Demons and Psychic Attacks
Posted: Monday, March 23, 2009
by Paul Schroeder
alien / demonic attachment
Part of the alarming nature of the unknown is its mysterious link to the known; I awake each night to a lewd exhibition of the merging. I open my eyes and turn to see the digital alarm clock, sitting on the lamp table next to my bed and see; 12:12, and 1:11 am, 2:22 am and 3:33 am and 4:44 am.
This distresses me so badly, upon awakening, that I cannot think; just a wave of panic that SOMETHING is awaking me, as the calculated odds of awakening each night precisely at those specific times is astronomically impossible.
The message intended seems to throw me off balance and keep me wrapped in fearful confusion and lets me know that I am being toyed with but yields no greater insight than to let me know that when I sleep I wander amongst monsters and beasties.
Sometimes after abductions, the inter dimensional door, left open, invites the gangster fringe element of the spirit world; sometimes demons are thrown into the equation as spite work for attempts at thwarting abductions.
But the unseen sinister world is as real as the nose on your face.
The building, called Harold Hall, since renamed, stands six stories tall and houses some eighty families.
The basement area is the place that I've encountered, face to face, the entity that followed me home and stands gauntly by my bed at night and delivers mind blowing dreams, the signature symptom of telepathic attack.
I know nothing of the history of this building except that when I left I was sure that anyone who entered the basement would meet it.
However, it seemed to have moved with me.
I am straddling the fence of the twilight zone surrounded by harassing, omnipresent, sinister, psychic, tenacious entities whose presences fill me with wonder and indignation.
The imposed dreams are now more like out of body attacks and differ from my dreams in their vivid 3 D total sensory envelopment and the inherent viciousness in provoking angst realistic in every way when compared to consciousness.
The perspective is waking to find that I am asleep wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes, dreams aligned with negative thoughts and nightmarish scenarios which reveal that they are imposed, simply by virtue of their worst scenario plots and their vividness.
They, whomever these discorporate negative thought entities are, are masters of delusions.
I have recognized the raw power of the vividness as more than my murky dream scenarios could ever muster.
I am convinced that we are dead wrong about the nature of dreaming, itself.
At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you REM, are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you REM, are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like a goldfish who never suspects a greater world beyond the ponds surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality; groping, mouth agape in total ignorance.
Sadly, I've only met sharks, not the porpoises, in the ocean currents of unconsciousness, between 2 and 6 am and grounding is essential but I don't know how.
As we struggle into consciousness, each morning, a self-erasing mechanism destroys memories of dreams; only vague and vivid snippets remain as clues.
But how many people can recall dreams that were not dreams at all?
I have recall for hours and days, afterwards of these impositions, unlike the general amnesia accompanying most of my dreams, for all of my life.
I assure you that I have shockingly unlearned all Jungian and Freudian concepts of dreams.
I assure you that I have shockingly unlearned all Jungian and Freudian concepts of dreams.
It's only our own languages impotence in calling these dreams; the Eskimos have myriad words for snow.
We have only one word for dreams that often are not dreams which we ourselves generate.
My experiences in the extreme illustrate this indigestible possibility to me.
The attacks continue and vary in intensity to the point where I have tacitly accepted all that I've told you at the risk of denying everything about the mind and dreams I've ever learned .
Description of Haunting:
At night a large black shapeless mass turns out the lights while you are in the labyrinth of mazes, basement hallways en route to storage rooms, in the back.
It stands in your way laughing evilly; there is a terror and a strong wave of hatred felt.
Trying to retrace your way in the darkness back towards the elevator, hugging the walls, brings air blown onto the back of your neck, your name whispered in your ear and your clothing clutched and plucked at by unseen hands.
Trying to retrace your way in the darkness back towards the elevator, hugging the walls, brings air blown onto the back of your neck, your name whispered in your ear and your clothing clutched and plucked at by unseen hands.
The presence is large and blacker than the darkness surrounding it; you feel a strong sense of being watched and you sense waves of intense hatred, which are undeniable.
Flashlights fail and dim and blink out when one tries to outsmart its turning the lights out.
I have been in awe of this animalistic entity who has attacked me through my denial to acceptance to raw fear of it.
It has intruded into my dreams, followed me into the elevator and into my bedroom, to evoke horrid worst scenario nightmares which betray that it knows our minds better that we do. .
The psychic attacks continue, nonetheless.
I am drowsing over the bathroom sink, half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms on both sides of the sink, tired, still half asleep and naked when something brushes my face and loins, both just below the sink and just above my face, above the sink.
