An Abductee Discusses Alien Experiences
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Posted: Monday, November 15, 2010
by Paul Schroeder
alien / demonic attachment
(author's note:all images are in public domain)
(Some names and some locations have been changed to protect the conversants)
I have been reading your articles. It is funny how I have seen your posts on lists for over 10 years now...seen you CC'd on posts sent to me and really paid close attention to what you were saying
I used to write articles under a pseudonym but am just trying to live my life as normally as possible...
Survival is the best revenge for the abductions or programming or whatever you wish to call it.
I live a long way from you...but won't go into my life history at this point but it pretty much follows the many others of us who are children of military and aerospace families.
I work for a city agency where I live as a therapist and in order to survive have to live this double life.
I was married at one time...have two children and three very small grandchildren... the two children are also abductees..and many times they will deny it...but when it happens again, I am the one they run to because they know I understand.
In my work...not sure if it is God orchestrated in some other way, but I have met some very interesting cases who do tell me events they would tell no other without knowing I understand more than they know.
I have met many interesting characters in this field...and am still learning more each day..
“ NASA, to me, stands for Never A Straight Answer, as I am quite sure that elements within NASA are working closely with aliens and know a great deal more than they'd ever officially let on about the alien agenda and our government.”
I just wanted to say "Hi".... ;-)
Thank you for your much closer attentions; I am also a child of a military family and I used to live within a stone's throw of Fort Hamilton Army Post in Bay Ridge, New York where I as a child saw tiny, and I mean tiny aliens(less than a foot tall) aliens outside of my window..
My UFO Digest posts are numerous as Dirk(chief editor) has given me carte blanche access with a direct post link. This is quite without any caveat and an honor for any contributor writer.
Robert Morningstar, assistant editor and I have been buddies through posts for a while.
I, too, believe that living well is one of the best revenges but I have nightly, every night abductions in fitting retribution for my efforts to inform as many as will listen as often as possible.
Why, do you think, did you "pay much attention" to my emails? Just curious.
I send you my link and my face and my friendship:Paul
Paul Schroeder - paranormal
I am not sure why...but I joined way too many lists and that may have been why with work and multiple activities and then my own research...
Then there are my young adult children and their activities...
I still have them all though as I save everything...so I can go back and read them. I am not sure what state Bay Ridge is in...
I grew up in Bew Mexico...way north near Sante Fe and north of at the border of Colorado. I later moved from Mound AFB in Denton, TX to south of California as both of my uncles went to work at NASA.
I had many misunderstood experiences...including a glowing child in my bedroom at age 6...and other strange things during my childhood such as waking up outside my house and having to ring the doorbell to get back in.
They became more frequent when we moved to Dallas.
I had my first triangular UFO sighting silently in 1966...and am not sure they even had stealth bombers back then...maybe prototypes though.
My ex brother-in-law used to tell me of seeing many foot tall "children" jumping from a gigantic whale from the sky...tying it down and he watched this as a child happen in a baseball diamond in Northern Florida near an air base there.
His father was a Major in the Air Force so they traveled all over Turkey and Germany...even stayed in the Turkish Embassy.
My Sister wrote books on future missions for NASA and had offices across the hall from Mission Control..and she would take me with her on Saturday mornings so she could work while I ran up and down the halls of Mission Control and would visit with the engineers.
I wonder now why they were so attentive to me. One brought me a kitten... and the others would buy me Coke's and take me into Mission Control so I could see it although it was all glassed in...
It was a strange and wonderful life I suppose...but today...can understand why my mother has dementia and my step father is dead... He had a love of UFO's and passed that to me...he was a pilot and a mechanic on jets in the Marines.
I think nothing is by accident... I read your accounts of waking up at 1:11 and 3:33 etc...I do the same...and while well meaning people say the 11:11 means angels are watching... It somehow doesn't feel that way. I have set my clocks ahead by 15 minutes so it doesn't happen so timely...but it still happens... The good news is that I am never late to anything... ;-)
Thank you for answering me... I would like to get to know you better...and will start with reading your past emails.
I am very close friends with famous and published alien abductees Horace Bartholomew ...and email friends with Tal Levenson...and many others...but Horace is my closest confident...
