots had been turned over.

 

The wide elephant, ear-like leaves and tall orange-red flower tops now bloomed sideways, sprawled to the ground, in a fraction of a second.

I became suddenly aware of a very untoward realization.

I would likely need entity removal and aura cleaning and protection, as in addition to this poltergeist nonsense, I was besieged with elements of telepathic attack: nightly evil nightmares, a sense of pervading anxiety and a confluence of accidents and surgeries.

And all these experiences AFTER my sightings of UFOs and recalling some abductions.

Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor, is their best

 

defense.

 

Who, in one’s ‘right mind’ can one even discuss these things with?

Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people.

Why did things get worse?

In deep despair and confusion, (the plants overturned, overwhelmed me with poltergeist shock that was so sudden and so profound), I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign.

Asks for a sign from God

“God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window, as a sign.”

 

I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it, as it promptly receded into the recesses of my mind.

The next day, on route to work, following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn, and high over the street of cars, I saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls, hovering, wheeling, circling overhead, as if attracted by garbage or a dumpster, although none was in evidence.

As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within an inch of my windshield, glossed passed and made eye contact with me.

It lasted maybe two seconds.

 

(Illustration by Matthew Whiting.)

Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it’s significance.

After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request for a sign when I remembered the morning gull.

I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal.

Had I been given that sign the very next morning?

I decided to be skeptical but not cynical.

 

What would be a critical test?

I decided that If I saw any gulls in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks, I would know that it was a coincidence or a quirk of fate, not a sign that I asked for.

Repeatedly, in my minds-eye, I was haunted with an odd afterimage, a close up of the birds black beadlike eye.

Why was the black eye of that bird, which whizzed passed so fast, so fixed in my mind?

For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering, as I believed a flock so large would certainly reappear somewhere.

I never saw one bird.

 

I decided that I had been given a wonderful sign and it has given me the courage and the confidence to feel protected in this fight against the unseen harassing entities.

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 inter-dimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.

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

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

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

GHOST RESCUE

By Paul Schroeder

(Copyright 2019, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)

<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>

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Sometimes, after abductions, the inter-dimensional door, left open, invites in the “gangster fringe” element of the spirit world.

I have heard astonishing things most unverifiable about Heaven, from ribald odd psychic mediums:

Too heavy smokers retain visibly black lungs, the vain- cosmetic- surgery- addicted, sport disfigured countenances, those too rich, ornate and gaudy, appear homely and threadbare.

According to some psychics, there is an inverse relationship between our aspects, after death, in transition, in an astral world, that mirrors and reflect our damages, foolishness and wrong values, from one’s  life most recently departed.

Who could foresee or imagine such instant spiritually blatant karma-ricochets ?

To skeptics or to the religiously programmed, I assert that the theory that consciousness ends with physical death, has never been proved, to me.

If one examines diverse spiritual phenomena: demonic possession, OBEs, NDEs, hauntings, poltergeists, reincarnation memories through regressive hypnosis, just to mention a few, the undeniable evidence of a spiritual reality 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.

We step out of our body when we physically die , just as we do step out of our cars and our clothing, and we are no more our bodies than we are our cars or clothing.

Psychics and mediums well know this.

Our spirits, if not stolen by demons or reptilian aliens, or stuck, Earthbound,  move on to one of the very many varied realms of Heaven.

Spirits in beginning transition,  vulnerable to being stolen by reptilian aliens to be recycled, or garnered by demons who collect souls like children do marbles, will often  linger to stay close to us.

Since only our ‘clothing’, or our body’s external shell is buried,
visiting a cemetery is moot, because the loving spirits of our dead  travel with us there, and return from there, with us.

But, Earthbound sinister dark souls, and inhuman diabolical spirits, will persist within cemeteries.

Pregnant mothers are restricted from attending cemeteries by many religions, to offer protection to the unborn, from  opportunistic sinister spirits.

Certain minerals in stones, such as ferrous, jasper, tourmaline and quartz,  carried by some sensitives, can assist, and

can act as a deterrent.

I have also gleaned that The “LIGHT”, into which we enter, to ‘cross over’, at physical death, is not outward and external, but emanates from WITHIN us, at death, a detail overlooked and  unrecognized .

But, what about trapped ghosts?

 In our natural spirit state we are ghosts:

fogs of electromagnetic energy , with memory and a sense of identity.

Ghost-hunters need a glimmer  that spirits who they document,  SHOULD BE rescued;

this lack of moral recognition, risks  “depraved indifference”, a  moral crime.

Many ghosts ask: “Help me!”

Circus or rodeo’s audiences applause,  watching  abused animals hard- beaten- perform postures unnatural to their natures , is  similarly a ‘depraved indifference’.

Circus and rodeo  lovers, like ghost-  hunters, return to their cars to  leave a chunk of their spiritual evolution, behind..

We get a sure ride to Earth, from Heaven, at birth, but no guarantees for a safe return trip home.

When my psychic prowess began to sputter on, I initially was aware of so many ghosts afoot everywhere, that it made me doubt Heaven’s very existence.

Some human spirits  trapped on this plane, oddly become somewhat animalistic,

Earthbound and lost.

(Daniel Lee graphics)

Trapped human spirits are ‘provoked’ by ghost-hunters to elicit evidences, and are  seen as sport, like an animal abused at a rodeo or circuses.

With ghosts, it’s the chrysalis that never emerges, the cocoon frozen and dead,  a human spirit lost in anguish between life and death,

God’s promise gone unkept,

the return dream to Heaven, deferred..

How and when did I learn that an unseen world exists all around us?

It blossomed…

The feeling of unseen human hands and their undeniable touches on my arms, back and shoulders, with concurrent accompanying psychic disturbances  increased.

At restaurants, often a warm, heavy hand resides on my shoulder, for a moment, with no one observable, behind me, friendly but unsettling encounters.

I  feel symptoms of a dark one, a lost soul/ ghost, who jumps on me, and an energy connection is felt, in that my skin burns and buzzes where I am  touched and connection are made..

Sometimes that awareness crashes crystal clear:
I recently had a very “odd in- your- face” encounter with a“Shadow Person.”

Sitting at my computer, writing long into the wee hours, the screen’s glow the only illumination in the room, I slowly became aware of a gradual peripheral movement alongside my right cheek, that moved forward into view, to emerge directly facing me.

A black silhouette of a face, illuminated by the neon glow of the computer screen, a side view of a profile of a slim young man, emerged which then quickly turned, to face me straight on.

A full second before I loudly exclaimed and shouted, an involuntary reaction, I could see a slim, thin human face darker than the room’s darkness, fully facing me.

As I have purposefully unlearned fear, the shout was instinctive and only awe surfaced.

But it was a “Shadow Person” up close and intimate.

At one time, in order to block these experiences, knowing that some medications did change brain chemistry to the extent,  to simply put one beyond the reach of such creatures, I tried antihistamines and did indeed manage to stop it all, temporarily.

 I had read that on the Internet and just wanting to feel normal, again, tried it on myself.

I don’t know how it works but it works … temporarily.

But, one can’t live on Benedryll.

Other medications have specifically been developed for people who are troubled by ‘seeing things’, ‘hearing things’ and ‘feeling things’ and these were

pharmacological designed because modern medicine makes no differentiation, no distinctions between spiritual dysfunctions and psychological dysfunctions.