I open my bleary eyes and see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, hanging from the ceiling across the sink; a filigree chandelier of razor sharp connected fishhooks that I've stumbled onto.
I am stark naked.
Pinching sharp connections at my groin and lip and face apprise me, quickly panicking now, that I've been deeply hooked in myriad places, into my genitals, pulling through my lip and into my cheek
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To move backwards in shock or panic flight is to deeply gaff myself further, inextricably and beyond help.
I am attached painfully.
As I lift my right arm to gently work out the fishhook, razor thin,dozens of others fasten against and bite into my flesh, scaring me further into desperation and deepening my angst .
As I fully awaken, more quickly now, to a gathering sense of panic and helplessness, the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks unseen beneath the sink begin to bite deeper and more painfully into me.
I am a marionette impaled from face to scrotum, one who has wandered unknowing into this macrame of razorblade like fishhooks some madman must have concocted over my sink in my bathroom.
The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I am stuck fast and in a nightmarish predicament I cannot solve.
I am screaming, in panic but muted, for the hooks bite deeply when I open my mouth to holler for help from my wife, asleep in the other room.
Opening my mouth to try to yell I feel the deeper bite of hooks into the deeper muscles of my face.
I can only growl and moan loudly, aware that I won't likely be able to reach her ears with my low moaning.
Worse, I am becoming more entrapped with every movement.
I am impaled throughout on a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks.
I am trapped and in heart pounding horror, fully conscious now, my fear level climbs to near hysteria.
Suddenly, I awaken, in a startled reflex, in bed.
Moments later, restored to some extent, I am aware of the imposed horror for ethereal feasting but I am also dazzled at the raw power of the attack, the totality of sensory construction and the viciousness inherent in the scenario.
I am beset with demons, negative thought entities who are malevolent and who know our minds much better than we do in being able to project a telepathic sustained attack.
How can you fight something that you can't see?
This was the first of several creative virtual reality psychic attacks delivered on this night and represents a continued program of spiritual and out of body attacks at the hands of unseen entities who are clearly brilliantly malevolent and tenacious.
This was the first of several creative virtual reality psychic attacks delivered on this night and represents a continued program of spiritual and out of body attacks at the hands of unseen entities who are clearly brilliantly malevolent and tenacious.
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Top-level comments on this article: (10 total)Paul,I can relate to this write so much until it's spooky! Fantastic job!Please log in to respond to this comment.Bless you;perhaps, God sends people like me into darkest corners to illuminate them for others.The unseen sinister world is all around us and as real as the nose on your face and equally as hard to see.Although,I am remotely glad that these experiences have widened my view of the definition of"reality",I would rather have been kept ignorant and kept my blinders,Ignorance,in this realm is,indeed, bliss.(Its been said that if you pay attention to the unseen paranormal,it pays attention to you!)Please log in to respond to this comment.WOW, Paul, that's spooky.Please log in to respond to this comment.
An amazing story, Paul. The very long paragraph was difficult to read, but well worth it. Your writing is very strong. But,these "entities," will they be glad or upset at your writing about them?Please log in to respond to this comment.if you pay attention to the Dark Side,the Dark Side pays attention to you,is,Im afraid,more true than I suspected.Theres no sideline research.Please log in to respond to this comment.your support,praise and sympathy reflect that i have found a haven to ventilate and perhaps assist others so troubled;I am gratefulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
A very strange experience again.Very strange indeed. Do these characters exist for you?SwapnaPlease log in to respond to this comment.Im not exactly sure what youre asking me;these are my own experiences with paranormal,unseen evilPlease log in to respond to this comment.
Hi Paul, you are correct these experiences are real and demonic for sure. I am wondering if you share these to warn others off and are seeking help, or do you share as one who appreciates and actively participates with these entities? Or perhaps neither and you are just writing to share with no particular purpose :-) Your writing is flowing easier and you explain yourself well. I am glad you found searchwarp, this is a great place to share our experiences and vent in ways that promote healing. Blessings to you. TeresaPlease log in to respond to this comment.i write to help and to reach others, who like me, are troubled and resistant and astonishedPlease log in to respond to this comment.you are a darling person.Please log in to respond to this comment.