Jimmie Molmat is another... Todd Lorgen is a friend too...and many not mentioned here..They are all 'famous'.
I have come to trust people in degrees...as some are not very nice in the UFO community...but then you do meet on rare occasions, like you, some jewels...precious friends...
I am also an empath and intuitive...which helps me in my counseling...and I can see what many cannot both inside some people and around them...but have learned to not judge these people as sometimes they are also under attack.
I can attach a photo...the most recent fairly OK photo I have is when my son had his first baby.,...so it is him and I in the photo at the hospital after his baby Jude was born.. I had been awake over 26 hours that day when the phone was taken...so I was beat...
Have a nice evening and please never pass an opportunity to enjoy the small things...because they are what bring us joy...
It is a pleasure to have met you; as there are no accidents.
I do wonder why the critters have let us finally meet.
Ontological shock is the sound barrier;should mankind ever grasp the truth about our history, all faith in the Bible as the living word of God shall implode for the misinformation within, telling us wrongly that we were ordained, by God, for this resident planet.
That's the essential ontological shock; next, comes the shock that the "image we were created in" wasn't divine but alien!
This would make people's heads explode.
NASA, to me, stands for Never A Straight Answer, as I am quite sure that elements within NASA are working closely with aliens and know a great deal more than they'd ever officially let on about the alien agenda and our government.
I am also sure that your parent's official "involvement" with NASA had everything to do with your experiences with critters, later on...
What have been your experiences? Have you met the bastards I have or have you met"nicer" entities"
The taller greys have been 'gentlemen' compared to the hatred and loathing I have felt from Reptilians; the smaller greys and mantids are nightmarish,in comparison, specializing in psychic attacks and predatory almost demonic behaviors.
I have also seen humans in military garb who seemed as oddly distressed as I was......
Oh my...I have to say with my experiences, they have varied and when one type would become less frightful and I would learn how to either manipulate them or outsmart them...then they stopped being fear producing and would be replaced with others...
When I was a very small girl I met widows peak creatures..or really it was just one...who would play with me... He was such a sweetheart and would tell me about life as much as a 3 year old can understand...
Things changed when I got married and I started having grey experiences and one wide awake "reptilian" attack...in 1981 the day after Christmas..
. I was sodomized and bled for three days...so I had physical marks on me.. My husband slept through the whole thing like he was in a coma. I thought he would think I lost my mind so I didn't tell him about the attack...
He left to go on a trip for two weeks and it came back so I started to cry and prayed and turned all the lights on in the house and it went away.
Looking back with the knowledge I have today, it probably took pity on me.
Later I had Nordic type visitations that were not so bad but more informative.
.. The grey ones came back and I fought with them for about two years...but started seeing reptilians in military uniforms ...one dream in particular drew a lot of attention..
. I was in a desert at a campsite and saw reptilians in Nazi uniforms...pouring over a map...with red marks at certain points...they were planning an attack route.
This was in 1990 and I had never heard if reptilians...but the dreams persisted for weeks, months and years...and when they became aware I was aware of them...was when the more frightening dreams began.
I started seeing them in my house...and recognized them in retrospect in the eyes of people throughout my life...so I started paying a lot more attention to what I was seeing when awake.
I analyze way to much and had to find out what this meant...and finally had an understanding that some people were hosted by these entities...and others were attacked by them...and some were other entities that would dwell within that were not so dark..
I met some people who were pretty enraged at my conclusions that the reptilians could be negative at all...so I re questioned what I was seeing, watched their patterns, their positions, intentions, motives...and the fruits of their labors..
I found that just as people, there are some very dark reptilians...and yet their are some that are quite ancient beings who can heal, watchers...or messengers.... I finally understood...the entities change shape..and that will produce fear in most humans as people are frightened by the unfamiliar...
It isn't fair to judge them by looks but by actions and what comes from the actions...and more..to trust your own instincts and intuition....
I will occasionally have the grey experiences which are never good...and I have seen these spindly looking greys who have no emotions or empathy for humans...but they are pretty dumb and easily fooled.
I have also seen the gargoyle types who can be manipulative...communicate more..like the reptilians do...but the gargoyles do not have sex with humans where the reps will...
