BAD LUCK ISN’T BAD KARMA

“IF I DIDN’T HAVE BAD LUCK, I WOULDN’T HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL”

By 

(Author’s note:  the title is  from a Rodney Dangerfield routine..)

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You have certainly heard it said, that in our lives’ destinies, “All IS WRITTEN”? 

According to  reputable and gifted psychics, our lives are carefully planned by our spirits, beforehand, that we assemble spirit helpers and spirit guides, in Heaven,  to accompany us, long  before we jump into another womb’s prenatal body,  for yet another lifetime.

Life,  they assure us, is a series of pre-programmed events staged with proscribed boons and travails, specifically designed to grow us spiritually closer towards God, a God who gives us myriad  incarnations, to hone and perfect us.

Earth is our ‘school’.

Even a ‘deja vu’, a moment haunting in its odd feeling, that we’ve ‘ been ‘there’, before’,   psychics say, is precisely such a specially pre-inserted moment, in our blueprint,  a small  odd- feeling- ‘bump’, in time, designed to remind us, unconsciously, that we are assessed perfectly aligned, with our  pre-planned spiritual lessons, in that moment.

How, then, is one to understand spates of bad luck, that stubbornly seem to follow one throughout?

For some of us, and that includes me, day after day, week after week, awful little and large things happen in  doses that nag at us, and seem to resist  greater meaning.

The title’s male comedian, once complained:

“I have the worst luck all of the time; I have no luck at all.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!”:
I miss buses and oversleep appointments lose my wallet and keys, stub my toes,  step in dog poo and bang my head underneath cabinets.

“Just yesterday, I woke up, got dressed, and a button fell off; I  reached for a closet door and the knob came off!

I grabbed my suitcase, and the handle came off;…

I was afraid,… to go to the bathroom!…”

 

If  it’s true, that “all is written”, how does one explain annoying and troubling
‘nothing is going right’ periods, that persist?

Many gifted psychics, privately affirm that since  ,’all IS written’, awful bad luck events happen, by no  accidents; aligned with spirit, bad luck, in a continuous line, is commonly backstage- orchestrated.


Large and small bad luck occurrences will happen everywhere, all at once, in one’s life, as a spiritual “sign”, an alert that one is sadly far from one’s prearranged spiritual path.

When one has strayed too far away from one’s Heavenly, towards God,  pre-planned ‘blueprint’, self delineated in intricate fashion,  bad luck will stubbornly continue to manifest.

Then, It’s no coincidence that you lost your wallet, spilled the coffee on the computer keyboard, stepped on the cat, had a bathroom pipe leak down onto the kitchen ceiling, got a flat tire and missed the train and that was only Tuesday!

“Nothing is going right!”, life malfunctions, reveal that something else LARGER at stake, down a long hallway, and somewhere else behind our ‘curtains’, is ALSO not right.


Bad luck in series, is the tyrannical effort of Heaven, specifically,
our spirit guides and spirit helpers, who are more than  just trying to get our attention.

I can actually, at this point hear the known cynics and pernicious doubters yet again exclaim,”Your thesis, to me, personally, is just nonsense!”

What about those people who have one good luck event, after another good luck event follow them?

When one is on one’s correct preplanned blueprint’s spiritual path, ‘everything just seems to go right’?

Yes.

If we are progressing correctly, according to “plan”, then all of the little confluences and connections in our life begin to seem to work, and series of fortuitous coincidences occur like perfect magic:

We catch the bus, right on time, we meet that person we were hoping to see, we gain hope and guidance automatically, from kind strangers,  we find that misplaced thing we searched for, garner the needed finances that we sought ;

wonderful coincidences gather like flies at our mustaches.

Only when one is much too far from one’s self-set goals, does all Hell seem to break loose, everywhere and all at once, repeatedly.



Chronic and persistent ‘bad luck’ isn’t the ‘disease’ itself, but is instead an emergent ‘symptom’, of a disease.

But, can it be all that simple?

After learning this, minor constant misfortunes that never seem to end, rather than blindly depress you, will enlighten and cheer you, because it confirms that our path, is indeed a pre-planned path, and that, “Yes, Virginia, there really IS a Santa Claus,”

on ‘stage’, and ‘behind our curtains’.

Consistent negative synchronicities, are messages and bad luck events, now alert us that we are NOT up on our spiritual ‘toes’.

Ask oneself:

Am I being helpful to others or self-consumed and impish?

Am I forgiving, or nurturing grudges?

Am I consoling someone who needs consoling or am I, not wanting to ‘engage’,  avoiding them?

Am I offering charity to someone in need, or cautiously sidestepping involvement?

Am I being supportive or judgmental?

Am I being loving or impatient?

The cessation of bad luck troubles, relies and depends on one’s spiritual shift- of -perspective, a recognition that will appeal to your spirit helpers and spirit guides.

Be calm.

Listen to something emotionally releasing, like taped wholesome standup comedy; laughing can reset brain chemical imbalances from angst and is a wholesome therapy, instrumental in stopping deepening fugue, about persistent bad luck events..

Large doses of laughter can jump start and stir the cheer of one’s lagging soul .


Essentially, one must recognize those backstage  spiritual influences; a prayer for guidance and enlightenment is now tantamount.

Pray, IN THANKS to your spirit helpers and angels, who do a mostly thankless job, most often, and then, ask them for spiritual assistance.

Prayer, to be put back on the ‘right path’  will suffice, and  then all at once, as though in answer, the confluent series of ‘ bad luck’ events will suddenly abate.

Then, be sure to react with love to the situations that next present themselves, to you.

“Why me?!” is always the wrong question.

“Why NOW?” is more apt.

