Sexual Encounters of The Fourth Kind: Alien-Human Sex Studies

 Eve Lorgen's classic book, "Alien Love Bite", offers a deeper analysis and understanding of alien mind control, of human sexual behaviors. 

After abductions, aliens through implants and mind control, "turn up the volume" of the sexual energies of alien abductees, in a purported attempt to "study" human response/coping behaviors.

Under the seeming guise of 'research', these entities actively and puriently  participate.

Part of the understanding of the interaction between aliens and humans is not merely deducing alien tactics and underlying alien motives, but is of a sexual nature.

The whole astounding answer, in part, begins with the realization that we are by nature, beyond our awareness and general understanding, inter dimensional beings.

We contain and exude both a physical energy and a spiritual energy.

As  our psychic "energy" extends into other dimensions, these energies can be hijacked and exploited  by such dark force entities.

Reptilian/grey aliens, the pilots of UFOs, are at the top of this food chain, which includes demons, and other dark astral wildlife which frequent dark dimensions.

Aliens utilize us in the same way that remora and lamprey utilize denizens of the deep, for parasitic reasons.

These aliens have access to other-worldly dimensional wildlife.

Grey-reptoid aliens will throw demons into the abduction equation, to muddle the picture and just for spite, for abductees who actively resist or who come close to guessing this or other alien/human interaction relationship truths.

Demon possessed aliens?

 Aliens, like demons, enter into our physical world, from ethereal dimensions , that ghosts inhabit, to prey human beings, who they relish controlling and even  possessing.

To them, we are seen as ,"containers" to inhabit.

With a single- mindedness, controlling reptilians prevail with impunity.

They are predatory, sinister and self justifying, the three criteria of evil.

We seem mere mice for them to toy with as they create problems in our lives  and then solve them to  feast on our ethereal energies.

 Post abduction aberrant sexual behavior of alien abductees is choreographed and micro managed.

 Worse, aliens participate in these field experiments with humans..

At the very least, their unscientific, controlling behaviors are revealingly perverse, in such direct sexual participation, under the seeming guise of 'testing'.

In very many case studies of alien abductees, a key element of what is 'post alien abduction", also involves a 'sexual' phenomenon..

WHAT IF THIS IS ALL FICTION?

However, it may be exactly what it appears to be: actual sexual manipulation by an alien race.

Information voiced through the clients forms a consistent body of knowledge about the alien beings and their motivations for coming to our planet.

Dr William Baldwin echoes what I've separately stumbled upon.

The alien agenda behind the sequence of close encounters, leading to abductions, and then to possession, is similar to their planetary exploits; after exploration, comes conquest.

What follows is phrased from his astounding preface:

[From a case study]

Mona and the ET Controllers

"Mona expressed dismay at her unusually high sexual appetite and her promiscuity. This condition had existed in her life since late adolescence. She had difficulty maintaining monogamous relationships and this caused her deep sadness and confusion. In session, she discovered an ET group experimenting with sexuality. The ET researchers would intensify her sexual desire, like turning up the volume on a TV set, then observe her behavior and her reactions to her own behavior.

We discovered a large network of DFEs [Dark Force Entities] of various levels controlling the ETs in this activity. This particular experimentation involved a broad segment of the human population, and Mona was just one of many people affected. The ET technicians divulged this information, and further revealed a sordid picture of the intrusion.

Some of the DFE-influenced ETs had become personally involved in human sexuality, purposely stimulating licentious and depraved sexual activities. Not only were they distorted in their scientific observation, they were participating in the experiments.

Mona was sickened by the discovery of this information. She had known something was very wrong in her life and suspected entity influence, but had not dreamed of this kind of extensive involvement, particularly the ETs. She was deeply relieved to finally get relief from this terribly intrusive and very personal violation.

Human beings are so terribly caught up in sexual issues from childhood through adolescence and into adulthood, even old age as senility sets in. The entire issue is compounded by the social issues regarding sex, marriage, monogamy, adultery, promiscuity, the religious taboos and imposed guilt, the very real problems of unwanted pregnancy and abortion, disease, human possessiveness and jealousy, and other issues. It is a fertile field for dark force entity influence.

These experiments on emotions and sexuality are ostensibly designed to study human feelings and behavior. The technician simply turns up the volume on some aspect of emotion or behavior and records what happens with the human subject. This behavior or emotional outburst causes anguish in the human. This is the desired result. The anguish is the underlying goal of the project.

The energy emanation of the anguish of human suffering is harvested by the DFEs.

It is used as energy, sustenance, food. In most cases we have found, and other therapists report the same situation, it seems the experiment is a cover for the activity of the DFEs.

This is the true purpose of the "research" conducted by the aliens.

In most cases of ET attachment where such a group is operating, the ship captain or the base commander may be evasive, deceitful, even defiant, and refuse to remove the intrusive devices and alien beings. They will usually divulge the information that there is a high dark being who controls their people.

A client will sometimes describe a sinister and menacing dark figure on the craft, clearly exerting powerful control, and always situated near the ship's captain.

The ET technician is usually unaware of the dark influence. The commander of the space craft is conscious of the dark presence in about half of such cases. The ruling council members on the home world are aware of the dark lords in charge at various levels. They acknowledge that they, or their predecessors in the council, struck an alliance with the dark forces long ago for the purpose of gaining personal and political power.

However, once that dark contact was established, the DFEs took power over the council. The DFEs assumed "ownership" of the alien civilization, and there was nothing that could be done about it.

The council members, usually from three to eleven in number (though once it was reported as a senate of about 1800 members), are grateful for the assistance in separating themselves and their citizens from the DFEs. With the assistance of many light beings, we facilitate the total removal of the dark force entities, from the lowliest DFE attached to the ET technicians, through the dark lords on the craft, to the high-level dark beings wielding power over the council members and the overseers or enforcers who lurk behind the scenes.

After the release of the DFEs from their civilization, the council gladly orders the removal of the implants, monitors, communication devices, various and assorted headbands and skullcaps, and the ET technicians. They order the return of all the craft orbiting this world and any other, and the space stations involved in this hideous project. A tremendous piece of work is completed in a very short time. The effect on consciousness cannot be measured.

Clients have discovered not only these attached ET technicians and their equipment, but also unattended probes and other devices in various parts of the anatomy and in the chakras, or energy centers of the body, both on themselves and other family members.

These probes are non-physical in nature, yet connected in a way which allows for the transmission of information to the ET scientist's location. The probe, or connector, may also allow the ET to remotely control some aspect of the physiology or mental/emotional functioning of the person.

In an altered state, a client can visualize the probe, often a black cord, leading to the ET laboratory. We direct the question to the alien researcher. This communication passes directly to the ETs along the attached connector, and the surprised ET will answer through the voice mechanism of the client.

This can be surprising and distressing to the client, but with our assurance that the control is only temporary, and that many people have overcome this intrusion, most clients continue with the dialogue."

