Close Encounters with UFOs and Poltergeist Experiences
Posted: Thursday, October 29, 2009
by Paul Schroeder
alien / demonic attachment
(all 'images in public domain')
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
I glanced up coming down my driveway into my backyard pantry door and almost dropped my groceries. UFOs were assembling overhead, their engines, below, glowing dark red against the blackness.
I stared, puzzled, arms akimbo, stared up at a strange but not yet disturbing or revealing sight.
Overhead a clean, crisp hole was cut into the overcast revealing bright stars amidst the reddish circular craft bottoms; It was as though a cookie-cutter had sliced a clean mile-circular hole into the cloud cover above.
Everywhere else was thickly overcast, but almost at zenith, was a perfect circle of clearing.
My mind could not accept sudden realization.
What looked like a red child's balloon floated into view, a bright red against the stars and outlined blackness. The first red balloon stopped joined by two more which floated in and hovered equidistant from the first.
All three, now four and five, now six and seven, now eight and nine balloons hung red overhead, stopped in the center of the cloud 'hole'.
As I stared upwards at neck breaking zenith, puzzled at their no longer drifting motion, three more floated into view at the rear of the growing formation, a flotilla of closely assembled red balloons!
All hung motionless overhead as I slowly, now for the first time, felt a sense of awe grow; my mouth fell open with raw wonder.
As one more joined slowly from the rear, assembling North to South overhead, a group of nine or ten escaped red- children's balloons hovered in the center of a circular blackness with bright stars cut into a heavy white cloud cover.
What could they be? Balloons drift with the wind, I thought, not group in place together; they're not migrating, hovering birds; what are they!?
I stared in wonder, awe tingling my forehead, stomach and arms. My mind reached out to them for a long minute, in intensity.
Their color changed from bright red to light lavender purple, all together, all at once.
Quickly, flashing away like minnows in a pond they peeled off in pairs from West to East heading toward Montauk and were gone in several seconds leaving the hole overhead still twinkling with stars, but craft empty.
I am convinced that this "sighting" has everything to do with the onset of spiritual and mind experiences of high strangeness.
Did they climb down the ladder of my awe to find me? Or is it that my "sighting' was no 'accident'?
Which one came first, the chicken or the egg? Maybe, it was the farmer that came first. Was that 'circle, in the clouds necessary for their needing visibility or was it designed for me needing visibility?
These meddling, harassing, unseen entities may be, in fact, the occupants of those 'crafts' I stared at.
I cannot be truly alone; there must be many like me, aware, resistant, troubled, and amazed.
Possible alien abduction?
If nothing else, these 'critters' operating those craft have renewed wonder in my life, that long lost sense of AWE and also renewed much faith.
I now trust that the unseen does exist for malevolent UFO entities. They've also destroyed the actuality and concept itself of getting a "good night's sleep."
Sleep is now replete with danger and loss of control of consciousness. Now my astral body wanders unknowing while I sleep, among beasities and monsters.
A tapping, delicately on my back. I am sitting up on a table feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity like two mirrors facing each other.
Farmers milking cows; on each table a person sits up and is examined by a small, slim, white, intent, fragile, large eyed creature. Their fingers probe lightly, gently, purposely, like playing a piano.
They are milking Chakras or Kundalini nerve centers, seven along each person's spine. Their touches stimulate hidden DNA sequences as well as retrieve and store data and information along the length of the spinal chord, along a library of nerves.
Like ants milking aphids they spend careful time and effort, gently, delicately fingering each spine in a long sequence of tables like marionettes playing human harpsichords.
These manipulations of spinal nerves initiate secret as yet unbidden DNA sequences which dangerously age and disease and trouble the somatic body and mind of an abductee.
After an incident my finger and toe nails had to be trimmed twice every day; early sequences causes acceleration of aging and growth of certain cells.
There are horrible psychic and emotional results from activation of these spinal sequences too quickly as well. Inter dimensional leaking occurs; one senses other unworldly creatures and flirts with the beast of madness, itself.
Are we being programmed?
What is subtly being programmed, stored and retrieved In our spinal chords? We are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions.