I have had two children...and three miscarriages while married...after my divorce...three miscarriages confirmed by doctors...except the last one...as I didn't go to the doctor.
The miscarriages were early...8 weeks-10 weeks...and the last one I actually saved it and froze it in a small bottle...and discovered one day it was missing.
This was around 2008. I had dreamed of a very real sexual experience with another researcher and never told him...and never will.
It was so real that I saw him awake in my bed...after the dream...
I passed it off as one of those weird dreams...but then missed my period...and after 6 weeks...bought a home test kit and discovered I was pregnant.
I wondered how to go about seeing a doctor as I had been celibate for almost a year before this happened.
I awoke one night to feeling groggy and a huge brown reptilian was sitting by my head staring into my eyes and when I looked down my bed was surrounded by greys and reptilians taking the baby.
I know this sounds like I am kooky...but I would not make any of this up. I have a PHD in behavioral science and two bachelor's degrees, one in psychology and one in English...have taught college...and now work for the Garden State as a counselor....and I did 17 years of work with mental health and mental retardation consumers.
Anyway,...you probably didn't want all this information but I am a chatterbox...but it did happen and there are so many dreams and sightings of the beings..
. I have finally been able to make some semblance of peace with the reptilians...and they do act as messengers and warn me of impending disasters.
I noticed my telepathic abilities are very enhanced...
If I meet a hosted individual I pretend not to see them...while at the same time actually intruding into their psyche...have abilities to ask them questions and they answer me...
I have been able to ask them things without saying a word...and they just start telling me things.
I have been told these things are gifts...but my sons tell me it is a curse.
They believe me though...
I woke up one morning not feeling quite right...walked into the kitchen to make my morning coffee and burst into tears.
My son who was in the National Guard had been called to duty and had to drive to East Oklahoma...so he was dressed in BDU's and ready to leave and he asked me if I had one of my dreams...
I told him no I just felt like a lot of people had been killed or were dying... A week earlier I had dreamed of seeing two Middle Eastern Women...one beautiful and one ugly..dark...and seeing entities swirling about her... anyway...
My son hugged me...tells me I was cursed and he leaves... I am crying still and get a call from a close abductee friend... He asks me if I am ok...and I say no...and he tells me to turn on the TV and sit down.
I did and the Columbia space shuttle was right over my head in AZ as the debris was falling right where my son was sent to help with cleanup.
It has been a wild life for me...with dreaming of the dead asking favors...to like this past week where I woke on Monday not feeling quite right...and had a close friend on my mind who is also researcher.
I call her...no answer...but go on to work...by Tuesday was feeling better...but still tried to call her and she was not home... I got in touch with her son and he tells me she had a stroke Monday about 3 am...and passed away yesterday...at PM.
I had not gotten this news until right before I read this email from you...
So many researchers get too close to the flame and are killed. I am so upset by this...and in this lady's case I kept worrying for her as an attempt on her life happened last year...killing her husband...no one found the guy. You are in real danger.
This week... I have not been shown what happened by I bet you that stroke was induced from the outside.
This is not an easy life...and sometimes to me..the work and desire to know the truth is NOT worth it. I am angry right now not just at her death but at God for not protecting her...but I am sure I will calm down in time.
I cannot tell you her name right now...but it will come out in the network of all of her followers and loved ones...
Maybe we are guinea pigs but is it for the entities or is it the military or pharmaceutical companies? Towards the end this woman and I would talk in code. She would say something innocent...and I would know it was what she didn't say that was what she meant. I am getting wound up about this....
She is the third researcher loved one I have lost...since 2004. All accidents like John Mack's or strokes or heart attacks... I don't really know what to say or do about this....but thank you for letting me vent...
Nice to make a new friend...one who knows how this lifestyle is.
Are you on Facebook?
I am under my email...and try to act stupidly innocent to whatever three letter agency may look over it.
That force behind the entities...is one I am just overwhelmed by.,..like the size and extent of the universe...it is beyond human comprehension and we cannot understand their motives....in our human brain anyway...Your writings have brought you into a realm of severe jeopardy.
Much love to you, Paul....
I think that I have been "hosted" for much of my life by soul tainting evil ones but have wrested back some personal control and authority just recently;it's been one Hell of an internal battle.