A modern clinician  unversed in such spiritual truths, perceives a child patient who experiences these phenomena as more psychotic than  psychic, certainly not ever a young ‘sensitive’, who has not yet learned how, but must, to  close his energies, to such entities…

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, direct attack,

represented by psychic and emotional manipulations towards ‘wrongness’ and temptations, concurrent with intrusive psychic interference with “ear-worm” melodies within on’es head and chakra stimulation by darkness for sexual encouragement, to hopefully feed from such ‘energies’…

It is an awful battle as a global macrocosm, and within each individual, as a microcosm.

I was told by others early on that what I was going through was a blessing.   I did not accept that at the time.

  It has been a tough learning experience for both me and the unseen world.

I once advised a spirit whose hand rested heavily on my right shoulder -I could feel the weight and span of fingers- to “cross over to the other side”-  meaning that other dimension that we all come from and go to, ‘Heaven’.

  After just a few seconds, it obliged my request, by crossing over to my left side, and  good naturedly resting its hand, THERE, on my shoulder..

I deduced that rather than having a rarefied sense of humor,  it likely had no idea whatsoever, what I was referring to…

Another major problem for psychic sensitives, is that of all the spiritual energies, unseen, out there, many are NOT human; some are reptilian alien.

When a demon or juvenile reptilian cruises in, for what turns out to be an extended visit, an onset of the most awful nightmares, unlike any one can imagine, vivid and terrifying, ensue.

Such brilliant diabolical entities refuse rescue and delight in tormenting humans; nothing else except unholy ones could do such violence to mere dreams.

During such sieges, in spiritual crises, I have had to neatly discard any classic pedestrian Freudian or Jungian explanations as misguided and moot, and instead  to seek metaphysical approaches that do, after a fashion, work.

In self defense,  with heightened empathy for an energy who jumps upon me, I counsel with love and compassion, as one would a lost traveler or lost child.  It could well be you, or me, so lost.

I used to dismiss an unseen touch as though it were a fly at my mustache, or treat it with the disgust or shock that a ghost often elicits.

Then I tried to openly complain to the spirit, that phantoms DO-  fill -the- air – around us, and that although we all come from God, one way or another, some of us  fight  hard,  to return to God.

I relay this to the unseen intelligence touching me, with a lack of fear and with  pathos, as much sympathy as I can muster.

All the while, I am fully aware that it could likely be psychically dangerous, as deeply disturbed as it had been, in its body.

If it ever HAD a body..

If it’s “sticky”, and persistent , I surround myself in a three-feet-around-me violet cloud of love, to dissuade it, in a fashion..

The worst, most predatory and harmful negative energies ‘out there’, for a sensitive to sense, are juvenile reptilians and small dark grey aliens.

They come on like gang-busters,  insistently stubborn and ‘hungry’ for my energies.

When such  painful burning touches apprise me that connections between my energies and dark energies are continuing,  a spritz of incensed holy water mixed with tea tree and camphor essential oils from a plant misting bottle clears the attachment feeling and the onset of mild psychic attack.

I tell spirits who touch me more gently, them that it’s sad and  ironic that God has sent them to me for help,  for I myself, spiritually, am  so often  helplessly lost.

I  tell them that touching people for energy, stealing energy from people,  traps them here, between worlds, where they are subject to bullying or worse, theft, by astral – fierce-predators, afoot.

I ask them to reach higher into their own dimension,  to  ask for angelic help as I do the same, in mine.

 I remind them that since they didn’t die when they left their body, that they cannot  die, and insist that they not steal human energy; humans look  like bright porch lights to them.

Some do not listen, because they still feel so, ‘alive’, though not in their physical body.

The retort I have more than once heard in my skull was:

“How do I know, that YOU’RE not dead!?”

Some, however, do listen.

I ask   rescue beings of light to work to bring  a neighbor, a lover, a child, a former pet, a parent, a friend, a schoolmate, ANYONE, SOMEONE whom they can trust, to bring them over, to the Other Side.

I try not to surround them in a white light , for negative-thought-beings can feast on white light, which is why they go initially quiescent, only to come on, again, later,  like gang-busters.

Visualized purple light, used for self-defense, can also  ‘wash off and cleanse’ the external blackness surrounding a dark spirit, who is half- willing to be rescued.

Such a ‘wash’ of purple light onto such  creatures couched in blackness, always soon reveals a tiny, faint pearl- like light within the dark one,  my proof to it, of God’s creation of it.

Then, ONLY THEN,  bereft of its outer shell of darkness,  and meanness will I send it into a tower of white light, which contains the hidden full color spectrum with gradations of each color  a different dimension of (earned) Heaven.

Some dark spirits can only freely go into red light, or orange light, to find their rightful place, towards their next perfection; all varied colored spiritual destinations, not unlike a rainbow, are contained  hidden within white light.

However, this cleansing and rescue is best and more safely done within a circle of minds, with a psychic-medium also in attendance.

  Creative metaphysics, towards rescues, using just one human mind can be dangerous  as some entities/energies out there, are quite amazingly nasty, brilliant and diabolical.

Self-defense evolved into a changed outlook:

I pray FOR them, instead of for my relief FROM them.

It raises their vibrations and moves them out of the darkness and is appreciated by them and by others, and is considered,”service to the other side’.

I also try to goad them into the finer purpose, of helping me:

I ask them to leave as ‘ Earthbound’ spirits,  travel to the Christ light, and RETURN to me, as cleansed spirits to assist me in others’ rescue.

What usually appeals to  ‘holdouts’,  is  reminding them that nobody  has spoken to them, or  paid any attention to them, for a  long time, except for me.

 With a more humane stance, rarely do they attack with projected telepathic/psychic attacks, in nightmares, or sinister poltergeist machinations .

I have bought some peace and I have done some service to the Other Side.

Ghost-hunters are the front line in this real endeavor, the rescue of ghosts, for in spiritually rescuing others, they can spiritually rescue themselves.

 

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.

6. Ask that all negative thought forms, and limiting mental concepts be dissolved, and lifted into the light of truth.
7. 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.

 

Ghost-hunters are the front line in this real endeavor, the rescue of ghosts, for in spiritually rescuing others, they can in fact spiritually rescue themselves.

 

 

 

COUNSELING ALIEN ABDUCTEES

COUNSELING ALIEN ABDUCTEES

By Paul Schroeder

Alien Abducted Correspondences

( A young woman in Dallas who reports vivid, odd dreams and UFO sightings for months, writes me, from Dallas, Texas)

“Dear Paul,

Here’s something… This guy who lives across from me -Bruce- He’s a retired homicide detective from DPD- I’ve known him now for almost 5 years- I tell you this to demonstrate that he is an intelligent, rational person- not someone given to imaginings or flights of fancy.

His skin reacts badly to the sun, and having worked at night for so many years, that’s when he’s usually awake. so he goes out late in the evenings and after dark to sit  outside on a bench on the lawn-“

“He called me night before last to ask me if I would join him there that night- there was something he wanted to show me.

Since we frequently go back and forth to each others apts. for lunch, dinner or having a drink or smoke together while watching a movie- I knew he wasn’t inviting me out there for what some may see as “obvious” reasons.”

“I hadn’t been out there with him before, because as I’ve stated before- I don’t particularly like going outside at night.

Well anyway, he said that he had been noticing an interesting object in the sky off and on lately- last couple of months.

At first he didn’t think anything about it, since we live only ten minutes from Dallas Intercontinental Airport- and see planes going back and forth day and night.

He began to notice a difference in this object, after a few times observing it in the night sky.”

“He said that he began to notice a pattern to it’s appearance- every couple of nights he would see it.