Bad luck in a series of repeated events means that
we have missed the inner signposts of mercy and patience and forgiveness and are indeed far from our set spiritual goals at that moment in time.

Series of bad luck incidents in our lives are NO accidents .

“All is written” may sound facile and glib, but one’s spirit helpers can and will reach from behind the curtains of Heaven and appear almost tyrannical, as they attempt to fast turn one into another direction, like adjusting a human skillet frying pan by grabbing one roughly, by the handle…..

For we are not humans having spiritual experiences, but spirits, having human experiences.

“Bad karma”,  emanates from spite, jealousy, anger, revenge, theft, greed and manifests in ‘unfinished spiritual lessons’ scenarios around those themes, throughout future incarnations.

THAT , is ‘bad karma’…

But, how to quickly end spates of bad luck incidents?

Prayer, with feelings only of gratitude, strongly helps to bring a message for the cessation of travails, until one’s head is re-screwed on, properly, to extend love, in all endeavors, to others..

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm

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GHOST RESCUE

GHOST RESCUE

By Paul Schroeder
 
(Copyright 2016, 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.
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.
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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?
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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:
Medusa HeadI 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…
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.
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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.

AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE

AN ALTERNATIVE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE : A SPIRITUAL MESSAGE

by Paul Schroeder

A spiritual message, in a time of need, illuminated a larger life path:
“The Spell of the Yukon”
               By Robert W. Service
“I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
   I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy—I fought it;
   I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it—
   Came out with a fortune last fall,—
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
   And somehow the gold isn’t all…”
I rarely ever worked overtime, or sought spare part- time jobs to make more money, seeking blue skies above to doing work indoors, and I relished my poorer beer pockets without ever developing or resenting the absence of a richer champagne taste.
Those ambitious lads of my childhood who entered finance, medicine or law,  worked 24-7 towards a salaried lifestyle that flew them first class, overseas to luncheon meetings and purchased them mansions in the  glass sky towers of Manhattan.
Effete, they would confess,”Those who say that money can’t buy you everything, don’t know where to shop!”
I  became a college instructor teacher who received a meager pittance, but though  I relished my bankers’ hours’ 9 to 3  job, I deeply longed for the respite of work, each academic year, within a ten week vacation, over the summer.
During academic semesters I recklessly ate up all of my sick days and personal days, taking escapes in the sun at the beach, and landscaped land escapes in three and four day weekends, at mountain lakes’ sites to hike in virgin woods alone.
Others in Higher Education had instead garnered many days, ‘in their bank’, saved up jealously, to trade for cash, losing one day for every two saved, upon retirement.
To me, counter intuitively, non providentially, time away to think was worth more, as an escape valve,  than half of some obscure future money.
Work was onerous and exacting, and freedom was a hiking-in-the-woods- relief, from fluorescent overhead lights, and the grinding grading of incessant exams and papers.
For release,  the best part of my chosen vocation, I lectured and pontificated, teaching American and English Literature, in a large lecture hall,  chain-smoking unfiltered cigarettes, during class instructions, throughout, to self medicate.
I am presently retired, thirty-five years in teaching, and have a modest lovely home and property, and as for wanderlust, I  have long found that armchair travel is the cheapest kind of travel, content to read brochures, than take inoculations, to explore the world.
Money aversion- ennui got worse as I grew older.
 I soon preferred the sidelines of copious earnings, a spent man, seeking  to relax and to write.
Why was I, so different, to care little for “success”, measured in hard work towards riches?
I wasn’t remotely money excited,  as a child, dimly knowing on a subliminal level that God didn’t place us here, on Earth,  on a special mission,  to make money.
A spiritual message experience, I received, as a teenager, a homeless runaway at seventeen, running from a divorced household of violence and police- being -called -by- the -neighbors,
became a core influence for my slant on monied life, a purposeful one of just getting by, instead of working hard towards earning luxuries.
It was Christmas time in New York City and I was seventeen years old, homeless penniless,  and wandering.
I had exited  the Museum of Natural History on Central Park West, where I had feasted for hours, on museum eye -candy, but my stomach  had rumbled with hunger.
And now back on the street, I found that it had been and was now, snowing heavily.
I wondered worriedly where I would sleep, that night.
 A local movie manager,  a friend, Paul Gary, said that I could, when in Brooklyn, sleep in a little used old loft room in his movie theatre, the Loews Oriental, in Bath Beach, Brooklyn, in a dusty, haunted costume property room.
I was the inhabiting spirit.
The smell of freshly roasted chestnuts,  sold to passerbys from a kiosk wagon, near to the museum’s stone steps, in a blizzard of snow, wafted my way and roused me.
I had no money in my pockets; I salivated at the  sweet nutty perfume.
 Chestnuts were a seasonal treat I had  enjoyed, at this very museum’s site, when I had a bountiful existence within my cantankerous parents’ marriage’s deep pockets’ circle of influence.
I would ask my parents,  they’d  fish for loose change and I would relish the sweet flavor of fire roasted hot chestnuts, now a new symbol of want and the faded memory of childhood .
I was alone upon the streets of Manhattan, hungry and had no money.
The  snow covered shoulders and face of the man who stood behind the kiosk wagon, were wrapped in steam; he was small and dark, wearing mittens with holes for the fingers.
The snow fell heavily in sheets that made a city of asphalt shock look gentler.
I  came close enough to  inhale the dark aroma of roasted chestnuts,  a childhood memory token, an olfactory solace for my pangs of hunger.
 I  noticed that on one side of his kiosk wagon hung a large piece of grey cardboard with a blue magic marker message upon it, his philosophy of the moment, but on an unconscious level, one  for the rest of my adult life.
A raised consciousness was sparked.
It read:
“I really don’t like making money;
I don’t want to conquer the world,
and I don’t wish to ever be rich;
I don’t even want to set the world, on fire;
 I just want to keep my nuts warm.”
A spiritual message, in a time of need, illuminated a larger life path.