 UFO/alien horrid truths emerge from many such case histories that outline a single mindedness of controlling reptilian aliens, who prevail with impunity, in the sexual lives of alien abductees and 
  

they literally feast on our ethereal energies.

Sexual behavior of alien abductees is choreographed and micromanaged; worse, aliens participate in these field experiments with humans.

 The light of this article, of alien/human interaction is shone into darkest corners and  can be echoed and documented in more detail, in Eve Lorgen's book, "Alien Love Bite", a required read for any researcher in this field.

I write  about this phenomenon, as an abductee,  to illuminate dark corners for others.

What possible "good" can come from alliances with them, by  Intelligence and governments?

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,

cold fusion- anti gravity,

microwaves,

stealth technology,

nanotechnology,

microchips,

specialized surgical tools,

cloning-genetic engineering-

and most recently,'smart skins' of craft, which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments,

 magical technologies studied, reverse engineered and imitated.

We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, ("The Day the Stood Still") 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.

Given these entities natures, as revealed in Baldwin's groundbreaking research, any governments who collaborate with such ETs are clearly busy setting up deckchairs, on the Titanic.

After observing an amazing flotilla of assembling UFOs overhead, it appeared, beyond logic, that alien entities climbed down the ladder of my awe to cause paranormal experiences.

Inter dimensional 'bleed-throughs" happened regularly.

My energies, which I cannot yet  'ground', are light-beacons for negative-thought-entities of many ilks, tipping my scales more towards, "Who needs this paranormal inglorious chafing?"  than ,"Wow, I  sense the unseen!".

After craft sightings, Knocks on walls, pings on overhead lamps, heavy planted pots moving, sounds of animals running across the floor; I have shut all the lights to wander my rooms, in pitch blackness, with awe, to reach out mentally to these offenders.

Creepy, astonishing and most revealing weeks of this, before silence descends; I have unlearned fear and horror.

I now perceive E.T. and spirit hypersensitivity, as a form of a spiritual inter-dimensional allergy reaction.

Hypersensitivity, to spirits or aliens is like having an allergy to those beings, painfully aware, troubled, and inflamed, while others, are dully unaware.

I  felt electric vibrations in bed  and saw my body float out of my body, in astral abductions of my spiritual essence, which retained all of my predilections and discriminations, leaving my chop-meat-DNA- contrived- body, bereft of spirit, behind, in bed.

At first glance, I believed that I had died!

Out of body, I had conveyor belt travels sublime and terrifying, experiences directly tied to my previously monitored thoughts.

This is one recollection that illustrates how alien-proprietary- monitored-consciousness, is suffered by abductees:

I awakened slowly, and found myself underwater, in an experience more real in sensory totality, than just a vivid dream, yet  another alien  fingerprint silhouette, an imposed nighttime OBE, Out-of-Body-Experience.

Alien entities who after physical abductions, specialize in astral abductions, are  predatory of our spiritual essences, essences that we as a race of beings, are barely aware of.  

One's car is stopped on a lonely road and one ascends into an overhead waiting craft as one watches one's body in the car below recede from view.

But abductees rarely assess such contradictions, in their daily functioning concepts, of 'self'.

The spirit-entity 'self' that aliens abduct,  teased away from our body to prey upon, retains personality and memory, and any injury to that energy causes mirror somatic injuries, later when body and spirit are reunited by alien contrivance.

As self-defense,  by asserting and flexing one's spiritual prowess, one can use the same spiritual energy against them, that they seek to tamper with.

'Fighting fire-with-fire',  mastering some metaphysics, can work to temporarily deter abductions, in the same way it can repel demons and negative-thought-entities of all ilks.

I have long corroborated with mystics,( Robert Bruce, "Astral Dynamics") who agree with my personal observation  that white light surely feeds a meal of an energy lunch to dark force entities, and that's why they become quiescent, and that even prayer,  as well as using white light,  can make one an energy luncheon.

The more  powerful a white light egg 'barrier', the more it attracts stronger negative-thought-entities,  attracted to crave  surmounting and overcoming such 'presented' challenges.

A barrier of  visualized electric purple light, instead, has a frequency very disruptive to dark force entities/energies, but is a difficult color vibrational visualization to mentally sustain.

 Electric blue, much easier to visualize, also has  protective qualities of electric violet visualized around one.

Although most people are taught to use "white light", they are unaware of the inherent dangers and of these field tested psychic 'tools', which I herein, respectfully submit.

However, when I am asleep, I wander amongst beasties and monsters, and to date suffer poignant and vivid out-of-body-experiences, my defenses seemingly down.

Perhaps, aliens, ever thirsty for our endocrines, were mistaken as vampires in the 3rd and 4th centuries, because raw garlic works amazing well as an herbal repellent, on these grey critters, as it is reputed to do so with vampires.

In this experience, under twenty feet of water,

I  was semi-conscious but aware; I could doze, float and breathe normally, all while immersed, under a shoal, deep under a narrow inlet.

As I floated, I slowly became dimly aware that visually, ten or fifteen gray ghosts,

torpedo shapes, which had hovered nearby, now swam closer, nearer than twenty  feet away.

Porpoises, a school of thirty gray forms, hovered in the inlet's shoal, nearby!

I struggled to  come to my still dull senses, and watched as large torpedo shapes swam closer and as they approached they radiated discernible and palpable curiosity.

 A large school of inquisitive silver-gray porpoises came very close, now, some within five feet, for a  better look at me, still half awake and floating .

The very instant that my mind asserted a greater awareness,  in an attempt to seize upon my predicament, at that very moment, they started en-masse, startled away, as though privy to and threatened by my thoughts.

With quick tail movements, they all vanished into the water's distant murky gloom.

Slammed with a jolt, back into my body, awakened in bed, I suddenly recalled a thought-sentence that I had very often repeated in my writings:

 "In the spiritual ocean tidal currents between two and six o'clock, I have stumbled across only negative thought entities, nighttime bedroom intruders;  I have sadly met predominately sharks, and not ever, enlightened porpoises.."

This experience underlined aliens' astral abductions, and their meddling psychic

omnipresence, a first class disorder of consciousness predation, a signature symptom of alien abductees..

This nighttime vivid OBE, Out-Of-Body-Experience,  pointed to a proprietary alien

creature  with a too literal sense of my overused, self-important sentence's meaning, or perhaps, instead,

one with an alien rarefied sense of humor.

I leave it in your hands, to weigh, and decide.

(Author's preface:

The lunatic fringe religious, stubbornly hold that alien encounters are not with aliens, but only with  demons, and every 'spirit' , to them, is  strictly a demon, as well, because their one and only reference  BOOK, the Bible, does NOT remotely mention aliens, but DOES repeatedly, mention demons.

