"Alien Hunter", by Derrel Sims
review by Paul Schroeder
When I was younger, I was distressed and frantic about my sightings of overhead UFOs; confused and alarmed by accompanying, concurrent paranormal experiences, I by fortuitous chance, stumbled upon Derrel Sims.
He was patient, wise and reassuring to me, over the telephone.
Well known, as an "Alien Hunter", Derrel seemed omnipresent throughout the World Wide Web of the Internet ; he was very busily engaged in helping alien abductees.
Nonetheless, I held on for an hour, sure that he was too tired to return my many calls.
I had seen a virtual flotilla of round craft assemble overhead and had suffered repeated nightmare like "dreams", vivid recollections of aliens and of abductions. I had sat, eyeball to eyeball with a telepathic being, a Gumby creature with long arms and legs who flashed a tidal wave of LOVE, at me, at one point.
All of him was visible except his eyes, which were clouded and obscured by his willpower, for me not to see his eyes.
I still wonder why his eyes were purposefully blocked, blurred for me to observe or regard.
I am still ambivalent about how to accept, or whether to embrace that vividly recalled wave of telepathic LOVE.
Modern abductees report that during their abductions on board craft, they often see a frightening alien race.
These beings radiates rage and hatred, and appear to be overlords of the many alien races who frequent the crossroads of Earth for salvage, and to abduct humans and these beings command and pilot UFOs.
Small greys, who act in unison like robots, are work beings, designed and created and labeled,'synthetic'.
There are similar descriptions of these overlords:
Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven or eight feet tall, scaled reptilian beings, with webbing between their claws, who have yellow/red cat-like eyes, upright saurian 'monitor lizards', Mothmen, alien reptilians who looked upon us, as we fancied veal.
(That may completely explain the alien- 'God-ordered' Kosher dietary laws; strictly control what human animals eat,( as we do with beef and snails fed strictly on corn) and you make them more edible. )
At Bud Hopkins' house, during Saturday evening meetings, I learned that abductees had also somehow gleaned what reptoids regular diets consisted of..
It was a chilling story I was to hear repeatedly, echoed elsewhere, like Rod Serling's Twilight Zone episode,"To Serve Man", where our importance as a race in the Universe is that of a mere condiment.
It re framed correctly, the true modus operandi behind this particular alien type and its ancient and continuing interaction/visitations with mankind.
We were NOT the top of the food chain!
Unhappy evidence suggested that most people who entered an alien spaceship did not remember it or even know what had happened to them, except in recalled 'dreams', or under medical hypnosis .
Few people can even remember or carefully examine their dreams, dreams lost as they struggle into consciousness each morning.
I had called him, in near hysterics; I had seen, eyeball-to-eyeball, alien entities.
I told him that I had recalled being on-board an alien craft, with a larger group of 'sleeping' people, and had recalled seeing our Moon and Earth visible a midst stars, from the craft's window; later, unseen poltergeist activity, a paranormal chaos, had erupted in my house.
I had experienced being vibrated out of my body, in my bed; while my whole body had electrically tingled, I had seen two bodies, one slowly rising out of my body, while another remained on my bed, face up.
I also recalled that while I had been on-board an alien craft, I had been subjected to a series of worst scenario, vivid nightmarish like 'scenes', as though one were the main character, in a staged film-set.
These scenarios were imposed, and enveloping as 3-D holographs; each one edged towards a test or type of "exam".
Within each dream-state scenario, one was tested, measured and assessed, and recorded, for emotional and cognitive psychological reactions to the situation before one.
The back of the brain seemed detached from the front, where one's shoe hung before one, and one could strain but not quite discern just what precisely it was.
I thought that I had begun to lose my mind to fear, in the full realization of all these bizarre recalled experiences and told him so.
During many of these conversations, he tried to assuage my extreme trepidations and to replace them with a mindset of courage and small acts of resistance.
He had unblocked my fears, directly describing the abducting alien entities that I had seen: "tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby character, highly telepathic and sinister in controlling aspect."
I also recalled the presences of smaller, very dark greys, sinister and mind controlling; they had amazing telepathic powers.
They were diminutive and mean spirited and could both read my mind and control my mind.
Resisting their mind control, a paralyzing tsunami of extreme fear, was like running down an up escalator, like swimming against the current of rapids.
It WAS possible.
Once, on-board a craft, I had managed to wander into a 'wrong' room and had been slammed sideways by a sudden Niagara of "terror".