Also the erratic flight pattern it seemed to exhibit.
First of all, it was always way higher up than any of the planes flew- and consequently smaller in appearance- but emitting extremely bright oddly distributed light patterns.

 As he began to regularly watch it, he noticed that it moved in stops and starts and a wide zigzagging pattern of flight- something he’d never seen a regular plane do.”

  “Once, when looking through his binoculars, he noticed a long thin stream of some sort of emission coming from it as it swept around the sky.

About 45 minutes or so after that , he started to feel a slight dizziness and tingling in his limbs and face- then a headache coming on- so he went back inside.

Then he began to remember a couple of other times when this had occurred- he had felt fine- and would observe the UFO type object and later start to feel sick- nausea- headache so forth.

At first he didn’t connect it, when you get our age, you almost expect to have these afflictions come over you-from meds and all- you can usually find something to blame it on-

Having been in homicide investigation for over thirty years, Bruce is of a detail, clue oriented mind set- anything which seems strange or unusual, he’ll automatically try to figure out why.

He knows that this type of thing is of interest to me- so he wanted to see what I thought about it.”

“Not having observed this object for a couple of nights, he assumed that true to schedule, it would show up that night.

  Well- it did! I saw it and noticed the strange flight pattern he had mentioned- it did seem to be extremely high up in the sky too- but the lights on it were so strong that they were still easily discernible even from that height.

-they seemed to be in a triangular pattern too- not distributed in the same design as the planes…

I suggested that it might be a good idea for us to go back inside before whatever it was dropping had time to reach us– I wasn’t anxious to experience the same symptoms he had experienced before.

We haven’t definitely decided that we’ve seen a real UFO, but who knows…maybe we did- I have a feeling others have seen it too and wondered…

I’m sure that it is being tracked by the airport radar- but they won’t make anything

public….”

Statue of Repto Sapien god from ancient Sumer

On display in The British Museum

“Jack says that they received hundreds of calls at the station from people all the time about strange things they saw in the skies….especially around the airport,they were usually brushed off as another plane or something…. but that this object, upon close observation didn’t resemble another airplane or weather balloon or anything like that, it probably is only noticeable at night, when the lights can be seen.

But his dreams and now mine have become so odd and strange.

So maybe not only I have seen a UFO,  seem affected and it does seem to be always nearby

Sincerely yours,

Phyllis”

Dear Phyllis,

After the airport closes, perhaps after 1:00 A. M., these things in the sky stand out more.

.

They’re  capable of looking like airplane or just fuselages( beyond belief they are crafty enough to attach motor ‘sounds’ broadcasts, to make it SOUND like an airplane) but their stop and start erratic changes in direction and their sheer high elevation  give them away within a minute or two of observation.

Nightmares may be screen memories to muddle recollection aboard craft or insertion of core images as trauma, to make connections to your mind.

After abductions, the inter-dimensional ‘door’ left open, invites in the gangster fringe element of the spirit world which affixes ‘attachments’ to seek to ‘clamber aboard’.

Your dreamscape scenarios recalled, is the link to such and can with metaphysics, be removed, to some extent..

Try to stay ‘lucid’ to interact with them in dream-scape.

The danger in studying these things, of looking up, is a jeopardy most profound; they can “feel” your psychic attention, focused, even from that distance.

 They can and do climb down the ladder of your awe and your broadcast  curiosity, down from those extreme heights, right into your laps.

That’s how highly psychic they and their technology make them; they’re out ‘fishing’ for awe energy from anyone studying the skies.

Psychic waves of intent which burn with curiosity, reach far out to them and are read.

We are galactic psychic pawns in a telepathic-chess- game against psychic knights and bishops.

UFO Craft send down scrambled molecules of beings, like Star-trek’s ‘beam me up Scotty”, transporter lights, which reassemble in our attics, bedrooms and backyards to allow abductions to be stealthy with a technology beyond imagination.

UFOs from great heights send lights of white and blue tints which precede physical “beam-downs” of critters, from Bigfoot to reptilians to small greys, a technology and tactic that baffle the human mind, today, just as it did to Mayan, Sumerian, Incan and Biblical peoples, who thought and were wrongly ‘told’ outright, that it was surely,”God”..

Such people who ‘notice’  these objects also usually have buried dim memory stirrings of being on-board craft, forgotten by alien “suggestion”; he may well have implants within him.

It’s NEVER an ‘accident when one with awe and curiosity sees craft overhead.

It’s choreographed.

His nausea is evidence of that long distance psychic connection; nausea is a sign that they are communicating ( raw suggestion and very high EMF transmissions do cause such nausea) with his unconscious mind, below awareness. 

 Nausea is a reaction to any sinister psychic intrusion, any presence of evil, demonic intent, sensed by one’s soul-unconscious.

Nausea often prevails within  ‘sensitives’ who are paranormal  investigators when they are studying a badly haunted house and come across demonic beings.

Aliens, from that height, make “exchanges” to our unconscious, readily communicate with that part of our minds we are dimly aware of and cannot easily access.

As inter-dimensional creatures who travel in time and who manipulate time, itself,  their psychic prod to  satisfy their own proprietary, omnipresent need to meddle in our lives, and our consciousness.

These are the very same critters who take you when you’re in deep REM and ‘cloak’ all recall of abductions and surgical techniques with vivid scenic realistic-like “dreams”.

Those vivid strange dreams aren’t dreams at all, but are always ‘screen memories’ ; now you can see how successful and sneaky they are in what they do.

Most people marched around a craft will awaken none the wiser.

If one person hallucinates aliens, that’s his hallucination, but if millions, worldwide report the same abduction scenario, then, it is reality in every sense of the word’s meaning.

“Dreams”, vivid and troubling, reported by abductees, of alien encounters, are in fact physical and astral kidnapping.

Taken during R.E.M. sleep, by highly  psychic beings, wrapped in a dreamy cocoon of delusion, on a short psychic leash, few humans ever recall  being marched around an alien craft, and awaken in bed, in oblivion.

Time coincidences,  the psychic nudge to gaze at the clock, in a timely moment, according to cutting edge UFO research literature, is tied to alien creatures, who intimately and closely micromanage humans.

Sightings of alien craft, however, commonly occur with impunity.

Abductees rarely recall a thing, but when one does and troubled, seeks for my assistance, it’s rare  to encounter an abduction in progress.

Paul

Dear Paul,

“I saw a UFO

FROM: Diane DATE: Tue, 24 Sep 2017 21:24:02 EDT

Hi.

I just wanted to tell you that I saw a UFO.

I was on line chatting when all of a sudden I had the urge to go outside and look up.

So I did, and there it was. It flew out of the sky.

It stopped and wobbled a bit.

Then it was turning around.

As it was turning around it flashed a bright red flash on its side.”

“Then a car came, and it left.

It just floated by.

It had 3 bright lights on it.

It was amazing.

It also had 2 tail lights.

Two nights later I had a dream that I was abducted.”

Please write me back and tell me what you think.

Thanks,

Diane”

And from a recent email :

Q- “Can you assist with psychic contact with aliens? I have an issue.”

A-what precise “issue” with ETs is psychically problematic? I may be able to be helpful.

Q-“Are you telepathic or still in contact with aliens before I get to the issue?

A-Yes and no; although I have ofttimes much prowess, psychically, I have never had a meaningful conversation or an interaction that could remotely be construed as ” still in contact “, because it is always one-sided, manipulative, and controlling in their presences.

There’s only one or two people, abductees, I have met in my life who could with equanimity, stand fully in their presences, for interactions one might call “in contact with”.

I have regular and recent abduction experiences, however.