ALIEN ABDUCTEES AND REINCARNATION

REINCARNATION AND ALIEN ABDUCTEES

 

Many tens of thousands of alien abductees the world over awaken in bed exhausted, to experience copious nosebleeds, yellow stains on their pillows, scars and scoop marks on their skin, subcutaneous implants and fearful, vivid recall of large eyed bug- like nonhuman entities, eyeball to eyeball, who are nighttime bedroom intruders and who pilot UFOs.
What could be worse?

Well, some lone, isolated people simply do not return after alien abductions.

 

Small ‘work-horse’ greys ( ‘synthetic-job-beings’) bathe in solutions of human cellular sludge, to imbibe nutrition ; whoever told us that we humans were at the top of the food-chain, was more than just disingenuous…

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If the alternate truth weren’t so very scary, one might say that there are NO things worse, than being murdered, by the hands of elusive, malicious reptilian-grey alien creatures.
What is worse than death at their hands,

THE DEVIL’S WORK


 is birth, again, at the hands of these creatures.

A very different endgame is unnaturally inherent after an alien abductee’s death

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People, after physical death, go on to that other dimension that we all come from and go to, a dimension that we call, ” Heaven ” and
as spirits, we see Earth as a ‘school’ where we briefly reside, repeatedly, in a succession of many lifetimes in a physical body, to learn ” lessons ” that refine and hone our spirits.

But, as if lifetime abductions by aliens weren’t enough, imagine many series of lifetimes, husbanded by  reptilian-greys, which interfered with our soul’s transit.

They , not unlike demons, collect and garner souls and then later transfer the raw energy into soulless bodies that they’ve created, bypassing  God and our – natural recycling, within the planning of HEAVEN, _EARTH, _HEAVEN, _EARTH for our soul’s designed evolution.

Then, there is no intermediary Heaven for such souls, no reunion of kindred spirits, no blueprint of lessons drawn up by the soul, itself and approved by the Council of Elders, all under God’s aegis.

 

Imagine one’s struggle to awaken spiritually again, in another body with imposed amnesia again, but this time after time, no Heaven between lifetimes.

 

When greys say; “WE HAVE THE RIGHT”, in a response to abduction related complaints, it’s because they’ve invested so very much time in us; that’s exactly why they know so much about our previous lifetimes.
Creepy critters, mean-spirited and with a cop’s scum-bag sense of entitlement, prevail..
They are more interested in our spiritual essences ,than we are even aware of our spiritual essences.
They can and do implant their own electromagnetic alien energies within humans, as ‘puppeteers, merge their soul energy with ours.
 ‘Where do you COME from?” asked by many abductees is blithely answered with, ‘We come from within”, with spiritual “walk-ins”,

 alien-reptilian energies implanted in aural energies and along  spinal columns, and this they refer to, as using humans as mere “containers.”

 

An arrogant proprietary timbre, that we ‘belong’ to them, that we are someone else’s very valuable property, prevails.
Ancient astronaut theories advance the revealing idea that all Old Testament “encounters” with a ‘vengeful divinity were sinister, masquerading reptilian aliens, authors of our physical beings, in craft above (“Heavens”)long held to see mankind as we view veal, and thus the kosher laws, were designed precisely as we feed Omaha cattle grain, for the ‘marbling’.

The Ark was an advanced technological weapon-communication contrivance, that the real G-d would never have needed or designed..

The true all-loving God is imbued within us and everything around us to be too easily discerned, and down a long hall and somewhere else other than the demanding, vengeful entity that helmeted the world’s idea of God, and whose craft violate our skies and whose technology even after 5,000 years, is still seemingly magical.

From Abraham, to Ezekiel, to Moses, these beings pretended to be G-d and they were and we still are, the Children of Israel, because children believe without question, what they’re told..

Just how is this demonic possessive-like alien magic accomplished?

 

In this case, I awaken to find myself placed, bolted and strapped into a large heavy padded metal chair in a round dimly lit room about 20 ft wide.
The small round room contains four such chairs in a circle with large van de Graaff Generator looking poles with round heads, about ten feet high and two feet thick, all standing tall between the chairs.

I can see across the room.

 

A huge hulking form of a man wearing a dark suit, sits opposite dead or me looking switched off. He hunches into another heavily padded metal chair and faces me.

 

Spectacular displays of what looks like white firework sparkler-like sparks fly straight up from these poles, high into the air ;Image result for tumblr gifs of alien technology
These sparks are quickly circled, cycled into a growing faster larger circle of white sparks above both of our heads, anticlockwise into  growing circle of more solid dazzling lights.
Parts of our soul energies are merged.
Then the sparkling circle of rotating lights is siphoned off into another hulking machine just beyond my sight.
Our energies have been stolen; parts of our souls have been stored for creating another soul into an alien created body form.
And worse, implanted alien energies, immature reptilians, feast from our energies.

A ghost, after all, is an electromagnetic fog of memory and personality.

ghost GIF
This spiritual theft alien agenda gives new meaning to the concept of “a silent invasion”.
When humans see UFO craft in the skies above our cities they dully forget to evaluate the true purposes of the pilots within but focus instead on the craft itself as though some devious alien mind control were at play.
They could squash us like bugs but prefer to be elusive such that we are in a proverbial hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor when it comes to any clearer understanding of their motives for incessant abductions.

What we do know is that we are mere sheep for shearing, to them; we are used by them in the same way that remora and lamprey use prey, as parasitic denizens of the oceans.