Paul,How does one respond? I honestly don't know. You have a most vivid and imaginative mind and an uncanny ability to 'partake' of your troubled dreams. In truth, I could see you sitting in a French cafe with other artists from the early 20th century, discussing demonic possession.I am more than grateful that my 'knowing' mind shuts off the moment I fall asleep and refuses to reawaken until I rise.Thank you for sharing,NancyPlease log in to respond to this comment.I suppose thats a splendid compliment;I assure you that some dreams are NOT merely dreams.The eskimos have a dozen words to describe snow;we have only one impotent word,in our language for dreams that may not be dreams as we understand it.My experiences,in the extreme,illustrate that to me.Youre welcome to join me at that far ago cafe for coffee and inventive palaver!Please log in to respond to this comment.Thank you Paul,There are a lot of us here that might take you up on the invite...Paris may be out of the question but we're debating if we can plan something for sping 2010! (I think that is what Teresa suggested.)How about St. Louis -- a good central point and don't they have the Rock n Roll Hall of Fame museum there or whatever it is called?NancyPlease log in to respond to this comment.writers meeting to exchange ideas and exchange toasts,over drinks and meals?! Although it sounds wonderful,I do wonder,as my writings and expostulations are such that they cause someone listening in to move a little farther away down the park bench,ive learned.You sound much more open to odd ideas that resonate truth and very much enlightened,compared to the barbaric yawp echo that returns to me, over the heads of crowds of writers,here;paul P.S.Is Chicago also a central possible locale?Promise that youll sit by me at the table.Please log in to respond to this comment.
I was shocked when I read this; I thought I was the only one who was going through this. For 5 years I have been haunted by the number 12:34, whether it’s night or day. Hundreds of times I have been awakened from sleep to see 12:34 staring right back at me; or in the afternoon my car stopping right at 12:34. There are times when I’m extremely focused on a project and all of a sudden I get the urge to look at the clock right at 12:34. It’s like someone is trying to break my concentration for a moment just so I would look at the clock; almost like it’s calling me. These are just a few of the many stories surrounding this number. My friends and family use to laugh at me all the time and I guess I couldn’t blame them; however, after so many incidents even they had to admit that these were more than just coincidences.I don’t know if it’s a sign or a message someone is trying to give me. All I know is I would like to finally figure out the meaning of the message. I know it can be a little creepy, but at the same time I’m very intrigued.Take care,MarioPlease log in to respond to this comment.
I also share many of the same experiences and as of late 2007 have had black shadows in and around my home in various shapes and sizes not trying to hide at all floating through my home in plain sight and in dimly light rooms not dark in any kind of way . Seen by my wife and not told to her by me as I didn't want to scare her and my son . Awaking at certain times feeling watched walking in to these shadows , seeing them stand over the bed watching my wife then beside me or walk by my neighbors garden , blobs and balls float through the house , yes this stuff happens no doubt .Take careJohnPlease log in to respond to this comment.
John, are these shadow people experiences tied to or accompanied by ufo sightings?Please log in to respond to this comment.
Paul, there are many who experience visits from the spiritual world. I have seen spirits in my lifetime. However I don't believe you have to fear anything you may have experienced. I do not believe evil exist in today's world. I do believe what you say is true but I also believe you have nothing to fear from your exposure to these experiences. That's what I believe anyway.Please log in to respond to this comment.From your mouth to God's ears; fear is what feeds the kettle so it is to be unlearned, I've learned.Unseen evil whispering into weak minds has caused untold madness and untold violence in societies in every time and in every nation.Although I have great respect for you and your thoughts, contrary to your beliefs, true incarnate evil walks the night and fully occupies the noonday sun in varied evil forms.Discorporate diabolical reptilians, sinister serial killers, demented murderers, rapists and degenerate gangster types who won't or haven't yet crossed over do wreak havoc in sensitive souls and weak minds who mistake their whispers as their own thoughts.A surprising number of psychiatric hospital's back ward's institutionalized and clinically diagnosed psychotic/ schizophrenic patients are actually possessed .Counter to your stalwart good hopes, minor demons and major demons and even some true devils are afoot, unseen, but as real as you and I are.Phantoms fill the air all around us and not unlike allergic people, some (like me)are most hypersensitive to their emanations and machinations.I choose to write about my experiences rather than to dismiss them or to seek to medicate myself.Thankfully, also unseen blessed holy angels and good natured spirit helpers also abound and without their intercession I would have been lost at sea long ago.God bless you for your time and efforts and do stay in touch. :Paul SchroederPlease log in to respond to this comment.
This same thing happened to me, with the clock- Still don't understand it- maybe testing control over our brain?Please log in to respond to this comment.
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