These stubbornly inculcated religious people can only consider, what their thumped BOOK does refer to, or lobsters will crawl out of their ears, for the sin, of Original Thought, if they dare accept aliens as space aliens, and not 'fallen angels'...

 When, however, non-religious alien abductees get too close to finding or reaching  truths about aliens and their involvement in our broad history, and in their personal lives, they are universally diverted to and distracted with a new- found keen interest in ghosts, haunting and demonics, a common alien ruse and ploy, which works well, as a distraction and a diversion from alien realizations.

Paradoxically, reptilians and small dark greys, the gangster fringe element of space aliens,  relish any chance to imposter as ghosts and poltergeists, since they enter and exit our physical reality from the same astral dimensional portals that ghosts and demons use, and  they  do especially delight, in muddling the E.T. picture, for any astute researcher.

Earth is under invasion, one person at a time.

P.S.)

 

                               ABDUCTION RECOLLECTION:

He is flying high over a lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined hills and though he

  knows that it must be night, within the tractor light-beam, under a moving craft,  the fields and countryside below are lit up as though it were day, but he knows it's night, because he is told that he is dreaming.

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

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

He is dreaming, but he is awake.

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

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

He is numb and is dreaming

but he feels that he is awake.

He  moves forward, people in front of him and in back of him,   on a narrow path surrounded by a false screen memory of a flat, unidimensional static scene,  a photograph of an English garden.

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

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

He approaches the door of the large alien craft.

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

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

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

Everyone is awake but also dreaming.

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

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

It is a dream within a dream.

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

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

He looks to his right, as he climbs, to see  an enormous domed -curved window which makes up the staircase's whole upper wall of the alien craft, and as he climbs, feeling very numb,

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

He looks out of the window and sees the Earth and the Moon, opposite each other, hanging in the blackness of space.

He places his arms on the curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the window and cups his chin in his hands, to understand the raw beauty of what he sees:


Outside is blackness.

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

Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness.

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

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

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

The small, dark, grey alien tour guide became startled and all at once,  the window's 3-D space scene, becomes  a painted uni-dimensional flat portrait,  of an English garden landscape.

Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, but now at the expanse of poster-like green lawn, of a garden landscape, he dully repeats,

"They DO have a nice view!"

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

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

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

He is forced to kneel to examine it,  his eyes now  fully away from the stars, Earth and moon, seen outside the enormous, curved window .

Powerful awe, love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.

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

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

The tour guide, just out of sight, presumes that the delusion is strong enough to have worked and he hears a resonant, deep, paternal, impatient voice, now within his head,

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

"But, things change so quickly, in dreams",  he thinks,

"and this gorgeous wood stairway, will likely not be there, when I return."



He lingers, enthralled.

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

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

" Astounding creatures, uncanny, psychic, mind-bending, short-  leash-controls." he  dully thinks, when
  he awakens exhausted, with a dull headache and a copious nose bleed, more tired getting up, than he had been, going to bed.

BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for me, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL I saw aliens float me out of my body, in my bed, at night.

Then, I knew that they were more interested in an essence, that I never suspected I had: a soul.

http://soulofwit.com/PaulSchroeder

Author's preface:

The lunatic fringe religious, stubbornly hold that alien encounters are not with aliens, but only with  demons, and every 'spirit' , to them, is  strictly a demon, as well, because their one and only reference  BOOK, the Bible, does NOT remotely mention aliens, but DOES repeatedly, mention demons.

These stubbornly inculcated religious people can only consider, what their thumped BOOK does refer to, or lobsters will crawl out of their ears, for the sin, of Original Thought, if they dare accept aliens as space aliens, not 'fallen angels'..

 When, however, non-religious alien abductees get too close to finding or reaching  truths about aliens and their involvement in our broad history, and in their personal lives, they are universally diverted to and distracted with new- found keen interest in ghosts, haunting and demonics, a common alien ruse and ploy, which works well, as a distraction and a diversion from alien realizations.

Paradoxically, reptilians and small dark greys, the gangster fringe element of space aliens,  relish any chance to imposter as ghosts and poltergeists, since they enter and exit our physical reality from the same astral dimensional portals that ghosts and demons use,  they  do especially delight, in muddling the E.T. picture, for any asture researcher.

Earth is under invasion, one person at a time.

P.S.)

                               ABDUCTION RECOLLECTION:

He is flying high over lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined hills and though he

  knows that it must be night, within the tractor light-beam, under a moving craft,  the fields and countryside below are lit up as though it were day, but he knows it's night, because he is told that he is dreaming.

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

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

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

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

He is numb and is dreaming

but he feels that he is awake.

He  moves forward, people in front of him and in back of him,   on a narrow path surrounded by a false screen memory of a flat, unidimensional static scene,  a photograph of an English garden.

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

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

He approaches the door of the large alien craft.

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

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

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

Everyone is awake but also dreaming.

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

He awakens, dreaming.

It is a dream within a dream.

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

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

He looks to his right, as he climbs, to see  an enormous domed -curved window which makes up the staircase's whole upper wall of the alien craft, and as he climbs, feeling very numb,

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

He looks out of the window and sees the Earth and the Moon, opposite each other, hanging in the blackness of space.

He places his arms on the curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the window and cups his chin on his hands, to understand the raw beauty of what he sees:


Outside is blackness.

The Earth, in the far right portion of the glass window, hangs suspended in a black nothingness, swimming in blue-white haze;  a large red area the desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula.

Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hung suspended in a black nothingness.

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

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

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

The small dark grey alien tour guide was startled and  the window's 3-D space scene, becomes  a painted uni-dimensional flat portrait,  of an English garden landscape.

Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, but now at the expanse of poster-like green lawn, of a garden landscape, he dully repeats,

"They DO have a nice view."

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

                                                                                            

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

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

He is forced to kneel to examine it,  his eyes now away from the stars, Earth and moon, seen outside the curved window .

Powerful awe, love, and wood admiration, a godlike reverence flashes through his mind at the mirage of the wood designed staircase, suspended in air.

Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed in multicolored woods, a forced religious awe  coursed through his brain, which thrilled him, an  tsunami of  deep awe for the dazzling wood pattern, and for the  unknown architect, overwhelms and distracts him, an attempt to get him to forget what he had seen outside of the craft's window.

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

The tour guide, just out of sight, presumed that it was enough to have worked and a paternal, impatient voice, now said in his head, "Just keep going; it will be there for you to see, when you get back."

"But, things change so quickly, in dreams",  he thought ,"and this gorgeous wood stairway, will likely not be there."


He lingers, enthralled.

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

But when he awakened, he DID remember the staircase and then his awe of the spectacular space scene outside the curved window of the alien craft;

" Astounding creatures, uncanny, psychic, mind-bending,  leash-controls." he had  dully thought when he awoke exhausted, with a dull headache and a copious nose bleed, more tired getting up, than he had been, going to bed.

BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for me, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL I saw aliens float me out of my body, in my bed, at night.

Then, I knew that they were more interested in an essence, that I never suspected I had: a soul.

http://soulofwit.com/PaulSchroeder

Introduction 

(from unknown source):

'The Ainui, who live on Hokkaido, the northernmost island of Japan have fair skin; unlike the Japanese Mongoloid phenotype, their eyes are round and the men have thick facial hair. Their special language has no written form. 

Oral traditions passed from parents to children over thousands of years tell that their ancestors came from space - "the same who now live in the clouds in flying saucers.'

'On a hill in the Saru River valley on Hokkaido, stands a monument to this legend.

The inscription states: "this is the place where the first Ainu came to Earth." 

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A radio message to Goddard Space Flight Center, the backup center for Houston-on March fourteenth 1989- was picked up by several sources at 06.42 Eastern Standard Time.

It said: "Houston. This is Discovery. 

We still have alien spacecraft under observance." 

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Chapter 1

 Two days before the St. John's symposium, on Tuesday, at about 1:30 am on the morning of May 9, 1998 police officer Louis Byrnes of Wynnewood, Oklahoma, spotted a lighted object in the sky. 

The UFO flashed blue, red and white lights. 

Byrnes radioed in to the Oklahoma Highway patrol and then kept the UFO under observation for forty five minutes. 

In the meantime, the State Highway Patrol office at Oklahoma City was notified and it in turn alerted Tinker Airfare Base nearby. 

The airbus reported having the object located on it's radarscope and also that there were no other aircraft aloft at that time, so that the unidentified blip was the only one on the screen. 

The next night, May 10, a Wednesday night, diamond-shaped formations of UFO's which changed colors from red to white were seen for forty five minutes by patrolmen in three police cars cruising about Shawnee, Oklahoma. 


Oklahoma highway patrol headquarters received so many calls from a wide area that it's teletype was jammed. 

It's official report said the sightings came from Purcell north through the Norman area to Chandler and back through Meeker and Shawnee. 

It also stated; "Oklahoma highway patrol units 26, 30, and 40 have also made visual sightings. Tinker air force base has had from seven to twelve of them on radar, at a time, and they advise that they are flying at approximately 22,000 feet. 

At eight the next morning, the whole state was plunged into unexplained darkness for over an hour; a bright morning dawn became midnight.                                                           **

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Chapter 2

At C.I.A. Headquarters, in Quantico, Va. , Dr. Phyllis Boylan, Chief Officer of E.T.B.E. (Extraterrestrial Biological Entities) research read a presidential briefing paper to an office of seven committee members. 

"The president is worried: yesterday, at Ellsworth AFB in South Dakota at 0900, a saucer-shaped object landed approximately 50 yards beyond the fence surrounding a missile silo." 

"Air Force security was alerted when an inner zone alert was triggered BENEATH the 150-ton hardened concrete block atop the silo. The alarm indicated that someone or something had entered the underground chamber." 

She passed copies of the official report to the seven saying,

"Save yourself time; no one was found, the craft was seen leaving by site survey teams who arrived at the scene and took radiation readings which measured from 1.8 to 3.1 roentgens. 

Missile maintenance examined the missile and warhead and found the nuclear components missing from the warhead." 

"We are their creation broken free and we must assert ourselves;

The incomplete answer may be at the Tonopah, Nevada USAF Air Defense Command Headquarters at Groom Lake and Papoose Lake, Area 51 bases where we have closely studied retrieved and recovered crashed disks. "

" Gentlemen, if you gave a Boeing 747 to Christopher Columbus and his crew, and told him "make me another one," it couldn't happen, regardless  how of much taxpayer money they threw at it, even though fully knowing from seats and wings that it was indeed, a flying machine." 

" This is above top secret, gentlemen." 

A projected slide behind her showed a military base of plain brown buildings. 

" This huge, sprawling base, east of Groom Lake, 15 miles on U.S. 6, is not run by the Department of Defense but by Sandia National Laboratories for the DOE. "

A slide diagram behind her showed a device.

"What you don't know, is that we have reverse engineered an engine, producing controlled, self-sustaining, nuclear fusion, contained by a strong magnetic field. 

Lasers, used to implode fissionable material,  produce a cold fusion propulsion system, which has gravity-defying magnetic fields. "

"Concerning UFO violations of  airspace and security installations, we are now not helpless: Sandia Labs has developed and designed a device that can defeat alien craft in space." 

On the screen behind her, was a 1.5 block long barrel, horizontally supported on a non-conductive wooden tressle, 30 feet high, connected to a two-story tower, which is connected in turn, to an immense electrical apparatus with huge arms and massive connecting cables, looking life a gigantic Van de Graff generator. "

"This weapon has advanced particle acceleration capabilities, that can deliver a one hundred trillion volt burst of ions, using a lithium diode one inch thick; this device would be clearly overkill for a mere incoming missile." 

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Chapter 3

On May 11th 1998, 700 people crammed into an auditorium that seated only five hundred.

It began to rain. 

It was a rain unlike any other rain.

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

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

It molted the bushes and trees of leaves and it shrank the wet hands of men into the shriveled claws of apes. 

The rain slapped a cigarette from Dr. Schroeder's hand, as he cupped his hands from the rain, to shelter his cigarette lighter; he was
 a world renowned psycho- anesthesiologist, who was also an abductee.

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Chapter 4

Schroeder had been taken from the desert, in Texas, when he was seven years old. 

His father, shot-gun in hand and he were climbing rocky outbreaks amidst cactus and scrub when a

  craft appeared overhead.

It had appeared from nowhere, instantly. 

It had blue color, like the sky, slowly changing to brown, like the desert floor, then silver, as though the color progression change of metal cooling. 

Later, when his father had awoken, a shell had been discharged, missing from the chamber but there had been no memory of firing the gun. 

The child had been swept into an overhead craft and examined by small, dark, large-eyed, hairless beings with

large pear-shaped heads, that extended in the back, a thin torso, long arms with three long fingers, spindly legs, no ears and mere slits for mouths. 

The large black eyes had compelling power, but unlike their assurances to the contrary, he had felt pain unlike any imagined, and as he had screamed, they had penetrated parts of his body: ears, eyes, nose, head, sinuses, feet, arms, intestines, and legs had implant energy drains placed.

The large black-wet eyes had stared at him endlessly, extensively, close up to his head.

"This will not hurt."

But agony had suffused lines and channels in his body. 

Terror, rage and pain had overcome him and the creatures, immune to his suffering, had said,

"You will forget."

When he had returned to the desert floor,  forty minutes later, his father had looked switched off. eyes glazed, saliva dribbling from the right corner of his mouth.

The boy's sobbing had awakened his father who had

 told him that he had imagined and had dreamed it.

"The Texas sun can give you heat stroke, son, make you see things", he had said and had held the shaking boy close, placing a hand over his son's forehead. 

