Remote Viewing Defense Against Reptilian Aliens, Overlords of Human-Abducting Aliens
By Paul Schroeder
I used to firmly believe that we as predators, were at the very top of the food chain.
Then, others like me, who also claimed to be abductees, some of who I met through Budd Hopkins and his weekend house get- togethers many years ago, told me horror stories about some abductions.
They had seen on-board craft, a Mothman alien race, an ‘in-charge’ being who radiated rage and hatred.
This satanic, diabolical alien being was overlord of many alien races who abduct humans and who pilot UFOS.
Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven feet tall, monitor lizards governed large craft; reptilians who looked upon us as we fancied veal violated our World’s airspace every night…
These abductees had even gleaned what reptoids regular diets consisted of..
Just as bad or even worse there was a spiritual/supernatural element, an ethereal placement of young reptilians along human abductees spinal chords for aural feasting; they trespass inter-dimensionally as well and tamper with our energies that extend there.
When these 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 so many abductees had such horrid panic attacks and spinal issues, juvenile reptilian spinal attachments tamper with astral energies and cause somatic injuries..
Imagine a whole cityscape with most people walking around with an affixed juvenile reptilian attached upside-down to their spines; it lends a new meaning to a silent invasion.
It was a chilling story I was to hear repeatedly echoed.
Not unlike demonic activity, reptoids impose nightmares.
You know my ‘take’ on nightmares: they are imposed for attachment-energy-residence , to actually “dwell’, within the layered human psyche’s core image-nightmare scenario. Astral snakes and other astral wildlife, including greys seeking ‘sanctuary’, are found dwelling ‘behind’ such imagery, startlingly revealed, under hypnosis…
“Aliens” have long been on and involved with this planet, eons BEFORE mankind showed up in altered simian form, and cruel tactics required tampering with our DNA to create us, a naked ape crop to harvest, a simian race who knots neckties and who rides public conveyances.
After a lifetime of abductions and research I have gotten this hard fact from abductees who have actually had their questions answered by their abductors.
It re-framed correctly, at least to my mind, what the ulterior motive, purpose was behind many alien/mankind interaction/visitations.
We are a physical (and spiritual crop) to be harvested, as we do with lower Earth animal forms..
And I was angered to think how blind UFO sky-watchers and media, focus solely and simply on craft, as though some alien-Jedi-mind-trick was imposed, and nobody focused on the intent of alien occupants, within.
It puts one in mind of a Twilight Zone episode called,”To Serve Man”, which neatly summed up man’s importance in the galaxy as a mere condiment.
(Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: “It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel.” p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30)
But Budd Hopkins’ abductees meetings ascertained that older abductees should not worry as our flesh is become too tough, old and tainted with drugs, chemicals and age ; only our very young become simian veal, for reptilian palates.
It makes one want to change, to make an apparent moral decision and assume a vegetarian diet and not ever atavistically revert;
but we too have mouths intended by evolution, equipped with meat tearing incisors…..
Who Could Ever Imagine Such Creatures ?
My abduction recalls were of different entities, also masters of illusions, ones who tested me in mind-imposed scenarios, of moral dilemmas and survival values choices.
They calibrated souls and assessed minds with uncanny, telepathic images projected onto the mind’s visual screen (i.e. the optic lobe).
They were tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby cartoon character and often, politely spoke mind to mind.
Years later, I saw a three foot tall juvenile reptilian entity, during a shower, under the spray, close up.
I saw it partially appear and then slowly vanish, like an elf, and it cocked its head at me sideways, birdlike.
I was at once both horrified and in awe, frighteningly aware of their parasitic, bottom-feeder UFO- creature reputation, gleaned from other abductees.
The adults were winged Mothmen, cat-like eyes, scaled and ceiling tall, all quite demonically possessed, and I wanted nothing, whatsoever, to imagine about them.
It was surmised by some in the UFO field, at Budd Hopkin’s abductee-house-meetings that Earth may well be a reptilian preserve matrix of time and illusion, a human-playpen-physical anomaly preserve, when compared to multiple reptilian created synthetic, astral worlds, elegantly designed to ‘house’ trapped human souls.
I have seen such astral prison realms during astral abductions and OBEs and it is not dissimilar to this ‘reality’, which if you pay strict attention, also sometimes ‘pixilates’..
I had stupidly (and recklessly) tried an energy experiment with my mind to control a UFO by remote viewing, a mind flexing field exercise to satisfy profound irritation for the copious nosebleeds, and nightmares sustained after abductions from devices inserted into my sinuses and mentally implanted ‘screen-memories’.