Although good people do good things and bad people do good things it is NOT a 'gray' universe.
I send you prime examples of BOTH good and bad entities ,herein that I have personally experienced.Gut feelings and intuition, neither logical, rule the universe.....first the ultimate evil entity experience, and then the pristine goodness experience:
Part of the alarming nature of the unknown is its mysterious link to the known; I awake each night to a lewd exhibition of the merging. I open my eyes and turn to see the digital alarm clock, sitting on the lamp table next to my bed and see; 12:12, and 1:11 am, 2:22 am and 3:33 am and 4:44 am.
This distresses me so badly, upon awakening, that I cannot think; just a wave of panic that SOMETHING is awaking me, as the calculated odds of awakening each night precisely at those specific times is astronomically impossible.
The message intended seems to throw me off balance and keep me wrapped in fearful confusion and lets me know that I am being toyed with but yields no greater insight than to let me know that when I sleep I wander amongst monsters and beasties.
Sometimes after abductions, the inter dimensional door, left open, invites the gangster fringe element of the spirit world; sometimes demons are thrown into the equation as spite work for attempts at thwarting abductions.
But the unseen sinister world is as real as the nose on your face.
The building, called Harold Hall, since renamed, stands six stories tall and houses some eighty families.
The basement area is the place that I've encountered, face to face, the entity that followed me home and stands gauntly by my bed at night and delivers mind blowing dreams, the signature symptom of telepathic attack.
I know nothing of the history of this building except that when I left I was sure that anyone who entered the basement would meet it.
However, it seemed to have moved with me.
I am straddling the fence of the twilight zone surrounded by harassing, omnipresent, sinister, psychic, tenacious entities whose presences fill me with wonder and indignation.
The imposed dreams are now more like out of body attacks and differ from my dreams in their vivid 3 D total sensory envelopment and the inherent viciousness in provoking angst realistic in every way when compared to consciousness.
The perspective is waking to find that I am asleep wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes, dreams aligned with negative thoughts and nightmarish scenarios which reveal that they are imposed, simply by virtue of their worst scenario plots and their vividness.
They, whomever these discorporate negative thought entities are, are masters of delusions.
I have recognized the raw power of the vividness as more than my murky dream scenarios could ever muster.
I am convinced that we are dead wrong about the nature of dreaming, itself.
At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you REM, are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like a goldfish who never suspects a greater world beyond the ponds surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality; groping, mouth agape in total ignorance.
Sadly, I've only met sharks, not the porpoises, in the ocean currents of unconsciousness, between 2 and 6 am and grounding is essential but I don't know how.
As we struggle into consciousness, each morning, a self-erasing mechanism destroys memories of dreams; only vague and vivid snippets remain as clues.
But how many people can recall dreams that were not dreams at all?
I have recall for hours and days, afterwards of these impositions, unlike the general amnesia accompanying most of my dreams, for all of my life.
I assure you that I have shockingly unlearned all Jungian and Freudian concepts of dreams.
It's only our own languages impotence in calling these dreams; the Eskimos have myriad words for snow.
We have only one word for dreams that often are not dreams which we ourselves generate.
My experiences in the extreme illustrate this indigestible possibility to me.
The attacks continue and vary in intensity to the point where I have tacitly accepted all that I've told you at the risk of denying everything about the mind and dreams I've ever learned .
Description of Haunting:
At night a large black shapeless mass turns out the lights while you are in the labyrinth of mazes, basement hallways en route to storage rooms, in the back.
It stands in your way laughing evilly; there is a terror and a strong wave of hatred felt.
Trying to retrace your way in the darkness back towards the elevator, hugging the walls, brings air blown onto the back of your neck, your name whispered in your ear and your clothing clutched and plucked at by unseen hands.
The presence is large and blacker than the darkness surrounding it; you feel a strong sense of being watched and you sense waves of intense hatred, which are undeniable.
Flashlights fail and dim and blink out when one tries to outsmart its turning the lights out.
I have been in awe of this animalistic entity who has attacked me through my denial to acceptance to raw fear of it.
It has intruded into my dreams, followed me into the elevator and into my bedroom, to evoke horrid worst scenario nightmares which betray that it knows our minds better that we do. .