"We'll find some shade." 

They had walked to the shade of hemlock and mesquite at the foot of rock outgrowth and his father had eaten bologna sandwiches with yellow mustard, washed  down with canteen water. 

But the child had held his father's hand and would not let go; he had stared upwards in fear. 

The Dangers of Skywatching For UFOs: Alien Abductee Awareness

alien / demonic attachment

(Phyllis, who lives in Ontario has seen overhead craft and has had "odd, vivid dreams"....)

Dear Paul,

Here's something......... This guy who lives across from me -Bruce- He's a retired burglary detective from OPD- I've known him now for almost 12 years- I tell you this to demonstrate that he is an intelligent, rational person- not someone given to imaginings or flights of fancy.

His skin reacts badly to the sun, and having worked at night for so many years, that's when he's usually awake. so he goes out late in the evenings and after dark to sit outside on a bench on the lawn- He called me night before last to ask me if I would join him there that night- there was something he wanted to show me. Since we frequently go back and forth to each others apts. for lunch, dinner or having a drink or smoke together while watching a movie- I knew he wasn't inviting me out there for what some may see as "obvious" reasons.

I hadn't been out there with him before, because as I've stated before- I don't particularly like going outside at night. Well anyway, he said that he had been noticing an interesting object in the sky off and on lately- last couple of months. At first he didn't think anything about it, since we live only ten minutes from Ontario's Intercontinental Airport- and see planes going back and forth day and night.

He began to notice a difference in this object, after a few times observing it in the night sky. He said that he began to notice a pattern to it's appearance- every couple of nights he would see it. Also the erratic flight pattern it seemed to exhibit. First of all, it was always way higher up than any of the planes flew- and consequently smaller in appearance- but emitting extremely bright oddly distributed light patterns.

As he began to regularly watch it, he noticed that it moved in stops and starts and a wide zigzagging pattern of flight- something he'd never seen a regular plane do. Once, when looking through his binoculars, he noticed a long thin stream of some sort of emission coming from it as it swept around the sky.

About 45 minutes or so after that , he started to feel a slight dizziness and tingling in his limbs and face- then a headache coming on- so he went back inside. Then he began to remember a couple of other times when this had occurred- he had felt fine- and would observe the UFO type object and later start to feel sick- nausea- headache so forth. At first he didn't connect it, when you get our age, you almost expect to have these afflictions come over you-from meds and all- you can usually find something to blame it on-

Having been in burglary investigation for over thirty years, Bruce is of a detail, clue oriented mind set- anything which seems strange or unusual, he'll automatically try to figure out why. he knows that this type of thing is of interest to me- so he wanted to see what I thought about it. Not having observed this object for a couple of nights, he assumed that true to schedule, it would show up that night. Well- it did! I saw it and noticed the strange flight pattern he had mentioned- it did seem to be extremely high up in the sky too- but the lights on it were so strong that they were still easily discernable even from that height.-they seemed to be in a triangular pattern too- not distributed in the same design as the planes..I suggested that it might be a good idea for us to go back inside before whatever it was dropping had time to reach us-- I wasn't anxious to experience the same symptoms he had experienced before.

We haven't definitely decided that we've seen a real UFO, but who knows...maybe we did- I have a feeling others have seen it too and wondered...I'm sure that it is being tracked by the airport radar- but they won't make anything public...Bruce says that they received hundreds of calls at the station from people all the time in Ontario about strange things they saw in the skies....especially around the airport, they were usually brushed off as another plane or something.... but that this object, upon close observation didn't resemble another airplane or weather balloon or anything like that, it probably is only noticeable at night, when the lights can be seen.

So...maybe I have seen a UFO.....and it does seem to be nearby...

Sincerely yours,

Phyllis

Dear Phyllis,

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

They're capable of looking like airplane or just fuselages( beyond belief, the occupants are crafty enough to often attach motor 'sounds' broadcasts coming from it, to make it SOUND like an airplane to the casual observer) but their stop and start erratic changes in direction and their sheer high elevation, give them away as odd craft within a minute or two of closer observation.

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 broadcasted 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.

Such people who notice these objects also usually have buried dim memory stirrings of being onboard craft forgotten by "suggestion"; he may well have implants within him.

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

It's choreographed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paul

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 

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. 

After observing an amazing flotilla of assembling UFOs overhead, it appeared, beyond logic, that alien entities climbed down the ladder of my awe to cause paranormal experiences.

Inter dimensional 'bleed-throughs" happened regularly.

My energies, which I cannot yet  'ground', are light-beacons for negative-thought-entities of many ilks, tipping my scales more towards, "Who needs this paranormal inglorious chafing?"  than ,"Wow, I  sense the unseen!".

I now perceive E.T. and spirit hypersensitivity, as a form of a spiritual inter-dimensional allergy reaction.

Hypersensitivity, to spirits or aliens is like having an allergy to those beings, painfully aware, troubled, and inflamed, while others, are dully unaware.

I  felt electric vibrations in bed  and saw my body float out of my body, in astral abductions of my spiritual essence, which retained all of my predilections and discriminations, leaving my chop-meat-DNA- contrived- body, bereft of spirit, behind, in bed.

At first glance, I believed that I had died!

Out of body, I had conveyor belt travels sublime and terrifying, experiences directly tied to my previously monitored thoughts.

This is one recollection that illustrates how alien-proprietary- monitored-consciousness, is suffered by abductees:

I awakened slowly, and found myself underwater, in an experience more real in sensory totality, than just a vivid dream, yet  another alien  fingerprint silhouette, an imposed nighttime OBE, Out-of-Body-Experience.

Alien entities who after physical abductions, specialize in astral abductions, are  predatory of our spiritual essences, essences that we as a race of beings, are barely aware of.  

One's car is stopped on a lonely road and one ascends into an overhead waiting craft as one watches one's body in the car below recede from view.

But abductees rarely assess such contradictions, in their daily functioning concepts, of 'self'.

The spirit-entity 'self' that aliens abduct,  tease away from our body to prey upon, retains personality and memory, and any injury to that energy causes mirror somatic injuries, later when body and spirit are reunited by alien contrivance.

As self-defense,  by asserting and flexing one's spiritual prowess, one can use the same spiritual energy against them, that they seek to tamper with.

'Fighting fire-with-fire',  mastering some metaphysics, can work to temporarily deter abductions, in the same way it can repel demons and negative-thought-entities of all ilks.

I have long corroborated with mystics,( Robert Bruce, "Astral Dynamics") who agree with my personal observation  that white light surely feeds a meal of an energy lunch to dark force entities, and that's why they become quiescent, and that even prayer,  as well as using white light,  can make one an energy luncheon.

The more  powerful a white light egg 'barrier', the more it attracts stronger negative-thought-entities,  attracted to crave  surmounting and overcoming such 'presented' challenges.