It is the Devil’s work.

 

Afterward:

 

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

​BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night.
Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul.
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict inter-dimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.
Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven.
These joyriding grays can be sinister, dis-corporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, which bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.

TELEPATHIC ALIEN ABDUCTEES

 

 

TELEPATHIC ALIEN ABDUCTEES

by Paul Schroeder

 

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

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

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

 

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

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…
Such people who ‘notice’  these objects also usually have buried dim memory stirrings of being on-board craft, forgotten by alien “suggestion”; one may well have implants within one.
It’s NEVER an ‘accident ,when one with awe and curiosity, sees craft overhead.
It’s choreographed.

There have been ‘positive’  personal  consciousness offshoots :

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

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

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

adeptness with hypnosis and metaphysics ‘tools’,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

Spending a lifetime, recalled in snippets, with highly psychic, abducting entities, has made my intuitive prowess mushroom.
Hazards exist and one can flirt with the beast of madness, when inter-dimensional bleed-throughs become too commonplace.
I went to a presumed psychic who turned out to be a fake, and who did a cold reading, with almost nothing apropos, from him.
  I ended up by reading him, telling him that a red haired woman (who turned out to be his mother) who was sitting next to him, was unhappy about what he was doing!
He confirmed, with a photo, that his mom, a bright auburn like Lucille Ball, had passed that year, and rattled, he agreed to refund my $300.
After abductions, the inter-dimensional door, left open, usually also invites in the gangster fringe element of the spirit world.

Like an allergy sufferer, psychics have a hyper sensitivity, to the unseen.

A cautionary tale, for sensitives, is that
watching  television, in itself, (like driving, or playing a musical instrument) puts one, unknowingly, into a light trance  more commonly achievable by hypnosis.

 

Such trance ‘states’ of mind unknowingly magnify the mind’s power of a sensitive, to receive and transmit and one’s mind
acts as a light-house beacon which can easily bring in dark spirits, who like sharks, coast in.

Sensitives need this trouble, like a submarine needs screen doors.

Are those who have a developing ‘Third-Eye’ cursed or blessed and
what if it stems from experiences with non-humans?
One technique that I use, is to internally tell myself that I wish to be “open”, and then I  relax, as I await an insight or mind’s eye picture, poised to receive, like a fat catcher behind home plate.
This worked well, and it oddly also helped me, at times, to deliver an English college lesson, during a long career, when I misused this gift.
A classroom teacher’s predilection to amaze students, is always an opportunity to make them pay more attention.
On a  platform -raised-stage, in a lecture hall, gesticulating World, American and English literature, to a student audience below.
I would halt the lesson, when I saw that I was boring them, by interjecting a random ‘read’ of a pupil who was markedly off day-dreaming, eyes out of the window, brain in the hall, a pupil in a deep literature coma.
As an attention getting device or a means of embarrassment,  I would from left field give him an odd  personal detail of his private family life, a detail known only to him.
It could be as simple as mentioning that he left both a trumpet and a girlie magazine behind, on his unmade bed.
His eyes would be wide open pools of attention, for the rest of the week.
But garnering a reputation, for uncanny mind feats, seemed to backfire.
Just outside an English Literature classroom, I was stopped in transit in a busy college hallway, by an unknown female college student, who grabbed my arm and blocked my path, to class, and  said:
“Read me; I want you to read me!”
Startled and affronted, I wondered how the student grapevine knew that I would do such things, and I became worried about my  job security if Administration also were  aware, like this rude student.
I shook my head, disapprovingly, and dismissively and told her,
“Forget it!”
But she physically half-pushed me against a wall, and I felt an almost affectionate female assault.
She insisted again.
“Read me; I want you to read me!”
I relaxed completely, annoyed, in resignation, and was suddenly flooded with the shoreline image of a vast body of  lake water, a shore surrounded by water, and I was adrift far from shore.
This strong image was  accompanied by a vague feeling of dread stronger than my indignation.
I quickly asked her,”Why am I seeing water?”, to which she shrugged.
I asked her again.
“I’m seeing water, what does that mean, to you?”
She shrugged, again.
“I have no idea, what it means, but you perhaps do”, I prodded.
“Why, water?”
“I don’t know” , she said, again.
“Oh,” she said, “I’m on the swimming team.”
I  quickly told her,”promise me that you’ll never swim in a lake, it’s far too dangerous to take that chance, in that you might drown,  but also promise me, now you’ll tell  absolutely no one, about this conversation.”

She smiled and nodded, and I, late for class,  somewhat dismayed, hurried elsewhere, feeling  that I had been taken advantage of.

 

 

A relaxed mental and physical state allows imposed images to float into mind,  accompanied by an open expectation, that I WILL receive.

