Alien Astral Abductions
Posted: Wednesday, November 18, 2009
by Paul Schroeder
alien / demonic attachment
The fans seem to be working; either the little critters can't materialize, project invisibly because of the combination of all the swirling floor fans and ceiling fans, or they're afraid that they'll be sucked up.
It may be that the electromagnetic interference set up somehow thwarts them.
I do now believe that the invisible negative thought entities who give me nightmares with horrible scenarios, are the same entities who separated my astral body from my physical body.
They had gotten me.
There were odd deeply bright yellow stains on my pillow; endocrine milking?
A foiled injection?
I know that I hadn't shut the ceiling fan off; I had drifted off to sleep with it on full tilt.
And the wall switch put it into work, again.
So maybe the fan is a partial defense...but against WHAT??!
I had a peculiar nighttime experience of high strangeness.
I 'awoke', (out of my body) in darkness by the hall steps just outside my bedroom.
I thought I was, perhaps, in transit back from the bathroom.
As I stood there drowsy and off balance, wrapped in darkness, something was placed on my neck or something jumped from the top of the stair railing onto the back of my neck.
Some palm sized hand-puppet-like creature jumped onto the back of my neck and gripped it tightly like a tiny koala and climbed, moving up.
It positioned itself into the hollow of the nape of my neck where it snugly clung tightly.
When it reached the top of the back of my neck it snuggled more deeply.
It held on with a clamp like grip warm, small and unseen.
I reached up and back in disgust and in horror, a quick reflex to find that I had no power to lift my arms ; they hung like dead wood at both sides of me.
My hair stood straight up.
I found that I could not raise my arms to remove it and I began to jump, dance and twist, terrified to full awareness from sleep, now scared and strongly aware of its presence.
As I danced in circles it clung fast despite quick wrenching spasms of my head, neck and shoulders to dislodge its grip from the back of my neck.
I imagined that I heard a distant laughter somewhere back into the darkness at my gyrations.
I was paralyzed with panic, aware of this evil strange tiny creature holding fast to my neck and again realized that my gyrations and twitches and spins were useless; it clung on more tightly.
Again I was awash with panic.
Now, beyond the confusing and frightening realization that my arms weren't working was the fresh horrifying disturbing fact that somehow my feet were rooted like tree roots to the ground.
I tried to flee with this creature on my neck into our bedroom and awaken my wife who would surely be in horror at its materialization and reality.
She would peel it away from my neck and at the same time answer my shouted queries; what IS it!? what the hell IS it!?
I was stuck in a real nightmare.
My mind reeled in raw fear that threatened to stop my breathing.
My arms were not working, my legs were oddly paralyzed and the creature had dreamily nestled near my scalp warmly stuck fast, well up on the back of my neck as though safe and snug.
It held on, strange and silent.
I realized that I was just outside the bedroom door and I thought frustratingly;" I WANT TO GO TO SUSAN !"
I oddly floated into the room as though on an unseen conveyor belt, into the bedroom yelling.
"Susan! Susan! What's on my neck?!
What is it?!
Can you see it?!
What's on my NECK!!?"
I writhed and danced.
I awoke, in bed, (in my body), with my wife shaking me.
She was leaning over me looking at me with concern in her eyes.
"You were having a bad dream," she said "I had to wake you."
I realized that the tampering entities could also retrieve a whole host of unseen inter dimensional critters to plague me and that my astral body as well as my physical body was subject to their creative harassment.
They seemed more insidious as abductions and tampering could occur when I was asleep and astrally"wandering"...
Very strange and creepy indigestible spiritual questions loom and dissipate.
Only God can protect me.
Out of body?
These entities, these greys, specialize in astral abduction tampering.
Six months ago at about five o'clock
early in the morning, in mid August I awoke and looked up AND down at my body in bed.
My feet were floating above my feet; two sets of me were visible, one above, one below.
I leaned up in bed awake and agog, bent at the waist and stared.
I felt my whole body tingling, vibrating and I thought now in more in fear than in awe; "My God, isn't this what happens at death?!"
My next terrified unformed thought was that I had to stop this; I didn't want to die.
But I fell into a deep sleep and awakened later, exhausted, not remembering.
That night, before dinner, Susan told me that my whole body had "shook without my seeing any appendage twitching", shook hard enough to awaken her, a sound sleeper, the night before.