The psychic attacks continue, nonetheless.
I am drowsing over the bathroom sink, half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms on both sides of the sink, tired, still half asleep and naked when something brushes my face and loins, both just below the sink and just above my face, above the sink.
I open my bleary eyes and see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, hanging from the ceiling across the sink; a filigree chandelier of razor sharp connected fishhooks that I've stumbled onto.
I am stark naked.
Pinching sharp connections at my groin and lip and face apprise me, quickly panicking now, that I've been deeply hooked in myriad places, into my genitals, pulling through my lip and into my cheek
To move backwards in shock or panic flight is to deeply gaff myself further, inextricably and beyond help.
I am attached painfully.
As I lift my right arm to gently work out the fishhook, razor thin,dozens of others fasten against and bite into my flesh, scaring me further into desperation and deepening my angst .
As I fully awaken, more quickly now, to a gathering sense of panic and helplessness, the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks unseen beneath the sink begin to bite deeper and more painfully into me.
I am a marionette impaled from face to scrotum, one who has wandered unknowing into this macrame of razorblade like fishhooks some madman must have concocted over my sink in my bathroom.
The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I am stuck fast and in a nightmarish predicament I cannot solve.
I am screaming, in panic but muted, for the hooks bite deeply when I open my mouth to holler for help from my wife, asleep in the other room.
Opening my mouth to try to yell I feel the deeper bite of hooks into the deeper muscles of my face.
I can only growl and moan loudly, aware that I won't likely be able to reach her ears with my low moaning.
Worse, I am becoming more entrapped with every movement.
I am impaled throughout on a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks.
I am trapped and in heart pounding horror, fully conscious now, my fear level climbs to near hysteria.
Suddenly, I awaken, in a startled reflex, in bed.
Moments later, restored to some extent, I am aware of the imposed horror for ethereal feasting but I am also dazzled at the raw power of the attack, the totality of sensory construction and the viciousness inherent in the scenario.
I am beset with demons, negative thought entities who are malevolent and who know our minds much better than we do in being able to project a telepathic sustained attack.
How can you fight something that you can't see?
This was the first of several creative virtual reality psychic attacks delivered on this night and represents a continued program of spiritual and out of body attacks at the hands of unseen entities who are clearly brilliantly malevolent and tenacious.
Paul...I can surely relate... I hope you don't mind me making some suggestions and then maybe injecting some examples of my own experiences.
I was a bit confused about the six story building housing 80+ families. Is this a real place or one from your dreams? You encountered a demonic like being in the basement that follows you home to torment you at night and if I got you right...it probably makes appearances during the day as well..through smells, touches, seeing it in your peripheral vision...
Mine would come though synchronistic events such as songs playing several times in several forms a day...insects and birds...moths, spiders...roaches...things I am frightened of.
I am going to ask you a couple of questions...do you have any health problems such as prostate issues? getting up to use the bathroom multiple times at night could mean many things from diabetes to ulcers...or prostate..I would get a check up if you can afford it...
Some of my highest activity and visions came before I discovered a tumor in my uterus...which lead to a hysterectomy. The visions stopped after the surgery as did the sleep walking and night terrors. My psychic dreams continued though..
You are right in saying you cannot use just Jungian or Freudian theory to decipher these dreams when they are visions... I use all and everything when decoding my dreams as part might be a symbol and the rest is NOT symbolic but a vision or a milab experience.
One thing that might help you is to get some tools to empower yourself.
I am not going to say prayer unless that makes you feel better as I have been told by many of these creatures and beings they are not Christian so it doesn't make them leave...
Instead...tune into your anger ...your deep seated anger at being controlled by your fear....they have no power if you allow yourself to feel the fear but focus on your anger .
Another thing is to learn to dissociate...as crazy as this sounds...find a place you can focus on or hypnotise yourself if you are trapped in a place of no escape...but do this as a last resort because the reason they do this is to split you with the dissociation, which trauma does...
The trauma makes it easier for them to control you or command you to do their wishes and have none or little memory of doing it.
You have to stand up to the fear...do not let it overwhelm you...fear is like a card trick...it is an illusion and it is within YOUR control!!...and if you see they are doing everything to bring up this fear...condition yourself through practice consciously to become LUCID in this experience and to turn that fear into anger...like enough is enough....