 A real problem, exists in trying to decipher precisely just what that image, or series of images, might  mean.
It is a psychic muscle that all of us have, a muscle largely unflexed and flabby, culturally under developed.
 Revealingly, for the many alien abductees who report such similar intuition experiences, the double edged sword of the abduction experience, cuts both ways .
Instead of elevated and angelic presences, in these spiritual experiences, predominantly untoward and impish intelligences, prevail.
Not yet able to ground myself, I often find at dusk and nighttime that I’m inundated by unseen gate-crashers, my energies jumped upon by negative- thought- beings of many ilks, and worse,
juvenile reptilians, who like unerring persistent yellow-jacket-wasps, at a can of cola on a picnic table, worried and buzzed me with pinching and painful connections sought.
After a stunningly unpleasant  inter-dimensional  alien reptilian ‘encounter’, I was  aware of their unseen inter dimensional existence and diabolical brilliance.
  Afterwards, I was loathe to ‘ask’ within, again, psychically, wary and unwilling  to ‘receive’ ANY internal daydream-like images.
Reptilians’ persistent searing psychic attacks were THAT insidious.
These winged and mean-spirited creatures have uncanny psychic prowess.
Small dark greys as well,  quite sinister, are equipped with powerful mind-control abilities.
The more I experience “seeing” shape-shifting, involving small grey aliens, during rare moments of clarity within abductions, the more I am convinced that it’s not  shape-shifting, but instead telepathic control of our minds.
These beings telepathy is so strong  that they can  force us to perceive/ see what they choose, powerfully projected into our mind’s-eye.
I have grappled with why one would suffer such psychic-telepathic attacks, through broadcast negative thoughts, when awake, and in nightmares, when sleep, and I think in my case, forced beyond any willingness to write, that Heaven sends people into the darkest corners, to illuminate them, for others..
The spiritual/paranormal aspect in alien-human interactions, prevails:
UFO observations, though non-religious by nature, DO encompass a similarity to the “spiritual” or semi-religious  paranormal dimension, in many tangential ways.
Part of the phenomenon  involves astral abductions; one’s body is left behind in a car, or in bed, and one’s spiritual essences are extracted, ‘vibrated’ out of one’s body..
One reports seeing one’s body receding below, as one is ascending into, an overhead craft..
One’s astral essences do maintain all of one’s personality traits and idiosyncratic fine judgmental qualities.
This astral theft, temporarily, of our spiritual essence, is mirrored and echoed again after abductees’ physical death when their spirits are garnered to be recycled, bypassing Heaven , angels and spirit helpers, an abduction again, of diabolical proportions.
And there ARE strong similarities, also, between the predatory spiritual treatment of abductees by aliens, and the too easily dismissed ancient notions of demonic possession, because demons and aliens both, are predators, of our spirits and of  consciousness, itself.
For years, at meetings at Bud Hopkins house in New York City, we abductees, over the years, gleaned that ‘ we are a harvest’, a  condiment in the Universe, an echo of Rod Serling’s Twilight Zone episode, “To Serve Man”, because abductees know that UFOs reveal a reptilian god, who fancies diets of human flesh.
This truth, that humankind has always been a spiritual, as well as a tangible harvest, is down a long hall and somewhere else, from pedestrian UFO researchers.
“Earth”, as we call it, is a reptilian preserve and these gamekeepers, never let the creatures within suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve.
The lower animal forms seen on Earth, as reptiles, amphibians, insects, felines, are echoed and mirrored by the higher technological alien types seen aboard craft by abductees, aliens who lent their DNA to this preserve eons ago, and engineered
 our moon’s careful placement.

 Earth is a ‘created’ shining jewel of life , comparatively, among  untold countless dead worlds.

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

UFO researchers in this field who seek only facts are stodgy and backwards, ill equipped to understand an environment of an elusive alien hall of mirrors, with a quicksand floor..
“Proofs”, must sit in the corner, like a well trained German Alsatian canine, for required “proof”, disdains and impugns abductees, who struggle to put their ineffable and genuine alien experiences of high strangeness, into words.
Seeking only proofs, counter-intuitively inhibits, rather than illuminates this elusive subject.
The public is blind to this alien agenda and thus
 abject ridicule is what alien abductees face .
We, too, are contrived products of their creative animal  ‘husbandry’,
simians who knot ties and who ride public conveyances.
But, we are also simians who will, by our nature, not believe in anything that we have not directly experienced, ourselves.
 A stench of ignorance, towards UFOs and their alien pilots’ tactics and purposes,  prevails.
Churchill said that “mankind, was innately and “essentially, ineducable”..
 Psychic and telepathic powers of abductees, are an odd human precipitate, in an alien solution, one which resists “hard facts and evidences”.
(mind control dreamlike delusions imposed during abductions)
As a budding psychic, uncanny, and bizarre  ‘visuals’ often occur:
At a recent dinner, when a friend mentioned her beloved, long deceased brother, a man’s face slowly emerged from the right side of HER face!
It was like double-vision; they were identical, but he was a young man.
I was shocked, that he had not moved on, but had chosen instead, to jump aboard her energies and
I stared at her, fish-eyed.
I simply said,”You and he had one face, the exact, same face.”
She said, “yes; they  looked like identical twins.”
My wife put down her fork and said,
“There he goes, again, saying  things he could not possibly know,  and where does he GET those things from ?!”
I did not explain, what I had seen, horrified that he was, in truth, fully aboard her energies, rather than having ‘crossed over’.
Many abductees, experience  mind ‘receptivity’, to  inter- dimensional ‘bleed-through’.
I can tell when work-horse- synthetic -beings, small greys are close by, but unseen;  an intense feeling of the  ‘elevator experience’, of eyes, on the back of my neck’, combined with a creepy feeling.
They generate a strong  psychic ‘creepy’ feeling.
Who actually micromanages us, and our intuitions, behind our psychic curtains?
After encountering stunningly horrid reptilians, I have my own suspicions.
Dark ones, like gargoyles perched on one’s roof, can see down the ‘road’, far enough to supply near- future happenings, but they are NOT the elevated angelic souls, the ascended ones of LIGHT, that you’d hoped they’d be .
Inter- dimensional  demons and reptilians cruise in like sharks, to cause extreme  psychic distress, panic attacks, nightmares, and poltergeist manifestations, the beast of madness, itself.
Imagine the horror experienced by people suffering panic attacks only to be medicated by physicians who could not remotely have a clue.
The soul’s natural reaction to strong intrusion, psychically, is one of free-floating anxiety.
 I write often, about my psychic ‘rabbit-hole’,
having gone so far down that hole, that I fear I don’t have enough breadcrumbs, to find my way, back home.
 Alien abductions, notwithstanding, acquired psychic prowess is nonetheless  a spiritual gift, a muscle to be  exercised and flexed, until Heaven, ready to use us for some higher good, steps in to make sense of it all, for us.