“The issue”, with communicating with them, could perhaps still be handled between you and them, directly , if you program your request to them aloud, all day long, every few minutes, during the daytime, so that at nighttime, when you’re taken in REM sleep, it will then filter into your unconscious mind and be triggered when in their presences.

 I have often tried this with different questions and  complaints about human mistreatment but have been quickly, darkly and anxiously been ‘told’  that no conversations about these things is remotely allowed.

One’s ET expectations, like mine, may well indeed exceed one’s ET grasp.

Since I speak and counsel often, those painfully inundated with demonic and unwanted E.T. harassment, who suffer deeply, with Hell’s portals which withers their bodies and weakens their mental health’s mind’s-resolve, I always agog wonder about Pollyanna, sanguine statements of  discernment :

“think how magical we are as humans and how we deal with and surpass anything negative that we experience.

That we naturally adhere to the laws of the universe when things happen to us which, by the way, are always positive and for our highest good”.\

There must, in addition, be SOME salvage recognition of those ravaged by horrid spiritual forces beyond their abilities to ‘tweak’ such into anything, resembling “goodness”, though it may well yet indeed be there, cleverly hidden from all view..

AFTERWORD:

An overview word, about safety, to abductees who rage and strongly resist nighttime bedroom intruders and abductions:

“Loosh”, is an ergot expression for a quantum of raw energy that each of us is ‘milked’ for, by aliens, like ants do to aphids , and sexual energy is a feast for them, which they manipulate to endanger the human host to their depravity.

The cows who refuse to be ‘milked’ are not seen by ‘farmers’, anymore but instead the ‘butchers’ are sent in.

The best thing to do is to focus on living healthy and well, and use ONLY passive methods (garlic/sulfur/meditation/tea-tree oil sprayed onto one, to thwart their efforts.

When one pulls the tail, of an rabid alien tiger, it does not run off, but in rage turns to face you.

POSTSCRIPT:

This being ‘taken’, is continued from one lifetime to another a sort of ownership proprietary attitude that they take towards us all.

Extremely vivid “dreams” are imparted to one’s mind during sleep to make connections to them and the best way to detach is to recall the vivid dream, turn it over in your mind and with a sword, cut connections from you to them; it’s involved metaphysics, that works, after a fashion.

UFO and ALIEN DISCLOSURE? : A FROG PARABLE

by Paul Schroeder

There are moments, that mark your life.

Moments , when you realize, that nothing will be the same and

that time is divided into two parts : BEFORE this and AFTER this

Such a moment seared into my brain when I saw a flotilla of UFO craft, slowly come in

from different directions, to assemble directly overhead,

round craft bottoms appearing not unlike red balloons, which I initially surmised that they were..

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…

Since then,

I often ask people who want proof of ETs, to look hard into their mirror, because what’s

looking back at them, is no more amazing and astonishing a creature creation, than an alien, itself.. .

Whenever, when ‘taken’, I have been in the same room with Draco Reptilians, I am

overwhelmed with their rage and hatred , which telepathically roil like heat waves from a radiator.

Scientists and researchers in SETI and NASA, for more than sixty years, have seemingly ignored

tens of thousands of reports of alien encounters by abductees, the world over, and

patently ignored the evidence of UFO photographs taken by aircraft gun cameras from many nations, even though

 NASA’s space astronauts have been quoted saying that they know for sure that we are

being visited:

Major Gordon Cooper:

“I believe that these extra-terrestrial vehicles and their crews are visiting this planet from other planets..
. Most astronauts were reluctant to discuss UFOs.”
“I did have occasion in 1951 to have two days of observation of many flights of them, of different sizes, flying in fighter formation, generally from east to west over Europe.”

Donald Slayton:

“I was testing a P-51 fighter in Minneapolis when I spotted this object.

I was at about 10,000 feet on a nice, bright, sunny afternoon. I thought the object was a kite, then I realized that no kite is gonna fly that high.

” As I got closer it looked like a weather balloon, grey and about three feet in diameter.

But as soon as I got behind the darn thing it didn’t look like a balloon anymore.

It looked like a saucer, a disk.

About the same time, I realized that it was suddenly going away from me – and there I

was, running at about 300 miles per hour.

I tracked it for a little way, and then all of a sudden the damn thing just took off. It pulled

about a 45 degree climbing turn and accelerated and just flat disappeared.”

Robert White:

“I have no idea what it could be.

It was grayish in color and about thirty to forty feet away.”

Then according to a Time Magazine article, Major White exclaimed over the radio:

“There ARE things out there! There absolutely is!”

Joseph A. Walker:

He had filmed five or six UFOs during his record breaking fifty-mile-high flight in April, 1962.

It was the second time he had filmed UFOs in flight.

During a lecture at the Second National Conference on the Peaceful Uses of Space Research in Seattle, Washington he said:

“I don’t feel like speculating about them.

All I know is what appeared on the film which was developed after the flight.”

Eugene Cernan:

 In a Los Angeles Times article in 1973 he said, about UFOs:

“…I’ve been asked (about UFOs) and I’ve said publicly I thought they (UFOs) were

somebody else, some other civilization

Neil Armstrong:

According to the NASA Astronaut Neil Armstrong,

“the Aliens have a base on the Moon and told us in no uncertain terms to get off and stay

off the Moon.”

Scott Carpenter:

“At no time, when the astronauts were in space were they alone: there was a constant

surveillance by UFOs.”

Religious fundamentalism will never accept that God, who creates sentient life, and Universes, does not ever, remotely inspire or  write books.

The Jewish Book of Fairy-tales mislead and helmeted the world in its accurate portrayal

of “God”, as a vengeful, vindictive , quite mean-spirited ‘God’,

an intentional Draco Reptilian masquerade that deceived Hebrews just as it had fooled every other past civilization, from Sumerian to Inca, from Mayan to Egyptian.

When any technologically far-advanced ancient ET (vindictive, controlling and

proprietary) met a primitive human ancient culture,(dumb as mud) they were

worshiped, as Gods..

The sinister beings,  reptilians, required obedience at the pain of death , provided

ancient Hebrews a contrivance as a weapon and communication device (Ark of the

Covenant), and required that blood be splashed onto all four corners of the sacrificial altar,  more

akin to demonic requirements, than divine ones.

Draco reptilians also required that their Hebrew food-source (like Mayans and Incas)

did not poison reptoids , when their human  babies were eaten (Kosher-

dietary laws).

(Earthfiles.com)

The ‘feathered reptile God’ of the Mayans’ favorite dish was a still- beating- freshly- sacrificed human heart.

With human sacrifice, the “Gods” were always thusly placated.

UFO Craft  send down scrambled molecules of small grey-work-beings , in a Star-Trek’s ‘beam-

transporter light, which reassembles entities in our attics, bedrooms, closets and

backyards to allow abductions to remain stealthy, employing  technology beyond imagination.

ETs have often retorted to rare complaining abductees, that what they farm and

slaughter in physical meals of infant humans and spiritual “harvests” with  stolen souls, ” is the same as “what you do to

lower animals forms on Earth”.

One must needs become a vegetarian, to have any argument traction with ETs, about this

debacle of horror.

Our All-Loving -God is down a long hall and somewhere else , a realization vectored

away, by the Old Testament’s  accurate accounts of alien interference and domination.

I have a precautionary frog story, for NASA and SETI,

and even worse, for the untold many hundreds of millions of world citizens who they

have either knowingly duped,

a story that teaches the dangers of having cultivated a closed unimaginative mind.
.

