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Author: Paul Schroeder    (all articles by this author)
Published on: January 4, 2001

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 they were interested in an essence I never suspected I had; a soul.

At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures 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 pond's surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality; groping, mouth agape in total ignorance. Aliens have failed to hybridize and now invade astrally, to abduct, monitor, and possess; entangle their energies with ours to ride the reincarnation rollercoaster of our auras giving a new meaning to a silent invasion.

Within a blackness, a voice, intoning, resonant and deep, over and over and over, "What a beautiful child, such a lovely child." I am walking to a parade; excited blare of crowds and distant drums and trumpets propel me forward, holding two children, one in each hand, as I rush expectantly, eager that these small two experience the thrill and joy of what is obviously a people-lined event, just ahead. In my right hand is a small child of perhaps six, in the other a frail, grey, long-armed and long-legged, sickly tubular creature-child, who couldn't keep up; I swept this odd child up onto my shoulders and felt its joy; it was a handicapped, ailing entity, sadly listless and lifeless. The scene changed, as did the perspective; I was looking down at this tubular diapered child on a bed as I heard that deep resonant voice suggest I change its diaper. I was never an eager changer of diapers with my own children when they were babies, choosing sometimes to neglectfully leave a full ripe pungent baby for their mother to change, who was due home any moment. I recoiled at the suggestion to nurture and care for it; both the creature and its toilet needs clearly repulsed me, as I examined it closely.

I awoke, convinced that my experience was similar to others in attempts to have offspring reunited with somatic abductee parents for nurturance as these hybrids seem to be expiring. And that the word we use, dreams, is simply an impotent problem with our languages inability to describe it, the experience in any other way. Mass abductions are the taking of many people in an area at the same time, folding time and space in a manner beyond belief, so that no time missed is noticed by abductees. As a loose rule abductees soul-personalities have agreed to participate in these abductions at a distant point in time, as a spiritual agreement and these people are often virtual peace offerings between warring alien factions as somatic banks to periodically retrieve somatic tissue from people with alien DNA; most abductees have alien DNA. They locate us as children to begin this tampering and it continues regularly, throughout life. 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 enlist the spiritual help from the same dimension that they use to enter and they lend demons into the equation as spitework, muddling the picture.

Tell yourself that you will remember, and vague and vivid snippets will remain, which you can unfurl at leisure by worrying the edges of the snippet; what happened just before and just after will intrude, slowly, until a fuller grasp entails. They now give me screen memories that are dreamlike in nature and wrap me in general blackness at other times 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 you dreaming a snug little dream while they march you around their craft for various nefarious purposes, and most are none the wiser. I resent and frustrate their entrances, approaches and goals when I resist and their tempers ill befit the advanced technology they have. Since they primarily wait until you are 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. Prayer works only if it is effective and repetitious, and none of the standard appeals to saints and Jesus works, but repeating GOD over and over does set up a different vibrational level that can instantly end an abduction, if one had the presence of mind; that's where lucid dreaming comes in. Despair not; as they are psychic and have implants within you that see and hear what you do, repeat often and with severe indignation to leave you alone, now and forever; they'll hear you and then wait and see their reaction; never fear; 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 intrusion and that if you feel that fear building that they're already inside. Treat the 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 jackets at a picnic they unerringly try again, over and over; fighting them is a 24 hour 365 day job from now on.

I, too, am convinced that effective repeated prayer that repels can and does work for me, intermittently; the entities whom abduct are unseen but the entities who assess the testing I've been submitted to are flat like a gumby character, white like a refrigerator, tall, hooded and telepathic in nature. The brain is somehow detached from the front of the brain, where ones shoe hangs before ones eyes but one cant discern just what it is; that's what looking out of the crafts window and seeing nebulae and stars was like, precisely stated. The perspective was waking to find I was asleep wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes, I later discovered that these entities, 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 them around the craft for various purposes. The psychic nature of these entities is most uncannily canny and most who experience an abduction will not recall being inside an alien craft or will dismiss these vivid flashbacks as dreams. My only clue was awakening with the joy of dreaming about a wonderful wood inlaid staircase that brought me a rapture; it was unfurling, backwards, in my mind. the events around the picture and joy recalled at the staircase that revealed it was a ploy to erase the stars and nebulae I'd seen outside the window; a cruel mind controlling taunt that ultimately backfired for the controlling mind reading entity that imposed it. There is much yet to be remembered.

These are my experiences:

Originally published in Project X Newsletter #51

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