Psychic hypersensitivity can best defend against such alien predators of consciousness, by visualizing an electric purple light aura around one in every direction; this hue is most effective, as

simple metaphysics, fighting fire with fire.

The more time spent visualizing this protective light, the more effective it becomes.

 

“Seeing” electric-violet ‘around one’ also successfully repels stronger types of demons who cannot endure such purple visualized high frequencies, for long.
With practice, this visualized technique wins out in any short-lived pitched battle against UFO beings diabolically brilliant, insistent and predatory.
Abductees know fully well, that Earth is under invasion, one person at a time, and that we are all alone, together…..

We must  keep to the narrow path of a higher moral higher ground to instruct them of their wrongdoings.

 

One must endeavor in goodness and moral ingenuity, to prevail against them, having first won God’s assistance and Heaven’s intervention.

After all, we are much closer to God, than they are.

 

 

Author’s Postscript:
Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I proscribe a required spiritual “shift” , one 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 alien/demonic spiritual problems, but instead an eternal spiritual 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.

God is imbued within us as a spark and within everything all around us, to be too easily discerned, and that spark has “rights”.

 

Avoid  church-based or organized religions  and put the Bible on the same shelf, as the Tooth Fairy for

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

 

(child imitating brain-washing pulpit body-language)

“IF I DIDN’T HAVE BAD LUCK, I WOULDN’T HAVE NO LUCK, AT ALL” :BAD LUCK ISN’T BAD KARMA

By Paul Schroeder

(Author’s note:  the title is  from a Rodney Dangerfield routine..)

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You have certainly heard it said, that in our lives’ destinies, “All IS WRITTEN”? 

According to  reputable and gifted psychics, our lives are carefully planned by our spirits, beforehand, that we assemble spirit helpers and spirit guides, in Heaven,  to accompany us, long  before we jump into another womb’s prenatal body,  for yet another lifetime.

Life,  they assure us, is a series of pre-programmed events staged with proscribed boons and travails, specifically designed to grow us spiritually closer towards God, a God who gives us myriad  incarnations, to hone and perfect us.

Earth is our ‘school’.

Even a ‘deja vu’, a moment haunting in its odd feeling, that we’ve ‘ been ‘there’, before’,   psychics say, is precisely such a specially pre-inserted moment, in our blueprint,  a small  odd- feeling- ‘bump’, in time, designed to remind us, unconsciously, that we are assessed perfectly aligned, with our  pre-planned spiritual lessons, in that moment.

How, then, is one to understand spates of bad luck, that stubbornly seem to follow one throughout?

For some of us, and that includes me, day after day, week after week, awful little and large things happen in  doses that nag at us, and seem to resist  greater meaning.

The title’s male comedian, once complained:

“I have the worst luck all of the time; I have no luck at all.

If it wasn’t for bad luck, I wouldn’t have no luck at all!”:
I miss buses and oversleep appointments lose my wallet and keys, stub my toes,  step in dog poo and bang my head underneath cabinets.

“Just yesterday, I woke up, got dressed, and a button fell off; I  reached for a closet door and the knob came off!

I grabbed my suitcase, and the handle came off;…

I was afraid,… to go to the bathroom!…”

 

If  it’s true, that “all is written”, how does one explain annoying and troubling
‘nothing is going right’ periods, that persist?

Many gifted psychics, privately affirm that since  ,’all IS written’, awful bad luck events happen, by no  accidents; aligned with spirit, bad luck, in a continuous line, is commonly backstage- orchestrated.


Large and small bad luck occurrences will happen everywhere, all at once, in one’s life, as a spiritual “sign”, an alert that one is sadly far from one’s prearranged spiritual path.

When one has strayed too far away from one’s Heavenly, towards God,  pre-planned ‘blueprint’, self delineated in intricate fashion,  bad luck will stubbornly continue to manifest.

Then, It’s no coincidence that you lost your wallet, spilled the coffee on the computer keyboard, stepped on the cat, had a bathroom pipe leak down onto the kitchen ceiling, got a flat tire and missed the train and that was only Tuesday!

“Nothing is going right!”, life malfunctions, reveal that something else LARGER at stake, down a long hallway, and somewhere else behind our ‘curtains’, is ALSO not right.


Bad luck in series, is the tyrannical effort of Heaven, specifically,
our spirit guides and spirit helpers, who are more than  just trying to get our attention.

I can actually, at this point hear the known cynics and pernicious doubters yet again exclaim,”Your thesis, to me, personally, is just nonsense!”

What about those people who have one good luck event, after another good luck event follow them?

When one is on one’s correct preplanned blueprint’s spiritual path, ‘everything just seems to go right’?

Yes.

If we are progressing correctly, according to “plan”, then all of the little confluences and connections in our life begin to seem to work, and series of fortuitous coincidences occur like perfect magic:

We catch the bus, right on time, we meet that person we were hoping to see, we gain hope and guidance automatically, from kind strangers,  we find that misplaced thing we searched for, garner the needed finances that we sought ;

wonderful coincidences gather like flies at our mustaches.

Only when one is much too far from one’s self-set goals, does all Hell seem to break loose, everywhere and all at once, repeatedly.



Chronic and persistent ‘bad luck’ isn’t the ‘disease’ itself, but is instead an emergent ‘symptom’, of a disease.

But, can it be all that simple?