Contrary to what SETI or NASA both state about not discovering the presence of aliens,

Earth is and has long been a major crossroads for many species of alien races,

 a myriad variety of alien entities seen, but predominantly unseen and elusive, who

frequent this planet.

But these truths are not self evident to we

‘frogs’, who now dwell in abject ignorance about this mind boggling, greater truth:

Twice upon a time (maybe, even thrice upon a time), a frog who lived by the side of a

vast blue-green ocean visited his distant frog cousin who lived very far away in a deep,

small well in a very dark, small well.

.

“Isn’t my world amazing ?

Isn’t it wonderful and complex and totally beautiful?!”, said the cousin frog who lived in

the cave in the dark deep well.

And the relative frog who lived by the side of a vast blue-green ocean said;”One day, my

cousin, you must come and visit with me and see where I live and visit my home.

So it came to pass, that his cousin, one day, packed his suitcase and left his small well in

the dark cave and traveled far to visit his cousin frog who lived by the wave-driven blue-green ocean

And when the cousin from the small cave got there, he saw his frog cousin’s house on the

beach and he viewed the unlimited expanse and spectacular majesty of the shore and

the blue-green ocean,

and his head exploded

and he died.

(At Budd Hopkins home on the upper West side of NYC, abductees met on weekends to exchange and share and I was there when I heard many echoes of abductees describing seeing human babies being jar-bred, chopped and butchered into edible parts aboard craft, strictly for reptilian diets; small greys bathed in tubs of human endocrines and a soup of body parts(sludge) and absorbed such through their skin.

This is likely the main reason that any ‘disclosure’ may be thwarted because the truth is too horrendous, that we are ‘farmed’ precisely as we ‘farm’ animals.)

Alien DNA

DNA AS ALIEN NANO-TECH : DARWIN COULD NOT IMAGINE ALIENS

by Paul Schroeder

God is responsible for the spiritual entities within our bodies, and there’s a harsh truth to face : aliens are the most likely candidates for the geniuses behind the amazing nanotech DNA which designs our life form physical bodies; there is no argument required.

The alien silhouette fingerprints, within our DNA, point to evidence that we were not ordained to this planet, by God, but by aliens , a newly revealed history and destiny for us, in this universe.

God, is true enough, but the O.T. Bible as a touchstone of “HIM”, with its myths and tales has no place in this DNA amended raised human consciousness, for cruel and deceptive reptilian aliens masqueraded as God, in ancient times.

The moon, much evidence suggests, was purposefully placed, on this reptilian preserve so as to minimize extremes in what-we-call- Earth’s climate, and seems to have actually been an ancient alien “craft”, now used as a base to ‘harvest’ and ‘trade’ humans, their seed and embryos, throughout the galaxy.

This ‘truth’ ,is down a long hall and somewhere else, far from what one might otherwise surmise..

The full truth is out there, and that is that we are not, nor have we ever been, the top of the food-chain.

These best games-keepers never let we animals within, suspect that Earth is , a preserve.

Biblical ‘dietary laws’ now reveal its owners’ tactics and true purposes, to harvest physically and spiritually, a better tasting and safer to eat harvest of humanity.After this horrid alien realization, any informed UFO researcher, must needs then become a vegetarian, for any moral and philosophical traction..

God, when not sabotaged by demonic or alien theft and recycling of life forces, imbues all physical DNA contrived sentient life with sparks of His spirit.

There are, however, many predominant planets whose entire intelligent life forms are spiritual entities,  and no physical DNA is required to house their spirit beings.

Our physical world is, amazingly, an anomaly, by virtue of the sheer numbers of many such non-corporeal worlds, by comparison.

Does human DNA reflect a computer code, of proteins and time-release enzymes, an alien nano-tech, and thus a no longer hidden fingerprint, of our “Creator”?

Scientists have found that our genetic code has all of these key computer code elements.

“The coding regions of DNA,” expostulates Dr. Stephen Meyer, “have exactly the same relevant properties as a computer code or language” (quoted by Strobel, p. 237, The Case for a Creator, 2004)

“Whose mind or what entity could shrink and miniaturize such information and place our DNA’s enormous number of ‘letters’ in their correct sequence as a genetic building block instruction manual?

Could evolution in itself have progressively come up with a nano-tech system like this?

It is difficult to fathom, but the quantum of information in our human DNA is roughly comparably equal to 12 sets of The Encyclopedia Britannica-an amazing 384 volumes worth of detailed data that would fill 48 feet long of required library shelves .”

“Yet in their precise size-only two millionths of a millimeter thick-a teaspoon of DNA, according to molecular biologist Michael Denton, has “all the information needed to build the proteins for all the species of organisms that have ever lived on the earth, and there would still be enough room left for all the information in every book ever written” (Evolution: A Theory in Crisis, 1996, p. 334).

                           Intelligent Design of our Human DNA

As scientists began to unravel and decode the human DNA molecule, they found something amazingly unexpected : a computer programmer’s exquisite ‘language’ composed of some 3 billion genetic letters.

“One of the most extraordinary discoveries of the twentieth century,” says Dr. Stephen Meyer, director of the Center for Science and Culture at the Discovery Institute in Seattle, Wash., “was that DNA actually stores information-the detailed instructions for assembling proteins-in the form of a four-character digital code” (quoted by Lee Strobel, The Case for a Creator, 2004, p. 224).

As George Williams explains it: “The gene is a package of information, not an object. The pattern of base pairs in a DNA molecule specifies the gene.

But the DNA molecule is the medium, it’s not the message”

(quoted by Johnson, p. 70).

  Design from an intelligent source

To any discerning mind, this type of nano-tech high-level information originates only from a technologically advanced intelligent source.

As Lee Strobel explains: “The data at the core of life is not disorganized, it’s not simply orderly like salt crystals, but it’s complex and specific information that can accomplish a bewildering task-the building of biological machines that far outstrip human technological capabilities” (p. 244).

“For example, the precise nature of this genetic language is such that the average error that is not caught turns out to be one error per 10 billion letters.

If an error occurs in one of the most important parts of the code, in the genes, it causes diseases such as sickle-cell anemia. Yet even the best and most apt typist in the world couldn’t come close to making only one mistake per 10 billion letters-far from it.”

Michael Behe, a biochemist and professor at Pennsylvania’s Lehigh University, explains that DNA genetic data is primarily an instruction manual.

He reasons: “Consider a step-by-step list of [genetic] instructions. A mutation is a change in one of the lines of instructions.

So instead of saying, “Take a 1/4-inch nut,” a mutation might say, “Take a 3/8-inch nut.” Or instead of “Place the round peg in the round hole,” we might get “Place the round peg in the square hole” . . .

What a mutation cannot do is change all the instructions in one step-say, [providing instructions] to build a fax machine instead of a radio”.

(Darwin’s Black Box, 1996, p. 41).

We therefore have, in our human genetic code, a complex instruction manual eloquently designed by a more highly intelligent source than even the genius of human beings.

The God agnostic and recently deceased Francis Crick, one of the discoverers of DNA, after decades of work deciphering it, admitted that:

“an honest man, armed with all the knowledge available to us now, could only state that in some sense, the origin of life appears at the moment to be almost a miracle, so many are the conditions which would have had to have been satisfied to get it going” .

(Life Itself, 1981, p. 88, emphasis added).

Dean Kenyon, a biology professor who repudiated his earlier book on Darwinian evolution-because of discoveries of information found in DNA-states:

 “This new realm of molecular genetics (is) where we see the most compelling evidence of design on the Earth” (ibid., p. 221).