I am a woman...and a mother of four and when I see my children in harms way...it is my instincts that kick in to offer myself as a target before allowing them to be harmed...or if they harm them...my rage kicks in and if I am not successful in fighting them off at that time... I have ways to get back at them on my own terms...
OK...now I will give you a personal example...which is a bit complex.
I was so exhausted from my nightmares...dreams of deaths...murders that I experienced as both the killer and the victim...and trying to work and not getting quality sleep was taking it's toll on me. I went to another counselor for some guidance. It happened that he believed in abductions...and I cried out of gratefulness that he truly believed me...didn't think I was some nut.
5 days after my first visit...I fell asleep and was taken by military soldiers...to a basement area underground and beaten severely...then raped by these young boys that resembled my son also dressed in BDU's...and tortured with cattle prods and tasers in places you can only imagine...they had me tied to a chair and kept asking me questions about a Middle Eastern woman I had dreamed of and I had in waking life journaled this dream...of the woman who was a bio-chemist who did develop a bio toxin that these men told me was being flown to the USA during this torture session and would kill 3/4ths of our population if I would not give them her name... I still would not give them her name....and they slapped me repeatedly so the chair would fall onto the concrete flooring... after all of that was when the rapes happened...and the tasers...
I ended up leaving my body and watching it from above as I was tortured. I did try and fight them and psyche them out before or earlier in the experience...like I stared into the boys eyes and said "I am your mother...would you do this to your own mother?" and one boy became limp and he was then beaten by the soldiers for not being able to perform this torture on me. I noticed in the background three decorated high ranking officials...one who's face looked familiar....
I pretended not to see them as they sat in the shadows.
Anyway the next morning... I had to go to work (wouldn't you know)...my gown was on backwards inside out...the sheets were sweaty,,, I threw all of them away...gown included. I had bruises on my cheeks...a scrape and bruise... and solid thin 1/2 inch bruises round my ankles and wrists...where there was no way I could have done this to myself. It looked as if they had been bound with hard rubber and in the dream it was black hard rubber.
I had an appointment that day with the doctor.,..so I go and took off my shoes and hose and showed him these...after I told him the nightmare...he gasped and said he had never seen stigmatic marks before but had studied them.... Anyway he helped me though this...
I did my own little meditation....in my own little mental safe space or cave I use to do a technique where I can call in people and ask them things they normally would not tell me... It was taught to me by a good friend who was taken from me through a heart attack in 2005...she was 46 when she died. She was a milab...from Phoenix, AZ.
I called in the men responsible for the torture....and to my surprise it was a man I may tell you later who is part of an evil group of high ranking military scientists, engineers and behaviorists...
He was quite smug...and I am very aware they have used me in remote viewing experiences probably since childhood....and NASA.
I told him I was aware many of my Middle Eastern dreams were OP type dreams...to gather information...but if he expects anything from me...he better not EVER..I mean EVER torure me or bully me into compliance through fear ever again...or not only will I expose his ass I will work for the other side...and tell them secrets about him.
He tries to slap me...like I am some wimpy woman who is easily intimidated by the bullying of a man...but I told him that his techniques had an opposite effect on me as he had made me mean and resistant to torture...whether he sends his people to appear as reptilians...greys...doctors or whatever...not to use this intimidation but to just come forward and ask me...
I laid down MY terms with him...and he explains to me why they use torture on so many people for this project they do...he says it isn't enough to just use trauma based mind control where they "splinter" a person to be a sort of MK Ultra killer or operator but they found it easier for the person and to get what they want through splintering the split off parts of the personality...as they can bury the experiences easier...and program one to believe it is aliens where no one will think they are sane...
I told him I didn't care what their reasons were but to never use them on me or my loved ones again...or they might just have to kill me...and if they have put this much trouble into creating me..what a waste of time when being more light handed would work better...
Anyway...hope I have not frightened you with this...but you are an intelligent man and I feel just my intuition...that you may understand what I am speaking of.
Anyway...some things that will help...is visualize yourself feeling the fear...then acting unpredictable to the one who wants to frighten you...laugh... When you see the hooks...change them into crystal stars...hanging from beaded threads...play with them with your hands as if they were beautiful toys...it is all illusion...I swear it is...and whoever has the strongest will wins this game...