After learning this, minor constant misfortunes that never seem to end, rather than blindly depress you, will enlighten and cheer you, because it confirms that our path, is indeed a pre-planned path, and that, “Yes, Virginia, there really IS a Santa Claus,”

on ‘stage’, and ‘behind our curtains’.

Consistent negative synchronicities, are messages and bad luck events, now alert us that we are NOT up on our spiritual ‘toes’.

Ask oneself:

Am I being helpful to others or self-consumed and impish?

Am I forgiving, or nurturing grudges?

Am I consoling someone who needs consoling or am I, not wanting to ‘engage’,  avoiding them?

Am I offering charity to someone in need, or cautiously sidestepping involvement?

Am I being supportive or judgmental?

Am I being loving or impatient?

The cessation of bad luck troubles, relies and depends on one’s spiritual shift- of -perspective, a recognition that will appeal to your spirit helpers and spirit guides.

Be calm.

Listen to something emotionally releasing, like taped wholesome standup comedy; laughing can reset brain chemical imbalances from angst and is a wholesome therapy, instrumental in stopping deepening fugue, about persistent bad luck events..

Large doses of laughter can jump start and stir the cheer of one’s lagging soul .


Essentially, one must recognize those backstage  spiritual influences; a prayer for guidance and enlightenment is now tantamount.

Pray, IN THANKS to your spirit helpers and angels, who do a mostly thankless job, most often, and then, ask them for spiritual assistance.

Prayer, to be put back on the ‘right path’  will suffice, and  then all at once, as though in answer, the confluent series of ‘ bad luck’ events will suddenly abate.

Then, be sure to react with love to the situations that next present themselves, to you.

“Why me?!” is always the wrong question.

“Why NOW?” is more apt.

Bad luck in a series of repeated events means that
we have missed the inner signposts of mercy and patience and forgiveness and are indeed far from our set spiritual goals at that moment in time.

Series of bad luck incidents in our lives are NO accidents .

“All is written” may sound facile and glib, but one’s spirit helpers can and will reach from behind the curtains of Heaven and appear almost tyrannical, as they attempt to fast turn one into another direction, like adjusting a human skillet frying pan by grabbing one roughly, by the handle…..

 

For we are not humans having spiritual experiences, but spirits, having human experiences.

Prayer, with feelings only of gratitude, strongly helps to bring a message for the cessation of travails, until one’s head is re-screwed on, properly, to extend love, in all endeavors, to others..

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm

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A DOORWAY FOR DEATH: PARANORMAL MIRRORS

Paranormal Mirrors, A MIRROR Doorways For Death..

by Paul Schroeder
“Mirrors are the doorways through which Death enters the world.
Stare long enough into a mirror, and you will see Death at work.” — Jean Cocteau.

I received a letter from a man with a haunted mirror, who was seeking a solution to the ghostly presence troubling his sleep with nightmares and his waking mind with disbelief and trepidation:

“My floors creak all over the house.

 

Sometimes at night, I hear creaking when no one is up. 
I sometimes see shadows as well but I thought those might be hallucinations from lack of sleep. 
I glanced up and noticed what looked like a face in a large bedroom mirror we have.
It looked like someone had drawn a detailed picture of a scruffy man on the mirror.

It had no colors; it was basically what it looks like when you smudge your finger on clean glass.

 

That man now comes and go’s. 

He seems to come out of and back into that mirror.

 

I have heard noises come from the mirror and quite often cold just emanates from its surface.

I have seen images in this mirror of the man.

When my family saw me take this out of the attic all I heard was, “Oh No” or “I thought you got rid of that thing, years ago!”

I guess the resident of the mirror decided to honor me with an appearance when I was snapping the pictures. ”

 

The  ghostly man in the photographs looked tortured and frightened, just like the man who had written me seeking help.
(from a communique) 

 He had, he had written me, brought that mirror into his house in September of 1998. 

His brother – an interior decorator – had found the mirror in the attic of a house that was being renovated.

He had given the mirror to Robert M., because he knew his brother liked antiques.

The owners of the renovated house knew nothing of the people who had lived there before them and could when contacted, shed no light  upon the mystery of the haunted mirror and the desperate and creepy face trapped and concealed behind its looking glass.

Through the looking glass, is sometimes capable of being another dimensional world.

From a reader (Nancy Smith):

“My daughter for many years hated mirrors, for her they were portals, no doubt about it. One day in junior high at her school, a young girl that had killed herself in that bathroom, which was later confirmed in a confidential conversation with me by a school teacher, spreading blood trails across the wall, appeared in the mirror.

This of course was a horrific experience for my girl, who NEVER went to the bathroom again at that school, those kind of memories tend to linger long after the experience.

She has had other ghostly encounters with mirrors, and doesn’t like them in her room. All I can do is offer an ear and a shoulder ..”

Mirrors have throughout ancient history long been suspected of having magical qualities, and

inter dimensional attributes. 

Mirrors visualized, in one’s mind, surrounding one, protectively, can have the same evil spirit deterrent effect as physically having mirrors that face doorways; it is believed that the troublesome entity entering, sees itself , to then be saddened, and to be repulsed, by its own sheer ugliness, its  demonic unholiness, enough to avoid entering, again, to yet do more mischief.

Surely you must have heard about many people who have seen a ghostly person in a mirror, a phantom person they couldn’t see when they turned around?

That’s is surely one of the scariest experiences that one can EVER have when it comes to mirrors and seeing ghosts’ presences in a house.

 

 

Mirrors remain a mystery as to how spirits can be seen through and by them, but not be detected visually, more directly.

Mirrors that are haunted, can be ofttimes portals into another close-by dimension and are therefore considered, by some, to be dangerous.