Agog, I looked all about for the source of this sudden, overwhelming flood of terror and I realized that the avalanche of terror emanated from a very small mean faced scowling dark creature who was off in a far corner.
Derrel had assured me that I was not alone; though these beings characteristically micro managed many people's lives, throughout, I could, he said, now put a stop to it all.
When I asked him about what motives, purposes these entities had, in such encounters, he gave me the metaphor of 'farmers milking cows' as an overview.
To him, this metaphor distilled the precise relationship between alien entities and all of the human beings who they abducted.
He went on to tell me, in subsequent conversations, that he had learned that the traces of post-abduction are as subtle as fast growing hair and fingernails, as dramatic as a detectable luminous phosphorescence," alien touches", revealed under black light, on alien abductee's skin.
He had noticed, he told me, that alien abductees had higher serotonin levels than other people; these people were resistant to pain killers, like Novocain, and could even awaken during surgery.
This higher level of serotonin, he said, may make it easier for aliens to 'contact' these people.
He was fearless, seeking creative resistances to abductions and pointedly asked me, "Why not turn the tables on these aliens and abduct one of them?!"
He assured me that aliens often made lots of mistakes and were clearly sloppy in many of the abductions; people were alerted to and recalled these episodes rather than forgot them.
He had even played a game of "Manchurian Candidate" with abducting alien entities, using his tools of hypnotherapy to plant 'spies' within their midst and their crafts, using abductees as his ears and eyes.
He told me about the experience he had, when he had tried a unique experiment .
He had taken a row of pre-selected abductees, had put them all in a light trance and in a light state of altered consciousness, had put in a post hypnotic suggestion, buried in amnesia, with a target trigger.
They would all pass the initial alien mind scan; they could not reveal what they themselves did not know.
All were programmed to release an accusatory finger pointing indictment at the aliens and break the short psychic leash.
When they were within twenty inches of their captors, always just out of sight, the statement would be released and triggered. They would come out of their mind controlled fugue and they would ask,
"why are you doing these terrible things to innocent people!?"
Within five days the results were in.
In the delivery of that sentence, the trance had been broken and each abductee could clearly see that they had faced a small, dark, large-eyed creature.
One member had said that for the first time in over thirty years of her abductions, the alien had become enraged and livid, violently angry, something she had never seen before.
The response from all had been identical, instantly chilling in its vindictiveness:
"Tell Derrel, we're going to come for him and his son." .......
I had shivered in fear, long ago, when Derrel related this to me; I held him in my esteem as one of the bravest people I had ever stumbled across in my long journey to understand and integrate my experiences with these same entities.
If I recall properly, and I have an uncanny photographic memory, Derrel discussed his craft of revealing truths from abductees who have undergone regressive hypnosis; no hypnotic disassociated techniques were used, he said.
That hypnotic tool had been stubbornly discredited as a method of re-experiencing because that is the precise way phobias are usually erased, remotely, freeing both the therapist and the patient to amend and change what is seen on the remote projection screen: freeze it, slow it down, and slowly extinguish the phobia.
Since that "screen viewing" is, in itself altered, it was felt by other specialists that this recall technique was flawed, as far as abduction recall was concerned.
If you're still a cynic, you're not a singularity of cynicism; there are also many others. One abductee stated:
'A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality'; to live unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the universe is quite an amazing thing, in itself.
To quote this author-abductee:
'The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form.'
Knowing that the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind.'
Aliens and their craft exist.
My expanded consciousness and mental abilities are merely the outcome of my contacts with them.
'Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality.'
We foolishly believed that we were ordained to this Earth, by God, and now know that we are someone else's experiment.
The sad legacy of mankind's origins is a trade off for alien technology, like wampum offered for our souls.
Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the ability to recreate and reverse engineer:
lasers,
fiber optics,
nuclear power, cold fusion anti gravity,
microwaves,
ultrasound weapons,
stealth technology,
nanotechnology,
microchips,
mind-control,
specialized surgical tools,
cloning-genetic engineering-
Most recently we scramble to deduce 'smart skins' of craft which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments.
An alien craft is brown against a mountain, blue, against the sky.
All of these magical technologies were successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.
We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, even though he is the complete opposite of the charming, handsome gracious, elevated spirit in film and in book.
He, in reptilian form and in grey form instead sees us in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens.
I highly recommend buying and reading this newest book by Derrel Sims; it is an expose, an amazing read, a compendium of facts gleaned about these intruders since he and I last spoke many years ago.
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
Paul Schroeder's bio:
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night.
Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul.
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.
Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven.
These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