As well, one of the world’s most famous atheists, Professor Antony Flew, admitted that he couldn’t explain how DNA was created and developed through evolution.

He now sees the demanding need for an intelligent source to have been involved in the making of our human DNA code.

“What I think the DNA material has done is show that intelligence must have been involved in getting these extraordinary diverse elements together,” he said (quoted by Richard Ostling, “Leading Atheist Now Believes in God,” Associated Press report, Dec. 9, 2004).

” I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . .”

 Written some thousands of years ago, King David’s words about our alien constructed human bodies seems most true.

He wrote: “For You formed my inward parts, You covered me in my mother’s womb.

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made . . . My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought. . .” (Psalm 139:13-15, ).

Where does all this deposit the theory of evolution?

Michael Denton, an agnostic scientist, concludes:

“Ultimately the Darwinian theory of evolution is no more nor less than the great cosmogenic myth of the twentieth century” (Denton, p. 358).

Thus we are left like a precipitate out of a solution with an astounding Creator nano-tech design that every life-form on Earth carries,” a similar and related genetic code programmned by our extraterrestrial maker and that evolution is hardly what we deduce that it is it .”

This discovery shall shake our roots of humanity and confirm or deny our beliefs, both in our concept of a Creator as well as in our own concept of our destiny.

Within this  paradigm, all forms of life farmed throughout the Universe can be seen as an enormous molecular nanotech creation by a intelligent Creator using amino acid thoughts, expressed mathematically.

Crick, DNA’s discoverer, perhaps, said it best:

“Life did not evolve first on Earth, a highly advanced civilization became threatened so they devised a way to pass on their existence.”

“They genetically-modified their DNA and sent it out from their planet on bacteria or meteorites with the hope that it would collide with another planet. It did, and that’s why we’re here.”

“The DNA molecule is the most efficient information storage system in the entire universe.

The immensity of complex, coded and precisely sequenced information is absolutely staggering. “

“The DNA evidence speaks of intelligent, information-bearing design.

Complex DNA coding would have been necessary for even the hypothetical first ‘so-called’ simple cell(s).

Our DNA was encoded with messages from that other civilization.”

“They programmed the molecules so that when we reached a certain level of intelligence, we would be able to access their information, and they could therefore “teach” us about ourselves, and how to progress. For life to form by chance is mathematically virtually impossible.”

And The Meek Shall Inherit the Earth

by Paul Schroeder

(AUTHOR’S NOTE:

 Much truth, is certainly buried in much fiction, and this piece speaks to abductees’ personal experiences and the eventual long-term purposes , for our planet, by reptilian E.T.s, a  prediction of their conquest-stance- intent, for every planet in the past, that they have invaded.)

“To consider the earth as the only populated world in infinite space is as absurd as to

assent that, in an entire field sown with millet, only one grain would grow…”

–Metrodorus, Greek sage Fourth Century BC

It had been two full days since the darkness and rain had begun.

On May 11th, 700 people crammed into an auditorium that seated only five hundred.

It began to rain in torrents,

a rain unlike any other rain.

It rained streams, drenching and swelling, a deluge of rain and it rained and it never stopped raining.

It was a rain that turned rivulets into streams and streams into frozen rivers.

It molted the bushes and trees of leaves and it shrank the wet hands of men into the

shriveled claws of apes.

The rain slapped a half lit cigarette from Dr. Paul Schroeder’s hand as he entered the

hall, cupped his hands from the rain to shelter his cigarette lighter.

Dark storm clouds threatened; in the distance thunder rumbled.

Dr. Schroeder

 chain smoked cigarettes, as he paced nervously and gesticulated nervously with his

hands as he spoke.

He stood on the auditorium stage of St. John’s University Avery Hall, behind a lit lectern

with a yellow spotlight surrounding him.

As he spoke, on a large screen behind him flashed pre–programmed 35 mm slides in five second intervals, photos of UFOs and artist’s renderings of myriad alien life forms.

 

In the back of the auditorium, a priest in a dark double breasted suit slipped into the hall during the screen change and sat in the last row,

 twisted in the seat, topped by a  wet, yellow rain hood which hid his blue eyes.

The voice on the microphone was deep and resonant:

“The darkness and rain in America  has made the front page in every nation in the

world. “

“But, here in America, the press did not cover that at 8 o’clock, at the same moment on

the other side of the world,  a rain and gloom descended without hints of clouds

throughout Sri Lanka and all of Zanzibar.”

“UFOs were seen in the skies in both parts of the world just before the rain and the

darkness fell, in America and in Zanzibar.”

“Perhaps the fate of the Earth and the continuation of human life forms hang in the balance.”

“Although unpredictable, all sightings of UFO’s and all abduction experiences have had to too many researchers, a shared purpose:

to change human consciousness and its relationship to the world and to each other and never fully grasped, to replace mankind. “

” I  call it, “The Noah Effect.”

“We, on Earth, have been for millennia like fleas on a dog’s pelt,  convinced that  our

world has been ordained perfectly for our existence; but that theory falls apart when the

dog’s E.T. mistress gets a flea collar.”

“The human genome research  tells us that within ‘junk DNA’, the time intervals for alien

DNA manipulation were respectively 25,000, 15,000, 5,000 and 2,500 years ago.”

“What this means is that the interaction between aliens, UFOs and us is not just a 20 th

century phenomenon, but rather, one of millennia; it turns out that we are somebody’s

experiment.”

“They may very well have farmed us throughout the Universe.”

“There is even evidence that aliens placed our Moon to stabilize Earth’s wobble and

climatic fluctuations.”

He shook his head wistfully;

“Moses and the burning bush,  Ezekiel and Jesus’ ascension, Fatima, Abraham,

the founder of the Mormon Church,  it now appears, all simply encountered creatures known for  abduction

experiences.”

“For the first time in human consciousness and human history we are now studying

something that had been studying us, but our insights and realizations of what is

happening was always vectored off.”

“We are in the proverbial corridor of mirrors with a quicksand floor.”

“When one hears about a string of boxcars on a railroad track that suddenly goes straight

up in the air, a little biplane that moves into fog and comes out a disc, a silent helicopter

which turns into a disc, or oil barrels in Oklahoma that rise vertically straight up, one

realizes that there is something about this phenomenon, at every level, that seems to be disguising itself.”

“And now the rains and the darkness have descended upon the Earth”

In the background the screen showed a being-type that was half reptile and half human;

a smooth lizard-skinned reptilian, eight feet tall with a saurian face.

It had a four-clawed hand with brown webbing between the fingers.

The caption underneath the picture read:

“This reptile type has cat-like eyes with gold-slit pupils.

This being is sinister and deceptive in manner.”

Schroeder’s voice loomed over the crowded auditorium:

” DNA research tells us that all races on Earth today, no matter how diverse, came from a

common ancestor, a single pair of parents who lived 128,000 years ago. ”

Adam and Eve may have been the initial ‘Earthly’ seed, by E.T.s for all of mankind, on this preserve of theirs”

“The Bible also states that God chose Noah, alone, to survive, because he was a righteous man, who

 followed God’s laws. ‘

“That was the only criteria for his and his seed’s survival .

“The blueprints,  architectural directions  to make up each dimension of the ark , appear hardly

a spiritual, divine philosophical guidance, but specific directions to build a worthy seafaring ship.”

“Everyone but Noah’s line vanished in darkness of waters and the very same thing

appears to be poised to happen, again, today. “

“Aliens, through exams of abductees, also now seem to be testing  for the mystery of goodness in

 

human beings.”