Mirrors can act as a doorway that allow the gangster fringe element of the spirit world access and egress to our lives, and all the while, we are unaware.Medusa HeadMany religions and cultures retain some remnant wisdom of mirrors as doorways, portals to the paranormal, in that these cultures, today, require that one quickly cover all mirrors in a house of the recently dead, especially one of a close friend or a beloved relative.

Many believe that one must cover mirrors with sheets, towels or covered white with rubbed soap, after someone has died in that dwelling and  if their image was once reflected in that mirror.

The recent dead’s, often likely confused spirit, now a wandering spirit and still present in those rooms, must be persuaded to go on to its rest, for it is held that

if the ghost sees its reflection in a mirror, it will instead persist to stick around, convinced to the contrary, that it is most certainly, still alive.

Folklore thousands of years old, led one to believe that the mirror can and will also capture  that dead person’s soul, thus preventing its entry into the light of heaven.

Some ancient oral traditions state that the Devil invented mirrors just for this specific purpose, to deter and mislead ghosts.

“Mirror … Mirror on the wall you make my skin creep and crawl. Who’s the ghost that resides within?… The spirts of the dead, the lost or my next of kin! ”

Since ancient times, mirrors were said to have odd magical powers, including the power to foretell the future and were once considered devices of the ‘gods’, which we stole, and then mistakenly tried to copy.

 

 

Bad luck, it was said, arrived by  breaking such a haunted mirror:

Breaking such a mirror, it was believed, would end its powers to retain trapped souls and would release the gangster fringe element of the spirit world, into our reality, to bring untold miseries and misfortunes upon the one, whose reflection it had last held.

A mirror could, it was said, also damn an already trapped spirit to a glassy Hell, that only the Devil himself, knew existed.

Mirrors are odd visual doorways in that one can see one’s reversed face in the mirror as well as the entire room also reversed behind one in the background.

That mirror is not mere glass, but is also an open doorway into that visible space.

 

Birds, thus deluded, will try to fly through a mirror, or through a shiny glass window reflecting the sky, similar to the way ghosts are deluded.

All IS ENERGY

Some cultures see mirrors as nighttime hazards to our spiritual energies.

Japanese Feng Shui holds that any mirror facing the bed releases destructive feng shui, and that

any large mirror facing the bed directly will deplete your astral energy, over time, when you oddly and especially need it the most, at nighttime, when your body is genetically programmed to do repair work.

Mirrors, they believe, allow entities entrance to your sleeping form and act directly, to drain you of energy.

You thus awaken more exhausted, than you were, before going to bed, for

your spiritual energy drained, goes on to cause bodily somatic diseases.

Japanese energy scholars, who tout the importance of unseen flowing energy through one’s house and one’s body, state that any mirror facing your bed is also said to bring the energy of an unwanted third party, a marriage-breaker- into your most intimate relationship.

In feng shui,

a mirror which faces the bed is most destructive if it reflects your body while you are in bed.

Remedy the situation with a mirror which is

reflecting your bed, and find a different spot for it.

One can also use mirrors to improve the feng shui in own’s home.

Mirrored closet doors can be disarmed with simple draperies/curtains that can be closed at night over the reflecting glass.

This system allows positive mirror energy in daytime to get all the light and freshness for the bedroom that mirrors can provide, and at nighttime, allows one to close the curtains that cover the mirrored closet doors that face the bed..

The entrance vestibule of one’s house is tantamount, in feng shui energy flow teachings.

It is the place where one lingers when one enters or leaves the house and thus

one gets energy from the chi, that is flowing through this space.

If the entrance hall has no doors or windows and is enclosed, then it can lead to stagnant chi.

A mirror, can solve this problem.

From Wikipedia:

“A formerly widespread tradition held that young women gazing into a mirror in a darkened room could catch a glimpse of their future husband’s face in the mirror—or a skull personifying Death if their fate was to die before they married.

Another form of the tale, involving the same actions of gazing into a mirror in a darkened room, is used as a supernatural dare in the tale of “Bloody Mary”.

Here, the motive is usually to test the adolescent gazers’ mettle against a malevolent witch or ghost, in a ritual designed to allow the scryers’ easy escape if the visions summoned prove too frightening.

While, as with any sort of folklore, the details may vary, this particular tale (Bloody Mary) encouraged young women to walk up a flight of stairs backwards, holding a candle and a hand mirror, in a darkened house.

 

As they gazed into the mirror, they were supposed to be able to catch a view of their future husband’s face.

There was, however, a chance that they would see the skull-face of the Grim Reaper instead; this meant, of course, that they were destined to die before they married.

Another form of Bloody Mary starts with a legend with a young woman named Mary, living in a small village in England.

 

She was the most beautiful woman in her village and she spent hours looking at herself in the mirror. Eventually, a young witch grew jealous of Mary and cast a curse on her.
The curse caused Mary to lose all of her beauty and it disfigured her horribly.
One day, Mary cast a spell on her looking glass, and walked through it. She vowed that she would disfigure anyone who tried to summon her back out.
This also involves gazing into a mirror in a darkened room and chanting “Bloody Mary” three times while spinning around”

EPILOGUE:

“ Mirrors are the doorways through which Death enters the world. Stare long enough into a mirror, and you will see Death at work.”

 

— Jean Cocteau.

“When people talk of Ghosts I don’t mention the Apparition by which I am haunted, the Phantom that shadows me about the streets, the image or specter, so familiar, so like myself, which lurks in the plate glass of shop-windows, or leaps out of mirrors.

 

-Logan Pearsall Smith​

The mathematician, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll), posed a child’s honest question about mirrors in one of his best-known books, “Through the Looking-Glass”, that gets at the heart of the reality of the trouble:

 

“Is mirror milk any good to drink?”