A barrier of  visualized electric purple light, instead, has a frequency very disruptive to dark force entities/energies, but is a difficult color vibrational visualization to mentally sustain.

 Electric blue, much easier to visualize, also has  protective qualities of electric violet visualized around one.

Although most people are taught to use "white light", they are unaware of the inherent dangers and of these field tested psychic 'tools', which I herein, respectfully submit.

However, when I am asleep, I wander amongst beasties and monsters, and to date suffer poignant and vivid out-of-body-experiences, my defenses seemingly down.

In this experience, under twenty feet of water,

I  was semi-conscious but aware; I could doze, float and breathe normally, all while immersed, under a shoal, deep under a narrow inlet.

As I floated, I slowly became dimly aware that visually, ten or fifteen gray ghosts,

torpedo shapes, which had hovered nearby, now swam closer, nearer than twenty  feet away.

Porpoises, a school of thirty gray forms, hovered in the inlet's shoal, nearby!

I struggled to  come to my still dull senses, and watched as large torpedo shapes swam closer and as they approached they radiated discernible and palpable curiosity.

 A large school of inquisitive silver-gray porpoises came very close, now, some within five feet, for a  better look at me, still half awake and floating .

The very instant that my mind asserted a greater awareness,  in an attempt to seize upon my predicament, at that very moment, they started en-masse, startled away, as though privy to and threatened by my thoughts.

With quick tail movements, they all vanished into the water's distant murky gloom.

Slammed with a jolt, back into my body, awakened in bed, I suddenly recalled a thought-sentence that I had very often repeated in my writings:  "In the spiritual ocean tidal currents between two and six o'clock, I have stumbled across only negative thought entities, nighttime bedroom intruders;  I have sadly met predominately sharks, and not ever, enlightened porpoises.."

This experience underlined aliens' astral abductions, and their meddling psychic

omnipresence, a first class disorder of consciousness predation, a signature symptom of alien abductees..

This nighttime vivid OBE, Out-Of-Body-Experience,  pointed to a proprietary alien creature  with a too literal sense of my sentence's meaning, or perhaps, instead,one with a rarefied sense of humor.

I leave it in your hands, to weigh, and decide.

These hybrids have been acquired,  precisely, in the same way, as we practice animal husbandry.

Abductions prevail and we are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions.

Mass abductions, the taking of many people in an area at the same time, involves folding time and space in a manner beyond belief so that no time missed is noticed by abductees.

Time is a quaint variable, like gravity, both of which aliens have exploited in ways that we can only faintly imagine.

When UFO craft suddenly wink out, vanish and then reappear, in the exact same spot, they have actually traveled in time and returned.

I refuse to acknowledge this agreement, as this particular personality of mine has been purposely made aware of these intrusions and as such, reflect a clear violation of spiritual rights, in their continuing.

I have dragged my feet and refused cooperation.

They change tactics and redouble their efforts.

I have enlisted spiritual help from the same dimension that they use to enter our physical one, and they lend demons into the equation as spite work, muddling the picture.

I tell myself that I will remember, and vague and vivid snippets remain which I can unfurl at leisure, by worrying the edges of the snippet.

What happened just before and just after the recalled snippet of memory will intrude slowly, until a fuller grasp entails.

They are careful to give me screen memories that mask events onboard craft, screen memories dreamlike in nature.

Often, they wrap me in general blackness so that I awake with nosebleeds, scoop marks and exhaustion without vivid remnants to recall.

But the screen memories are so aligned with their negative thoughts that the scenarios reveal that they are imposed, by virtue of their worst scenario plots and their vividness.

They are masters of delusions and can have one dreaming a snug little dream while they march one around their craft for various purposes, and most abductees, the world over, are none the wiser.

  ...............................

I resent and frustrate their entrances, approaches and goals when I resist and their tempers ill befit the advanced technology that they have.

Since they primarily wait until one is in REM sleep, lucid dreaming works well to detect and interact with them and is worth all the trouble it takes to master techniques of lucid dreaming.

It is hard to imagine the human hardships and brutal dilemmas in human history orchestrated by these alien puppet masters.

I program myself to subliminally repeat,"I will no longer participate in these alien endeavors", only to find that in sleep I am shaken forcibly by a dark demonic entity as strong as a bull, who says," You will do as you're TOLD!"

 Prayer works, like a pesticide, only if it is effective and is repetitious.

While none of the standard appeals to saints and to Jesus works, repeating the word, " GOD", over and over, can set up a different vibration level that could instantly end an astral abduction, if one only had the presence of mind.

That's where lucid dreaming comes in.

One of Heaven's most engaged with efficacy against evil, is Archangel St. Michael; sincere and fervent requests for his support in our battles against unseen evil will often bring immediate temporary respite.

We are not alone or simply watched with benign neglect, by Heaven.

Never fear, as they feed ethereally from negative fears.

Love them away and they'll be puzzled enough to sit down and think things over before they come again.

Remember that creeping anxiety is the signature symptom of their psychic intrusion and that if you feel that fear building, they're already inside.

Panic attacks are the soul's reaction to demonic intrusions into the psyche.

Treat the creepy anxiety as though it were a person and order it away in the name of God; you'll see that the feeling abates instantly, but like yellow jacket wasps at at a picnic cola, they unerringly try again, over and over.

Fighting them is a 24 hour 365 day job from now on.


During abductions, the human brain is somehow detached from the front of the brain, where one's shoe can hang before one's eyes but one cant discern just precisely what it is.

That's what looking out of the craft's window and seeing the Earth, the Moon, nebulae and stars was like, precisely stated.

The perspective was waking to find that I was asleep, wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes.

I later discovered that these entities always just outside of sight, were keeping me and a host of others during a mass abduction, on short, psychic, surreal leashes of control while manipulating us around the craft for various purposes.

The psychic nature of these entities is most uncannily canny and most who experience an abduction will not ever recall being inside an alien craft or will dismiss any vivid flashbacks as dreams.

My only clue, was awakening with the joy of recalling a dream about an intricate gorgeous wood inlayed staircase that had brought me a sweet rapture.

Unfurling backwards the events around that joy at seeing an ornate wood staircase revealed that my rapture of that staircase had been an alien ploy

to erase my memory and to cloud my recollections of my genuine awe, in seeing the Earth and the Moon, stars and nebulae outside that craft's window.

By making a simple metal staircase the unrightful recipient of a much more powerfully imposed 'awe', by turning the delusion's volume up too dramatically, a mind controlling screen memory failed and ultimately backfired for the controlling, mind reading entity who imposed it.

There is still much more to be remembered.

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. 

After observing an amazing flotilla of assembling UFOs overhead, it appeared, beyond logic, that alien entities climbed down the ladder of my awe to help cause paranormal experiences.

Inter dimensional 'bleed-throughs" happen regularly.