I told her my early morning remembrance and I realized that these inter dimensional thieves were fooling with my astral body or with my soul, itself and I suddenly longed for long past feelings of being deeply religious.
I was frightened and aware of my "essence", not my body, that I had discovered valuable to these entities.
How could such a thing happen or be allowed to happen, in God's universe?
How and to whom could I explain their invisible, intrusive and harassing motives, behavior and tactics?
How could I resist without evoking revenge or anger from these malicious unseen thieves of body and soul?
Who could I possibly talk to about these assaults, nightmares, nosebleeds, dreams, and poltergeist -like experiences?
Who could understand or advise me?
Only another abductee or experiencer who has successfully resisted the evil of psychic or spiritual attacks.
"And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us"
In the middle of my playing bass guitar, at four in the afternoon, the radio on in the background, a feeling of sudden anxiety free and floating smacked me, making my stomach tight and my fear level climb.
I closed my eyes in sudden panic.
Beyond my own belief, in my mind's eye, three small blue - grey entities stood at the door inside watching me.
The leader intruded into my psyche- mind usurping and tried to 'take control', which caused an anxiety which I now recognized as an intuitive approach signal.
I ordered them out, putting the guitar down, shutting off the stereo and amp and mentally ordered them out!!
Out!! Out !! Out!!
I was swept with their raw surprise; two left, evaporated, one amazed and reluctant lingered.
I recited the Lord's prayer and struggled inwardly to resist, ordering him out even as he hesitated repeatedly.
It took five long minutes, minutes that seemed much longer before the anxiety, a sign of the mental intrusion ebbed and I felt alone.
But I wasn't.
I went into the kitchen to boil water for tea, leaving the room, turning my back and my mind away from the feelings in the living room.
A word appeared in my mind, emblazoned; it loomed in letters large and capital.
"BEREAVEMENT".
With my eyes open, the words hung in space, as though an afterimage.
Were they sad I had resisted?
"Tough !", I thought.
Would they again impose their negative psychic attack in dream scenarios and make me grieve in nightmares, make me cry heartbreaking tears?
What did it mean, more bad dreams?
In four days I was on a plane booked at a hotel to attend my father -in - law's funeral in Florida.
Both the airfare and hotel rates were listed as "BEREAVEMENT" rates on both receipts.
As well as being invisible they can see into the future and tell us or warn us as suits them...
But it seemed as if it were a 'slap', a rebuke to have been told in such a cryptic stilted and intrusive off-handed way.
The word BEREAVEMENT was as much a response to my rejection of them as it was information.
And most importantly the looming"WORD" strongly confirmed that anxiety IS a symptom that intuitively alerts me that psychic intrusion, interference is happening.
If the word hadn't appeared, I would not be positively sure that a wave of free-floating anxiety means that they're already HERE and INSIDE...
I was never really completely sure before.
The word "BEREAVEMENT" confirms that I was right.
If I can fight them in the first initial stages I can resist more completely.
But how can you fight something that you can't see?
They change tactics, redouble their efforts and make one pay heavily for resistance.
They're addicted to abduction and also have access to inter dimensional creatures who do their bidding.
Fight?
Resist?
My analogy is one of cows grazing in a world - wide pasture.
They are simply cows who eat grass under God's blue sky and don't acknowledge or analyze because they're only cows.
But they love life and God and his skies and his grasses.
Occasionally, something odd, bizarre, an experience of high strangeness occurs; the farmer comes and milks the cows.
Most pay no attention as they are just cows who eat grass and the experience happens when they are asleep or dully unaware.
The few smart cows who do resent the episodic intrusion, who are aware of the subtle meddling, kick over the pail and spill the milk.
They may even threaten the farmer himself.
For these cows, the farmer does not return; instead, he sends in the 'butcher' for these cows.
The 'butcher' is an evil, punishing entity, a demonic inter dimensional who ("MEDVED") comes in the night to give illnesses, infections, pains, organ disease, death, all in bidding retribution for the abducting but now thwarted entities, who resent resistance, in any form.
I often wonder, when at air terminals, awash in crowds, or at a ball game, how many seemingly unaware "bovines are being "milked"; how many are truly troubled and aware of nighttime 'visitors'.
How many people, thronged in diverse pursuits know?
How many merely suspect?
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
The accumulated, slow built 'evidence' suddenly looms as obvious to me as a trout in the milk.
But would cows recognize a trout in the milk?