” Apparently, the rarity in the race of mankind for the propensity of goodness, is

 perhaps even a mystery to them.”

He looked towards the far end of the auditorium into the darkness .

” Why would a priest deny material wealth and sacrifice his life for helping the poor?”

“Why would a G. I. throw himself on a live grenade, to save a group of men in a trench

 

that he had never met ?”

“GOODNESS”

“This strange darkness, presence of craft everywhere and the flooding rains that will not stop suggest that the human race,  may also in its present form,

 be facing its end.”

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The priest stood and from the back of the auditorium, in a stentorian voice, addressed Dr. Schroeder:

“I disagree; that’s a rather childish, religious view.”

“I have lost my faith in such beliefs”

Schroeder inhaled on a cigarette and took the microphone..

“Last month,  psychics who work in the intelligence community.

  uniformly learned that a council of nine from a Galactic Trade Union, representing

some fifty worlds, will not interfere; they were told outright:

“You are a small planet of no particular significance.”

“We can’t look for help anywhere but in ourselves.

Our government policy is a confused mixture of denial and cover-ups which fuel conspiracy theories.”

“In truth, for them, this whole phenomenon is excruciating.”

“It is, after all, the business of government to protect its people.”

“Our government knew all along that if it affirmed and acknowledged that alien beings

from radar-defying craft which defied gravity and space time had long been invading

homes and abducting its citizens,  that it would cause world-wide political and religious

upheavals and  world economic upheavals.”

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“So the secret stayed a secret in the name of national security ,

an oxymoron.”

By bedroom abductions, Earth has been  invaded, up to now,  one person at a time and

The traces of post-abduction are subtle: bad dreams, fast growing hair and fingernails,

there is a detectable luminous phosphorescence on abductee’s skin, detectable with black light.”

“Alien abductees are resistant to pain- killers, like Novocain and may even awaken

during surgery.”

“I’ve noticed that abductees have much higher serotonin levels than other people do;

 higher levels of serotonin may make it easier for alien entities to contact these people.”

“But the unhappy evidence suggests that most people who have entered an alien

 

spaceship will not remember the experience or ever know what has happened to them

 

except in recollections of so-called dreams or under medical hypnosis.”

“But few people can remember or even examine their dreams, dreams lost, as they

struggle into consciousness each morning.”

“Throughout the world,” he said, “abduction is  a frightening experience that

many therapists would rather not acknowledge unless symptoms resulting from the

encounter require them to do so.”

“For most people it’s terrifying nightmares that they barely remember.”

He put his hands in his pockets and fished for another pack of cigarettes.

“My understanding of the alien-phenomenon has grown:

“Small, large-eyed, telepathic creatures, at the behest of Draco reptilian overlords,  are playing at Frankenstein in space suits,

genetically engineering a “new” hybrid creature, the best of both their race and

mankind’s, to replace us, who they feel are the destroyers of this planet.”

He sighed; “Like Neanderthals, who vanished mysteriously, today’s breed of mankind has

been judged and again, the verdict is annihilation.”

He suddenly grew angry.

“Doesn’t it strike you that there is an inherent burning irony?” he said.

“Although these creatures are seeking the complex, extraordinary nature of what

goodness is , they want  to turn the whole world

into a flooded Auschwitz!”

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PART 2

 

In Lynne, Oklahoma, at the Church of Martyrs diocese, Father Daniel Mahoney, a priest,

was sitting in the rectory library.

‘He possessed a fine, beatific quality delicate for all his great size and his enormous eyes,

far-looking blue circles of innocence, especially when seen against the black cloth of a

priest’s habit, were an impressive sight.’

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He was surrounded by copies of daily newspapers, but his attention was captured by a

moldy, historical, manuscript and he read aloud:

“Such strangeness and such mysterious facts, those sudden shadows that fall in broad

 

daylight when there is neither any cloudiness nor an eclipse.

The typical case is one that occurred on December 20, 1484, in Preston, England: toward

noon, the sky became completely black, to the point that animals lay down and went to

sleep.

Twenty minutes later, the sun reappeared. We know of several hundred cases of this

type, without having any explanation for them.”

1. 

“It has been suggested that they are caused by thick clouds of smoke from forest fires, but

generally there has been no sign of forest fires at the time of these incidents, and when

there has been, these smoke clouds have never been observed between the spot where

the fire took place and the place where the phenomenon occurred.

The strangest of these darkening phenomena occurred in London on August 19, 1763.

The most amazing thing about this occurrence was that the shadows seemed to have

been completely impenetrable by lantern or candlelight. If this was a case of smoke so

thick it would have left traces on objects and did not.”

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PART 3

Outside, the rain poured like an overhead river from dark skies; the streets were ponds

and small lakes which crept steadily to cover gardens and sidewalks.

The priest took the subway home and walked upstairs to his fourth floor walk up

apartment.

1. 

In the sink under a dripping, dripping, dripping faucet, were old sardine tins, cans of half

 

eaten food, half- smoked cigar butts and dirty dishes.

He had fallen in the kitchen after heroin ,a solace to mend a faith crisis, to assuage  the despair from a loss of faith..

The room reeked of life lived too long with the windows closed.

He put on the television and sat on the end of the bed, removing his priestly vestments,

mouthing aloud the names like a holy litany:

“cassock, dalmatics, tunic, surplice, maniple, amice, alb, and cincture.”

When he desperately wanted something from God or he was in real trouble, he would

recite the words as his own private prayer.

He lit a remnant of a cigar and put the butt out on the frame of the mattress.

He swung his legs to the floor and stepped barefoot onto a large cockroach.

White- faced, he sat on the bed again and scraped the remnants of the cockroach off of

his foot with a matchbook cover, and grinned with the deeper muscles of his face.

He took a syringe from under his pillow and stuck it in his arm.

He was dreaming the same dream again.

He was walking the crowded cobblestone streets to Golgotha; in the angry crowd that

thronged the crowded streets he saw his parents, their heads shaven, their purple gums

conversing in clicks like bushmen.

\

\

He woke with a start.

A large, potted plant across the room shook violently, incomprehensibly.

He stared and his jaw dropped slowly.

He felt a slight depression on the end of the bed; something feather- light and invisible

had just jumped up, catlike on the blanket.

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The ancient floorboards by his bed creaked, then by his dresser, then by the window.

He was frightened by the sense that there was somebody in the room with him, he

couldn’t see .

He fought the impulse to jump up.

Then despite fear of such intensity that it caused him to shake, he lay down again on the

 

bed to escape his fear.

Overhead above the red bricked four story apartment building, a silver colored football

shaped object hovered.

In the darkness and in the pouring rain, a craft had appeared from nowhere suddenly.

It was mostly gray in color, with a bright purple light on one side and a small blinking

blue light on the other,

double-decked with two rows of lighted windows; the light coming from them was

bluish-white and phosphorescent.

The craft was about fifty feet long and maybe twenty feet thick.

Two vertical side seams in the structure and lines of rivets along the seams were lit up by

the red glow of the underside where reddish vapor was being discharged.

Yellowish vapor oozed from one of the ends and the craft settled behind a large

sycamore tree.

At that moment, the television program in the next room was completely washed out in

static.

A beeping noise.

He rose into a waiting craft as he watched his body below, recede from view.

A wild torrent of precipitation.

Continuous waves of rain that screamed, boiled and whispered.

Then the green oceans covered the Earth.

The first wave that hit cut coastal cities off from a world that had bubbled in the direct

pour of moonlight, stiff waves, then a mountainous whistling skyscraper of a wave,

brutal, and then a row of like mountainous waves.