Think hard about what actually frightens you so much...write it down...and then make a list of things you can do to trick the monsters...be creative with it and if it is rehearsed it become more natural and if you can become lucid...you will be in control.
Another favorite of mine is to turn and face your perpetrator and ask them what they want...and see what they say.. I have asked mine to reveal themselves to me in their natural form... That can be a mind blower but sometimes helps.
Try not to focus on the visuals that frighten you... A dream is a perception of reality but is also an illusion...and you fill it in with your own scene props...or they can fill it with theirs...
Say it is a stage...so if it is filled with fearful props..try changing it to a less frightening stage...one you are in control of.
This new approach may cause them to retreat and they may come back in a different form...one more frightening or frightening in a different way...
Anyway... I hope I haven't bored you...maybe we should chat sometimes...
Dear Phyllis, I had lived in that apartment dwelling and it's a real physical place.
My prostate is fine but I drink a LOT of water before sleep so as to awaken during sleep to urinate often just as a method of tearing myself away from the vivid constructs of imposed "dreams" as I find it virtually impossible to go "lucid' despite years of self programming.
I might have supposed that our own military is involved up to their necks with Dracos and other reptoid-greys to use people for their own nefarious purposes but I thought that one must be highly psychic or otherwise gifted in OBE's or astral travel to be so used..
I am only rarely episodically highly psychic.
I am able to focus anger against them but I awaken each morning drained from ethereal "milking", feeling the "burn" of attachments, like unseen arms hugging me and I suffer from horrid nightmare scenarios; large crab-like cockroaches, real demonic bull crap.
I have seen juvenile reptilians materialize briefly when I try with energy, astrally, to sweep their burning connection touches from my body ; they are five foot tall half man half monitor lizard entities with a birdlike intelligence and curiosity in their eyes.
I have presumed that almost all the vivid "dreams" imposed upon me are screen memories as I am aboard craft.
I DO have the odd ability to remain lucid during some parts of abductions and have been a 'management' problem for their efforts as I can resist in small ways and do recall enough to write down and post it everywhere on the web.
Shortly after an experience where I awakened, in bed, surrounded by small entities who were operating a small whirring drill into my lower neck, I had to have emergency surgery for real as three neck discs completely compressed my spinal cord close to my brain causing the worst possible pain one could ever imagine and threatening to totally paralyze me.
All discs from c-3 to c-7 were replaced with titanium and marrow grafts using cadaver sterilized bone material.The pain has been unimaginable and sleep almost impossible; I cannot submit my head to a pillow.
Since that life threatening experience, years later two discs just below the hardware in my neck herniated and sleep is replete with pain shooting down both arms.
The the worst jaw pain and headaches imaginable are my constant companions; it is all that I can do with pills galore to sleep even a few hours as I cannot submit my head to a pillow to recline.
I have also been diagnosed with degenerative spinal disease throughout and have many discs also herniated in my thorax and lumbar that make sitting or walking an experience in horrid pain which shoots down both legs as well.
I am often reduced to wheelchair existence
I am fully convinced that all this has been in clear retribution for my writing about them; although I have been severely warned by them NOT to continue to publicize truths about aliens I publish articles regularly in spite.
I am plenty angry.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be. ~~Anne Frank
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
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If you or others have had bizarre experiences of high strangeness with bedroom nighttime intruding alien entities, do write me and we shall discuss and compare experiences.
Contact me through SW and I shall send you my email.......
I tried reading this in a dark room, as you warned against- I'm contrary that way; You were right- I couldn't see a damned thing.....so I turned on the light
Ta Daaaa........I can see clearly now..........This is a revealing and interesting article.....to say the least-I was powerfully attacked after posting this, a clear sign of omnipresent monitoring and one of retribution.
I am still recovering and still repulsing their onslaught.
Thank you for your sense of humor; it's easier to read in the dark, if one went to night school.
I do sleep with lights on, but to no avail.........