Inter dimensional bleeding through into our dimension? Pranks predominate.
Objects disappear to return days later in strange places and there's always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes.
On a Tuesday afternoon in late June, I entered the back of the house and passed by enormous four foot wide, four foot tall flower pots each weighing as much as a man, containing ten foot tall Canna plants looking tropical in nature and in full bloom.
I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into the kitchen; I could not take another step. Glancing backwards, over my shoulder, I saw that both enormous pots had been turned over. The wide elephant ear-like leaves and tall orange-red flower tops now bloomed sideways, sprawled to the ground in a fraction of a second.
I became suddenly aware of a very untoward realization.
I would likely need entity removal , aura cleaning and protection, as in addition to this poltergeist nonsense, I was besieged with elements of telepathic attack: nightly evil nightmares, a sense of pervading anxiety and a confluence of accidents and surgeries.
And all these experiences AFTER my sightings of UFOs and recalling some abductions.
Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor is their best defense.
Who in one's 'right mind' can one even discuss these things with?
Paper is indeed much more patient than people.
Why did things get worse? In deep despair and confusion, (the plants overturned, overwhelmed me with poltergeist shock that was so sudden and so profound), I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign.
Asks for a sign from God
"God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window as a sign."
I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it as it promptly receded into the recesses of my mind.
The next day, on route to work following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn and high over the street of cars I saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls hovering, wheeling, circling overhead as if attracted by garbage or a
dumpster, although none was in evidence. As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within an inch of my windshield, glossed passed and made eye contact with me. It lasted maybe two seconds.Illustration by Matthew Whiting.
Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it's significance.
After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request for a sign when I remembered the morning gull.
I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal.
Had I been given that sign the very next morning?
I decided to be skeptical but not cynical. What would be a critical test?
I decided that If I saw any gulls in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks, I would know that it was a coincidence or a quirk of fate, not a sign that I asked for.
Repeatedly, in my minds-eye, I was haunted with an odd afterimage, a close up of the birds black beadlike eye.
Why was the black eye of that bird which whizzed passed so fast so fixed in my mind?
For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering as I believed a flock so large would certainly reappear somewhere.
I never saw one bird.
I decided that I had been given a wonderful sign and it has given me the courage and the confidence to feel protected in this fight against the unseen harassing entities.
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Top-level comments on this article: (7 total)The article was put together well and the writing well done.
Please log in to respond to this comment.Mark , thank you for the encouragement ;Paul SchroederPlease log in to respond to this comment.
well written and imaginative. You have a talent for painting a picture with words.Please log in to respond to this comment.blessings and thanks! Paul SchroederPlease log in to respond to this comment.
Assuming this is a personal experience, I am happy to see some intelligent, creative nonfiction on Search Warp!Please log in to respond to this comment.
Thanks for the submission; this was a very interesting article!Please log in to respond to this comment.
Interesting experience, and interesting style.Just as interesting is how such an experience leaves a lasting impression. This is how religion, imo, was formed.Thanks,RuthPlease log in to respond to this comment.
I hope you recall this as I shall never forget it;PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
I have an inspirational frog story, one that teaches the dangers of having a closed, unimaginative mind.There is a myriad variety of alien entities, predominantly unseen and elusive, who frequent this planet.But many frogs dwell in abject ignorance about this mind boggling, greater truth.Twice upon a time (maybe, even thrice upon a time), a frog who lived by the side of a vast blue-green ocean visited his distant frog cousin who lived very far away in a deep, small well in a very dark cave."Isn't my world amazing ?Isn't it wonderful and complex and totally beautiful?!", said the cousin frog who lived in the cave in the dark deep well.And the relative frog who lived by the side of a vast blue-green ocean said;"One day, my cousin, you must come and visit with me and see where I live and visit my home!"So it came to pass, that his cousin, one day, packed his suitcase and left his small well in the dark cave and traveled far to visit his cousin frog who lived by the blue-green ocean.And when the cousin from the small cave got there, he saw his frog cousin's house on the beach and he viewed the unlimited expanse and spectacular majesty of the shore and the blue-green ocean, and his head exploded and he died.Please log in to respond to this comment.
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