By virtue of the unexpected result, the semi- transparent appearance of a saurian monstrously tall reptilian in the center of my living room who radiated a loathsome palpable rage and hatred, shortly after I tried using this psychic technique, I determined that I would never alone try this mental exercise tool again,
However, a skilled ensemble TEAM, might, by contrast, bring this warrior marvelous results.
The unused power of our minds is part of the raw quantum physics of the universe> That energy potential has latent power, both miraculous and awesome, to be seen in this power flexing exercise.
The fact that it brought almost immediate retaliation against me underlines its potential efficacy.
Will You Attempt To Be as Foolhardy as I?
With eyes closed, I did visualize an alien craft, a disc-shaped or cigar-shaped large UFO, and ‘saw’ it perched, then flying above our planet high within our skies, many miles overhead.
I visualized all quadrants of a very large craft, filled with overlord reptilians and subservient greys, all busy at machinery.
I studied the tiers and levels of it in full detail for a full half minute.
Then, I visualized that a force from my mind sharply hit the ship and jarred the craft violently, tossed into another section of space, like a football, end over end.
Clearly, I saw it hurled across a short distance in space, at a tilted pitched angle and visualized all entities on-board now suddenly very startled and frightened.
Imagination, is a word that should be eliminated from our language.
I augmented this visualization and used a quick head tilt to accentuate the strong mental suggestion of the craft’s jump.
I totally forgot about this experimental exercise within an hour.
But then between me on the couch and my television set, a creature from a nightmare appeared and changed my life.
There are moments that define one’s life, moments that one says, ‘this was before that’, ‘this was after that’.
A Mothman-like reptilian, a winged scaled saurian being, ceiling-high, semi- materialized.
Without moving I was suddenly warmed; hatred surrounded me with menace as though I were near a hot radiator.
Its cat-like eyes radiated a palpable loathing and rage, which awed me rather than frightened me as I had lost my senses to surprise.
It was winged, ceiling-high and scaled, with webbing between brown claws.
It vanished after less than five seconds .
Later, days and weeks later in my life, that saurian vendetta surely and without question manifested a series of horrid and painful accidents which seemed later to underline the smoldering, tangible hatred and rage that it had radiated towards me.
In retrospect, those agonies and sudden misfortunes were not worth the risk of what was after all a very foolhardy experiment.
But I couldn’t help but wonder how merely one single human mind could be such a powerful weapon/tool, to control alien craft, that do indeed respond to powerful telepathic messages.
And I later also couldn’t help but wonder what more a highly skilled group of focused minds, an orchestra of minds in unison, might also be able to accomplish.
We are not, as mindless and as helpless against these vile creatures and their miracle machines, as everyone has thought …
Illustrations of reptilian aliens courtesy of
Linda Moulton Howe’s
Hypnosis and Amnesia
(Copyright 2017, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)
<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>
Giordano Bruno- February 1600 (burned at the stake by Church Bishops for teachings against the Roman Catholic Church) :
“Innumerable suns exist! Innumerable earths circle around their suns, no worse and no less inhabited than this globe of ours.
For no reasonable mind can assume that heavenly bodies that may be far more magnificent than ours would not bear upon them creatures similar or even superior to those upon our human Earth.”
The following account is based on an actual encounter:
Dr. Paul Schroeder and his wife, Susan were boating on North Conway Lake in New Hampshire, near the North Conway mines, on May 13, 2008.
They paddled into a deep hidden canyon, entering between huge boulders which formed a narrow gateway.
It was a place that they had been to before, to make love in the wild flowers, in a vast hidden field.
Both pulled the boat up onto the narrow beach shadowed by overhanging willows and had a cold lunch of chicken and white wine.
It was a pristine landscape to wander in and dream.
Soon they felt the air vibrate strongly like an explosion’s aftershock. A wave blast of air and temperature.
“What in God’s name was that?” Susan asked.
Her husband answered:
“Likely, it’s a shock-wave from a dynamite explosion, miles behind us, at the North Conway mine. But there was no sound, and we’re miles and miles, too far from the mine.”
She added, “You must remember, that mine’s long been closed!”
He thought for a moment, “You’re damned right.”
He climbed the boulder behind him and said:
“It came from just outside this hidden cove, but I should be able to figure out what happened, if I can see out over the lake, from up there.”
“You’ll probably fall and kill yourself,” his wife warned.
After hard climbing, he reached the top boulder which was split and he could look out through a sharp cleft within the rock.
Two large, shiny, round craft floated on the water just beyond the narrow entrance to the cove.
He didn’t stop to look twice.
What he had seen was so unbelievable that he scrambled down to get his wife. His astonished aspect, a slack jaw and wide eyes, was all the convincing that she needed.
Both climbed up to the well-hidden vantage point to get a better perspective.
Both metallic craft were fifty to sixty feet wide, twenty feet thick at the center and fifteen feet thick at the rim.