Maybe if you turned on your metaphysical lights, you could at least see what's coming at you, before you feel the attack- maybe then you can dodge it.........or slap it aside........I am a deer frozen in my own headlights.......Then turn your car around- facing outward-focus your headlights on something else........Focusing elsewhere, notwithstanding, I always get slammed(telepathic attack) after posting another article about 'critters'.........
It's almost enough that I always promise myself to totally divest myself of such interests and then find that I have something else to share with others about the subject.......
Heavy! Lots of thought and feeling went into writing you article. Believe it - I would not want to meet up with those you describe, ever! I'm not afflicted by aliens of any kind and often I don't even think I dream. That' mostly if I'm overtired and not getting to bed at a reasonable hour.If I suffered with this stuff, as you do, I'd surely sleep with my lights on yet sleeping with lights is not good for you and the brain, nor is it as restful as sleep should be. You deserve some peace and quiet when you head for bed. I wish you could somehow find it. Try what you can to get control back and in order for you to realize a good night's sleep. I truly wish this for you. However, it does seem that you need to talk this out and share it and find ways to clear your mind of it. I recommend you view ET and the other movie where humankind makes contact with aliens. I know, I know - you are saying to me their figments of a film producer. Perhaps, but you need to focus on happy and peaceful and nonthreatening. Darn if I could think of the movie right now.Hope it gets easier or at least more benign. Thanks for sharing. Keep on getting it out and thereby off your chest.I am quite sure that most people are convinced that they aren't troubled as I am yet they are taken at night and returned without having a single clue.
Initially, one cannot discriminate between mere foggy dreams and stealthy abductions.
Knowing and resistance surely make things worse as they are less careful with stealth and disguise and are angered and more determined when one just says,"NO MORE!"
Many people just like you are regularly taken and haven't the remotest clue and that's just how they want it.Don't laugh Paul but why waste time on an Old Gray Mare when there are so many cute young fillies instead - seriously though, I've listed to that radio program I mentioned to you much earlier when I first became your fan. There are serious believers in just what you describe with much backup information. It's just that I've been unbothered. I rather like my spirits to be guardian angels. I've had so many close calls that I can't help but believe in them. I'm like the original "Doubting Thomas" - I'm always interested in proof because even though my outlook is pure optimist and my every-day curiosity includes learning all I can about everything I can, I've never been bothered by aliens or negative spirits (and for that I am grateful actually). One can never learn or know enough since knowledge truly is power. I'm always listening Paul.Angels are with us all but often stand back to allow these harsh lessons for our 'evolution'; rather than be a resistor against alien abductions, to use horse jargon, I wouldn't at all mind "being put out to pasture for stud service" as a life goal, instead.
Thank you for listening in to my radio broadcasts; they go out on the internet as well as out on Armed Forces Radio Network and can be heard by an enormous around the world listening audience.
I am on Rob Mc Connell's and Uri Geller's show most often, where call-in listeners are for the most part accepting and, equally, have their own horror tales, at the hands of 'critters',
to share .
Doing radio is very much like talking to one's belt buckle in a closet; one doesn't know who's out there listening, until the phone banks all light up.
I have not run into crass debunkers at all except, here, on SW where my verbal virtuosity has had little or no impact with such people; they do not seek truth but have their own agenda.
Thank you for being in my corner,
E.T was worse than a sham; it was disinformation.
We are NOT being visited by cute, engaging, sweet hearted, curious litle critters but by Nazi types who are cruel, manipulative, ruthless and unprincipaled.
I read once that my favorite author, Shirley Jackson, who wrote,"The Haunting(of Hill House)", never slept in a darkened room and now, personally, I clearly understand why..........Paul, ET was entertainment and a figment of the imagination. Anything different would be upsetting to the age this movie was geared toward. Then there are the other kind of alien movies - meant to scare. Then there are the countless coverups. One in particular: Area 51.
I enjoyed your "horse jargon" - those of us in the horse industry choose our horse dams and sires with great care and study. The stallion who is favored counts his owner's money all the way to the bank and, even better, he smiles a lot or should I say whinnies a lot.
You're OK Paul. Not many of us are prominently in broadcasting so congratulations on that.
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Is there anyway to contact you privately? I would like to share email@example.com is my email;
use the term "Spiritual Assistance", in the 'header', so that my computer will not delete seeming spam.
Just how can I assist?awaiting word.