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Sky – touched brine tsunamis of oceans, valleys of seas, cascading waves and roiling

heights, lowered a scrim over the harsh world and erased all land traces.

A planet of waves a thousand feet tall, rolled in on all the battered coasts of the world

 

and drowned all traces of land.

Mountains of green thunder towered onto and consumed Earth and every living thing

 

that could breathe air.

Deluged months of torrential oceans and then calmer years of heavy rain, continuous

 

waves of rain that  boiled and whispered.

A century of wild torrent, precipitation’s white fountains stiff waves, and then

 dry land emerged.

 

Flotillas of oval craft descended from the heavens, laden with seed, corms and fruit trees

and a newer crop :

a race of silent, hairless, thin beings walked upon the planet in quiet contemplation.

And on a Spring day in early April, the clouds cleared and rainbows were born :

 

The meek, had inherited the Earth.

ALIEN-ABDUCTION MIND-CONTROL

ALIEN MIND CONTROL DURING ABDUCTIONS

By Paul Schroeder

(Copyright 2014, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)

<Edited by Robert D. Morniingstar>

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Author’s note:

I am “he” …

And this recollection is genuine.

However, I chose the pronoun, “he”, to make this vividly recalled abduction, more easily acceptable to the uninitiated reader.

With mind-control in place, and all questions vectored off before they can be spoken aloud, communication from alien-to-person prevails, with no equanimity possible  towards “conversation”..

ABDUCTION RECOLLECTION:

He is flying high over a lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined hills and though he knows that it must be night, within the tractor light-beam, under a moving craft,  the fields and countryside below are lit up as though it were day, but he knows it’s night, because he is told that he is dreaming.

 He is flying, floating above a tree landscape.

For a few brief seconds, until he is drawn into the craft, he sees the green granular nature of the trees below, and feels the  visual exhilaration of flying, but rather than fear, he is filled with a combined sense of peace and joyous happiness.

He marvels at the texture and color of his neighborhood, and his movement above it.

He is dreaming, but he is awake.The smaller craft lands near a much larger ship, hiding in plain sight, in a field.

A long ramp extends from and to the ship.

 

He is told by a small, dark, grey alien, always just out of sight, that he is to wait on line, for a tour of a country estate.

People stand on the ramp and slowly move forward

He is numb and is  surreal vividly dreaming,  but he feels that he is awake.He  moves forward, people in front of him and in back of him,   on a narrow path surrounded by a false screen memory of a flat, uni–dimensional static scene,  a photograph of an English garden.

It is hot and humid with the rank smell of soil.

People clutch what looks like brochures and move slowly in a single line, towards the country estate, bored, and only mildly interested.

He approaches the door of the large alien craft.

A ticket taker sits at the entrance way, on a stool behind a lectern, observing the entering crowd, a doorway official seen as a slim teenager.

He thinks it odd, that such a young caretaker should seemingly be in charge, and as he lifts his eyes to meet the teen’s gaze,  the young boy turns into a kindly old man.

“It’s mind control, not shape-shifting”, he is told, by a sonorous tour-guide’s voice, in answer to his unasked thought.

Everyone is awake and dreaming.

Inside is a waiting room, dirty, dull and round, a white room with no adornments and a black floor.

He awakens, dreaming and feels that the room is in flight.

It is a dream within a dream.

Awake again, briefly, he is dreaming while standing upright, walking in his sleep, climbing  a steep metal stairway ladder path-bridge, that leads to a very large room at the top of the stairs.

Someone in front of him dreams, and wakes up dreaming.

He looks to his right, as he climbs, to see  an enormous domed -curved window which makes up the staircase’s whole upper wall of the alien craft, and as he climbs, feeling very numb, he pauses, and stops the line of mass abducted people.

He looks out of the window and sees the Earth and the Moon, opposite each other, hanging in the blackness of space.   He places his arms on the curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the window and cups his chin in his hands, to understand the raw beauty of what he sees:

Outside is blackness…

 

The Earth, in the far right portion of the glass window, hangs suspended in a black nothingness, a planet swimming in blue-white haze, with a large red area, perhaps, the desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula.
Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness..

Far away, violet splashes of nebulae, and points of red pinpoint starlight, intersperse with millions of white stars.

Chin in his hands, he leans over and says in a wistful, admiring tone,

“These people who live at THIS estate have some view; what a view!”

The small, dark, grey alien tour guide became startled and all at once,  the window’s 3-D space scene, becomes  a painted uni-dimensional flat portrait,  of an English garden landscape.Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, but now at the expanse of poster-like green lawn, of a garden landscape, he dully repeats,

“They DO have a nice view!”

The tour guide, startled to hear him repeat this praise, seemingly unaware that the scene of the garden had already worked to distract him,  knee-jerk- reflex -overreacted; he is slammed with a mind control jolt.

The alien creature tightens and magnifies its short psychic leash of control to throw him into a vivid emotional ecstasy, and he feels compelled to look down at his feet, and away from the window’s view.

 

The simple metallic ladder- path underfoot, transforms into carved inlaid wood one, delicately patterned and dazzlingly ornate, an inlaid ebony and maple wood design, cryptic and deeply beautiful in motif and complexity.

He is forced to kneel to examine it, his eyes now fully away from the stars, Earth and moon, seen outside the enormous, curved window .
Powerful awe, love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.

Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed, a staircase in multicolored woods,  forces an almost religious awe, which courses through his brain,  to thrill him, a tsunami of reverent awe for the dazzling wood patterns, and for the unknown artist-architect, overwhelms and distracts him, a gifted attempt to get him to forget what he has seen outside of the craft’s window.

The sleeping line of climbing people is now fully stopped by his fawning and repeated examinations, of the simple metal staircase, as he repeatedly retraces his steps to examine it, in a rapture.

.

The tour guide, just out of sight, presumes that the delusion is strong enough to have worked and he hears a resonant, deep, paternal, impatient voice, now within his head, “Just keep going; it will be there, for you to see, when you get back.”

“But, things change so quickly, in dreams”,  he thinks, “and this gorgeous wood stairway, will likely not be there, when I return.”

He lingers, enthralled.

The alien ‘ guide’,  who tethers him and all the others, within a snug cocoon of illusions, had deftly made a simple, metal staircase, the un-rightful recipient of that stolen awe, of the magnificent scene viewed outside the craft’s window.

But when he awakens, he DOES remember the staircase and  his monumental awe of the spectacular space scene, outside the curved window, of the alien craft;

“Astounding creatures, uncanny, psychic, mind-bending, short- leash-controls…”

He  dully thinks, when he awakens exhausted, with a dull headache and a copious nose bleed, more tired getting up, than he had been, going to bed.

 And ‘dreams’, in a gnawing realization, could no longer ever again, be trusted  to merely be, .. ‘dreams’…

BIO:
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.

*******

Postscript

Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I prescribe a required spiritual “shift”  towards the equally unseen goodness of the spirit world, and away from fear.

Unlearning fear is a step-by-step acceptance and assertion, of one’s spiritual ‘Self’, a distance far and away from fearful  defenses mustered by one’s material physical self.

One’s longitudinal approach to any self-defense must be a spiritual one, and not a physical one.

For defenses to flare, one must  recognize that one is not a person having troubled spiritual problems, but instead an eternal soul having troubling human experiences.

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

Avoid  church-based or organized religions and put the Bible on the same shelf as “The Tooth Fairy,” forGod is real, but He’s to be found down a long hall, and somewhere else.