Round, black-edged ports covered the rim at a distance of every four feet.
On the top sides, hatch covers were open, and moving slowly around its surface were spindly creatures, who moved in unison, like robots.
On both ships, over their heads from a central position, was a slowly rotating hoop-shaped object.
When the hoop reached a point directly opposite the husband and wife, it stopped.
So did all of the creatures … Ominously for the couple, the creatures stared toward the couple’s hiding place and remained motionless.
The husband, with a frantic whisper pulled at his wife’s dress:
“Jesus, Lord, get down!”
And both of them did, but they were sure that the creatures had spotted them.
They remained hidden, staring round-eyed at each other, and then noticed a quick movement; a deer below, had come to the water’s edge, to drink.
They were sure that the strange creatures were instead watching the deer and they slowly rose for another good look.
The hoop was rotating once more, operated by a creature, standing below it, who wore a small, scarlet head covering.
All were small and wore close-fitting dark suits and blue helmets.
One creature placed a shiny green hose in the water, drawing in water and at the same time discharging something from another hose.
Again the hoop stopped and all the figures froze … They stared toward the couple on the rock.
Husband and wife ducked and counted to thirty before they inched up for yet another look.
Two hours later, dazed and confused, missing time, the couple ambled back into their boat and headed for home.
They were both grim faced and neither spoke for the whole trip back, and the further they traveled from the lake, the more their amnesia of the incident grew.
They traveled home, bereft of memories.
A week passed during which each night’s “dreams” held disturbed and bizarre scenarios.
One night, as his son slept, he stole gently into the bedroom where his child was sleeping, and removed three books, by J.M.Barrie.
He had awakened in a sweat from a nightmare and the stars had been bright against the blackness of the night sky..
Rather than awe, dread had descended to encompass him.
He now felt strongly protective and oddly repulsed by the notion of Peter Pan, a never-aging figure, who comes down from the sky and floats children out of their bedroom, at night, accompanied by a little ball of light, Tinkerbell.
“The overall patterns in these cases are so remarkably consistent, often down to even tiny details, that people reporting these experiences often sound so inherently credible that the phenomenon simply cannot be dismissed.”
Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the abilities, of aliens, by recreating and reverse engineering:
cold fusion anti gravity,
specialized surgical tools,
and most recently, the scramble to deduce ‘smart skins’ of craft, which, chameleon-like, alter shape and color according to background environments.
All of these magical technologies, from E.T., successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.
We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, –“The Day the Earth Stood Still”– though he is the diametric opposite of the charming, handsome, gracious, elevated spirit in alien form, in that film .
He, in reptilian, mantid form- and in grey form- instead see us, in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens: a harvestable livestock crop. And one does not ever remotely, seriously consider equanimity, with chickens.
Director of CIA, Admiral Roscoe H. Hillenkoetter:
“It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel.”
pg. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. 30
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL he saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence he never suspected that he had; a soul.
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict inter-dimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with people, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.
These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls ,stuck to your energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
TALKING TO HEAVEN, BUT, LOST IN TRANSLATION
Translation trip- ups, are screw-ups, mistakes that can alter reality.
President Carter visited Poland, in 1977.
“When I left the United States”, which came out as,”when I abandoned the United States”, mistakes that the press found amusing.
One’s personal destiny, much like history, is also affected by such screw-ups in translation.
for I desperately needed spiritual help, protection against untoward, unpleasant and unwanted paranormal experiences.
the human mind, in itself, has Godlike powers, to alter reality.
our life- scenarios, pre-arranged in a blueprint.
This blueprint, carefully pre-planned by us, our spirit helpers, and guides, before our birth, is for spiritual learning, within this school, that we call, “Earth”..
But the more that I fervently prayed, with angst, to Heaven to cease and desist paranormal untoward horrid experiences , the more things got worse.
I had close encounter sightings of overhead UFOs and then suffered subsequent abductions by, brilliantly diabolical reptilians, who imposed vivid, nightmares.
My prayers, all my life heard, and responded to, now failed to elicit spiritual help.
I discovered that fearful pleading to Heaven for respite and relief did NOT mean that one had the language to effectively communicate.
Why did things get worse, after desperately fervent prayer?
Why were my experiences worsening and my intense requests lost, in translation?
I felt an electric mortal terror of alien critters.
After abductions, I felt harmed, threatened and wounded.
My fervent prayers to Heaven’s Hosts for protective relief were ignored
But instead, my suffering expressed in focused prayers, made all Hell break loose:
Ghosts, demons, shadow people, poltergeist phenomena, dreadful , vivid nightmares, Out of Body Experiences, and aliens in overhead craft who abducted me.