My energies, which I cannot  'ground', are light-beacons for negative-thought-entities of many ilks, tipping my rational-emotional scales more towards, "Who needs this paranormal inglorious chafing?" rather than ,"Wow, I clearly sense the unseen!".

I now perceive E.T. and spirit hypersensitivity, as a form of a spiritual inter-dimensional allergy reaction.

Hypersensitivity, to spirits or aliens is like having an allergy to those beings, painfully aware, troubled, and inflamed, while others, are dully unaware.

I  felt electric vibrations in bed  and saw my body float out of my body, in astral abductions of my spiritual essence, which retained all of my predilections and discriminations, leaving my chop-meat-DNA- contrived- body, bereft of spirit, behind, in bed.

At first glance, I believed that I had died!

Out of body, I had conveyor belt travels sublime and terrifying, experiences directly tied to my previously monitored thoughts.

This is one recollection that illustrates how alien-proprietary- monitored-consciousness, is suffered by abductees:

I awakened slowly, and found myself underwater, in an experience more real in sensory totality, than just a vivid dream, yet  another alien  fingerprint silhouette, an imposed nighttime OBE, Out-of-Body-Experience.

Alien entities who after physical abductions, specialize in astral abductions, are  predatory of our spiritual essences, essences that we as a race of beings, are barely aware of.  

One's car is stopped on a lonely road and one ascends into an overhead waiting craft as one watches one's body in the car below recede from view.

But abductees rarely assess such contradictions, in their daily functioning concepts, of 'self'.

The spirit-entity 'self' that aliens abduct,  tease away from our body to prey upon, retains personality and memory, and any injury to that energy causes mirror somatic injuries, later when body and spirit are reunited by alien contrivance.

As self-defense,  by asserting and flexing one's spiritual prowess, one can use the same spiritual energy against them, that they seek to tamper with.

'Fighting fire-with-fire',  mastering some metaphysics, can work to temporarily deter abductions, in the same way it can repel demons and negative-thought-entities of all ilks.

I have long corroborated with mystics,( Robert Bruce, "Astral Dynamics") who agree with my personal observation  that white light surely feeds a meal of an energy lunch to dark force entities, and that's why they become quiescent, and that even prayer,  as well as using white light,  can make one an energy luncheon.

The more  powerful a white light egg 'barrier', the more it attracts stronger negative-thought-entities,  attracted to crave  surmounting and overcoming such 'presented' challenges.

A barrier of  visualized electric purple light, instead, has a frequency very disruptive to dark force entities/energies, but is a difficult color vibrational visualization to mentally sustain.

 Electric blue, much easier to visualize, also has  protective qualities of electric violet visualized around one.

Although most people are taught to use "white light", they are unaware of the inherent dangers and of these field tested psychic 'tools', which I herein, respectfully submit.

However, when I am asleep, I wander amongst beasties and monsters, and to date suffer poignant and vivid out-of-body-experiences, my defenses seemingly down.

In this experience, under twenty feet of water, I  was semi-conscious but aware; I could doze, float and breathe normally, all while immersed, under a shoal, deep under a narrow inlet.

As I floated, I slowly became dimly aware that visually, ten or fifteen gray ghosts,

torpedo shapes, which had hovered nearby, now swam closer, nearer than twenty  feet away.

Porpoises, a school of thirty gray forms, hovered in the inlet's shoal, nearby!

I struggled to  come to my still dull senses, and watched as large torpedo shapes swam closer and as they approached they radiated discernible and palpable curiosity.

 A large school of inquisitive silver-gray porpoises came very close, now, some within five feet, for a  better look at me, still half awake and floating .

The very instant that my mind asserted a greater awareness,  in an attempt to seize upon my predicament, at that very moment, they started en-masse, startled away, as though privy to and threatened by my thoughts.

With quick tail movements, they all vanished into the water's distant murky gloom.

Slammed with a jolt, back into my body, awakened in bed, I suddenly recalled a thought-sentence that I had very often repeated in my writings:  "In the spiritual ocean tidal currents between two and six o'clock, I have stumbled across only negative thought entities, nighttime bedroom intruders;  I have sadly met predominately sharks, and not ever, enlightened porpoises.."

This experience underlined aliens' astral abductions, and their meddling psychic

omnipresence, a first class disorder of consciousness predation, a signature symptom of alien abductees..

postscript:

To those UFO investigators who cling to 'hard evidences', I chide that"knowing for sure", isn't remotely the touted calibrated tool , in this realm .

Can we 'prove', for instance, that reptilian aliens fancy the taste of human beings?
For years, at meetings at Bud Hopkins house in New York City, many abductees, over the years gleaned that ' we are a harvest', a mere condiment in the Universe, an echo of Rod Serling's Twilight Zone episode, "To Serve Man", when it comes to reptilian diets of human flesh.

"Hard facts and empirical scientific evidence", may assist with mere superficial craft sightings as logistics, but such an approach fails in revealing humankind's interactions with non-human intelligences behind the steering wheels of UFOs.

"Providing real proofs",. when the subtle evidences are as glaring as a trout in the milk, is a valueless endeavor, in this realm, an almost worthless forensic tool whose insistence upon, stultifies and inhibits, rather than illuminates this elusive subject.

This nighttime vivid OBE, Out-Of-Body-Experience,  pointed to a proprietary alien creature  with a too literal sense of my sentence's meaning, or perhaps, instead, one with a rarefied sense of humor.

I leave it in your hands, to weigh, consider and decide.

We were told by experts like Carl Sagan, who recently passed, that Earth is too far out in the 'boonies' of our galaxy to merit attention by E.T.s, but he was dead wrong, before he died.

 Earth is, and always has been, a crossroads for many highly technological lifeforms.
 The mean-spirited ones, now doing salvage, are the vestigial remnants of a union that donated their DNA to set up this rare jewel of a preserve.

THAT'S why our planet looms so rare, among  millions of  other barren worlds, that we now discern in the Universe.

I used to firmly believe that we as predators were at the very top of the food chain.

Then, others who also claimed to be abductees, some of whom I met through Budd Hopkins and his house "get-togethers," told me horror stories about abductions. 

They had seen, met on-board craft, an alien race, frightening beings who radiated rage and hatred, reptilian alien overlords of many alien races who abduct humans and who pilot UFOS. 

Muscular, winged, sentient, highly technological, upright standing to seven or eight feet tall, sentient UFO monitor lizard reptilians who looked upon us, as we fancied veal. 

You see, these abductees had somehow also gleaned what reptoids regular diets consisted of.. 

Some even admitted to have pierced another horrid 'truth' that they had gleaned: 

We are already cocooned within a matrix, elusive and revealing, far from "reality", and please, "Pay no attention to the Reptilian, behind the curtains!" 

It was a chilling story I was to hear repeatedly echoed elsewhere. 

It re-framed correctly, at least to my mind, what the true M.O. (modus operandi) was, behind this particular alien type and its interaction/visitations with mankind.