I agonized over my thwarted spiritual rights to demand cessation, seek balance, grounding and protection, from my angels, my guides, God and my Higher Self.
But, the more that I worried, petitioned and implored, in despair, to Heaven, to end bizarre encounters, the more that unholy creatures carrying butter knives, pranced naked, into my bedroom.
Why does the buttered slice of bread always fall butter side down?
Fearful worrying, negative energy, manifests those very things, that keep you up at night, worrying about.
Since your energy goes where your attention goes, chronic fearful worry, only brings more wolves, to all of your doors.
not by words, but by the inner focus of the mind’s emotional energy.
The translation software apparatus that works requires that you never despair, or resign yourself to grief.
inhaling a merciful lungful of water, exemplifies how negative fear and worry bring about ruination.
feel GRATEFUL, THANKFUL, and JOYFUL, as though full relief has already been afforded you.
AS THOUGH WHAT YOU DESPERATELY SOUGHT , from Heaven,
HAD ALREADY BEEN DELIVERED TO YOU…
Like magic, I was finally able to communicate passed translation bottlenecks, using emotional relief and deep gratitude, regarding my travails.
A spiritual technophobe, slow to learn, it took me ten years to figure this out.
Paranormal inter- dimensional untoward bleed-through experiences have diminished, in ferocity and incidence, as a direct result of this ‘language’ software shift in demeanor, to
A CHILD’S GUIDE TO PSYCHIC SELF-DEFENSE: (FOR PARENT’S EYES, ONLY)
Facial muscles distort, darker eye color sets in, hateful utterances, from the possessed, present exorcists with a lolling, sinister, encompassing intelligence, which now sits upon the seat of human consciousness.
What can a demon do, towards self defense, during exorcisms?
Negative ideations of a sexually depraved nature, such as murdering and having sex with children,
horrific scenarios, telepathically broadcast into the circle of minds attending a healing, psychic attacks designed to shake loose Holy intent, to disorient and to upset focus.
Knocks at doors and telephone calls occur with no one evident at the other end.
Smells of sickening stench issue forth from everywhere and from nowhere.Negative miracles manifest.
I attended an exorcism, and after the priest left,
a tree trunk fell from a tree’s height, to barely miss that priest, an afterword attack by an especially virulent entity, an
Priests, bishops and the victim’s families encounter a hellish demonic within a possessed child, a grinning pleasure the demon derives from its contrived acts of horror, to
terrify those fighting that demonic possession.
If you or someone you know, has a child at the epicenter of paranormal experiences , temporarily remove the child from the house to a friend’s or relative’s house, to confirm that it’s the ‘haunted child”, and not the ‘haunted house’ which is the problem’s source and focus.
Be sure that the unclean one cannot lodge within YOU, as a parent, to reside within your own past grudges, traumas and hurts; use effective metaphysical ‘ointment’ :
Go back into each painful room of your life to briefly re-live and then undo the traumatic memories of your own past’s miseries, to put a happier twist on events, to
unburden long-carried weights of regret, rage and sadness.
Release all of it into visualized violet light, intoning :” I release all pain and negativity like dark smoke hurting no one”.”
“Let it GO; let it go to God; let God.”
With karmic weight on your own shoulders freed, feeling lighter and elevated, assist your child.
one must teach a child how to shut out some of these experiences by asserting his own will, by grounding exercises, visualizations, and applied metaphysics, all of which manifest instantly, on the astral plane.
Awakening with “earworm” music (melodies that go madly on while you’re attempting thoughts) and experiencing ‘lucid dreams’, are both signature symptoms of telepathic/psychic ‘attack’, where one in transit, has unknowingly picked up spiritual dog poo on the bottom of one’s spiritual “shoes”.
A mega-salt (Epsom salts) bath will create a mild electric current to sever negative connections made during dream-state, and leave the salt on without showering after the bath, to allow the ‘saltiness’ to discourage additional new connections
burn everything, including his body, which in ashes, fall to the floor.
.At that moment, a dark entity, seeking to be ” attached”, stands alone, astrally apart from the child’s energies, and unprotected, and that wash of electric purple fire, will act as a cleansing, withering force against dark force entities.
A barrier of visualized electric purple light, a frequency disruptive to dark force entities/energies, is a difficult color vibrational visualization to mentally sustain.
Angelic realms can also be enlisted to combat diabolical spiritual filth.
From the stance of self-recognition as an eternal spirit, one can then insist on “one’s own space’.
as spiritual fruition.
Avoid church-based or organized religions and put the Bible on the same shelf, as the Tooth Fairy for
God, is real, but He is down a long hall, and somewhere else…
ALIEN MIND CONTROL DURING ABDUCTIONS
By Paul Schroeder
(Copyright 2014, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)
<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 but also 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’…
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.
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…