We are a 'delectable' chosen people', a harvest-able 'crop' farmed throughout the Universe, with the same impunity that we humans, assert animal husbandry rights over all other creatures, on this preserve, that we call, "Earth".

Stunning, is how blind UFO "skywatchers" and media are simply focused on documenting, reporting only craft and not ever the occupants within, and their intents, motives and tactics, surely an alien- Jedi- mind- trick, at work.

At Bud Hopkin's house, reptilians ate humans and we sipped tea and cookies, discussing it.

It put one in mind of a classic Twilight Zone episode called,"To Serve Man", which neatly summed up man's importance in the galaxy as a main course, not just a mere condiment. 

But you and I, reader, should not worry as our flesh by now is too tough, old and tainted with age. 

Helmeted with their God masquerade, in the Bible, and fed manna to improve taste, as we feed beef corn for a richer texture in steaks, we are food for thought!

It makes one want to change eating habits, to make an apparent moral decision and assume a vegetarian diet and not ever atavistically revert, despite the fact that we too have mouths intended by evolution to tear flesh, well equipped by nature with excellent meat-tearing incisors.....and fangs. 

I had never 'imagined' such creatures! 

My abduction recalls were of almost-friendly entities who were masters of illusions, ones who tested me in mind-imposed scenarios of moral dilemmas. 

Small job-beings did the kidnapping and answered to taller Greys. 

They were tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby cartoon character and spoke mind-to-mind. 

Extremely controlling and highly psychic, they worked for and answered to reptilian beings. 

Were they "evil"? (Earthfiles.com)

Evil is as evil does: kidnapping, rape, telepathic attack, insidious omnipresent micro-managing of our emotions, energies and sexuality through implant drains, treating us as though we were guinea pigs, orchestrating joys, disasters and horrors into our lives to milk us of energy; isn't that enough of a definition? 

Evil's unholy three criteria are herein satisfied:  predatory, sinister and self-justifying,  with these overlord reptilian entities. 

I must remind sanguine abductees, who glibly relish, "contactee" as a more apt  label, that these entities do not knock on the noonday door and politely ask if you'd "care to be 'abducted', if you've nothing else to do, just now?" 

Taken body and spirit, wrapped in REMs, we are instead considered a product, not a sentient entity race worthy of respect and dignity and mutual non-interference.. 

These farmer- thieves, highly technological and uncannily canny, are very highly psychic.

I wish their morals matched their technology; if it did, they'd be better angels, but as it is, we are saddled mind, body and spirit, and they are a curse, upon the Earth.

These are the demons of the third century, abducting, controlling, nighttime, bedroom visitors, negative-thought entities, who pilot/frequent alien craft UFOs, who view us as their property.

We are, in R.E.M.s, taken,  wrapped in a cocoon of delusional vivid screen memories, and  kept on this short psychic leash, to be marched around a craft in dulled awareness and suggestive amnesia.

Returned to bed,one later recalls a snippet of an odd, 'dream'.

The best game-keeper never let the creatures within, suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve.

Reptilians are Hollow-Earth, inter dimensional, time-traveling, highly technological beings, whose planet we goof about, unaware of whose image we truly  were created in.

Has this been going on from the beginning of time? 

Alien reptilians, are as native and terrestrial to our planet as are thunderstorms; they are the game wardens of this preserve, that we call 'Earth, masters of the Universe,  both inter dimensional, as well as, inter galactic.

They  use the same astral dimension that ghosts and demons use to enter and exit our physical reality. 

The lower Earth animal forms seen as reptiles, amphibians, insects are mirrored and echoed by the higher technological forms which have been seen aboard craft who have lent their DNA to create this preserve. 

We , too, are constructs of their creative meddling. 

When people ask them,"Where are you from?" Where do you come from?", they are often told,"We come from within." 

That is, after physical abductions, their possessing energies are deposited, not unlike the lamprey parasites that they are, within the multi layered human psyche/mind.

Could our minds offer protection? 

By virtue of the unexpected result, the appearance of a saurian monstrously tall reptilian in the center of my living room who radiated a loathsome palpable rage and hatred, shortly after I tried using a mind-weapon psychic technique, I determined that I would never remotely try any anti-reptilian mental exercise tool again! 

(However, a skilled TEAM might en masse bring forth most marvelous results...) 

The unused power of our minds is part of the raw quantum physics of the universe and it has latent powers, both miraculous and awesome, as seen in this power flexing exercise that back-fired. 

But it brought against me almost immediate retaliation most awful, which underlined its potential efficacy. 

Are you capable of being as foolhardy as I was? 

With your eyes closed, visualize an alien craft, a disc-shaped or cigar- shaped large UFO, and see it in your mind's eye, perched or flying above our planet or high within our skies, many miles overhead. 

Visualize all quadrants of this very large craft, full of overlord reptilians and subservient greys, all busy at machinery; study the tiers and levels of it in full detail for a full half-minute. 

Visualize that a force from your mind sharply hits the ship; jar the craft violently and then toss it into another section of space, like a football, end over end. 

Clearly see it hurled across a short distance in space, at a tilted pitched angle and visualize/ imagine all entities onboard now suddenly very startled and frightened. 

I augmented this visualization, used a quick head tilt to accentuate my strong mental suggestion of the craft's jump. 

Distracted elsewhere, I had totally forgotten about this experimental exercise within a half-hour. 

But then a creature from a nightmare appeared and changed my life. 

A Mothman-like reptilian, a scaled, ceiling-high saurian being semi materialized. 

(Earthfiles.com)

Without moving I was suddenly warmed by a massive smoldering feeling of hatred; it surrounded me with menace as though I were near a hot radiator. 

Its reddish/yellow eyes radiated a palpable loathing and rage, which amazed and awed me rather than frightened me as I had lost my senses to surprise.. 

Half monitor lizard, half man, it telepathed an overpowering sense of malice which stopped me in awe. I was much too surprised to feel fear. 

The creature vanished after a full 10 seconds. 

Later, days and weeks later in my life, that saurian vendetta surely and without question manifested a series of horrid and painful accidents which seemed later to underline the smoldering, tangible hatred and rage that it had radiated towards me. 

Emergency surgeries involving neck discs which had completely pinched my spinal cord , and soon after, a drive-by automobile hit and run which had shattered my knee and had nearly almost killed me. 

In retrospect, those agonies and sudden misfortunes were not worth the risk of what was, after all, a very foolhardy experiment. 

But I couldn't help but wonder how just a single human mind could be such a powerful weapon/tool; it can remotely control unseen overhead alien craft that do indeed respond to powerful telepathic messages. 

I later couldn't help but wonder what a highly skilled group of focused minds, an orchestra of minds in unison, might also be able to accomplish. 

We are, perhaps, not as helpless against these creatures and their machines, as everyone thinks we are..