Most would go on to chew grass under God's blue skies and deny the subtle spiritual interference as a 'bad dream' or their imagination.
There is electrical interference with the T. V., bands of static and white noise every few seconds on all the channels, like someone is broadcasting, nearby, on all frequencies!
Ticks and knocks are heard in the walls; laying in bed in the darkness I hear soft but clear footfalls in the attic and more on the roof, paddling.
The floorboards red and termite ridden creak and pop as unseen entities walk by my footboard, as I toss anxiously.
I try hard to ignore the sounds, asking myself; "How can they just walk unseen, through walls and doors yet have enough seeming weight of specific gravity to make the floor creak?"
I begin to pray, trying to mentally resist, calmly now, over and over telling them to go: "Be gone, unclean, evil spirit. Leave me alone, the power of Christ, himself, the Blood of the Martyrs, God, himself, orders you to leave."
-over and over -
I close my eyes, aware that anger and fear, all negative emotions, are food to them.
My repulse must be totally positive.
I try to think of them as marauding intrusive raccoons who stumble, motives unclear, into a trespass situation.
There are some who say that the entities forfeit their rights to not being attacked when they abduct, physically, when they intrude.
But they never materialize; even when I know that they're PRESENT, physically, I cannot see them.
Sometimes a quick moving shadow or a flash of lights, (as though traffic could reverberate lights into a room with the blinds shut), is what I imagine I see.
They can either "cloak" the area of their presence, or as they are of higher intelligence and a higher vibrational level (not higher morals) they are simply invisible.
But they're THERE.
The darkness of recall after some abductions may be that I just keep my eyes closed and that may explain the general "blackness" surrounding vivid abduction memories, dreamlike in quality.
"SLEEP!" "SLEEP!"
A hooded grey stands tall by the bed: "GO BACK TO SLEEP - DO NOT AWAKEN" forces my mind to resume dreaming.
I am in blackness.
When I awake, bereft of memories, tired, I swing my legs over the bedside to reach the floor, and open my eyes.
A voice, in my head, not my own, but much like my own says:
"Time to activate"
That stops me cold as I rise.
"Time to activate"??
That's hardly my jargon or word-salad choice of words to describe starting another day.
"Time to activate" chills me as, (forgive me), EGO - ALIEN to my thought processes.
Here again,
I'm left to wonder, "What does it mean?" What?
Perhaps a "walk -in" has occurred into my mind psyche, an interloper -possessing - entity.
I refuse the thought; I don't feel any differently.
But that sentence is so strange it haunts me days later.
"Time to activate"
Am I being monitored? Controlled? It feels like "Time to activate" could be their jargon relating stoppage of oversleep pattern into consciousness.
Or is it replete with psychic or bodily conscious monitoring?
"Time to activate"
Activate what?!
What does it mean?!
I feel as though my inviolate rights, rights over my body and spirit have been repeatedly violated.
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Top-level comments on this article: (8 total)Hi Paul. Very scary stuff. "Be gone, unclean, evil spirit. Leave me alone, the power of Christ, himself, the Blood of the Martyrs, God, himself, orders you to leave."-- a good forceful approach to get rid of them. Well-written and good read. ~Nenita~Please log in to respond to this comment.Thanks for reading; If you believe in prayer, then mention my name.Please log in to respond to this comment.Hi Paul. I do believe in prayers and yes, I will mention your name. Peace be with you. Sincerely, ~Nenita~Please log in to respond to this comment.I shall depend upon your prayers; perhaps, like the straw that broke the camel's back, your prayers will be the ones to force angels to liberate me from this malaise of the sinister unseen .Please log in to respond to this comment.
You know that I am agreeing with Nenita. Well written, Paul. MarijoPlease log in to respond to this comment.Though we don't always see eye to eye, you are a buddy and I am COUNTING on your prayers!Please log in to respond to this comment.Paul I think this is maybe something we can both agree upon - whatever they are they need to be GONE and out of your life and no longer tormenting you. I know that Jesus died to set us free and keep us free. HE is able as he has won the battle for time and eternity. I am definitely praying! MarijoPlease log in to respond to this comment.when we meet in Heaven be sure to introduce yourself. Much affection and gratefulness;PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
I could have given a great rating had I known the subject more. The middle rating I gave is an indication of my satisfaction over grammar, formating and organized arguments (presentation skills)ThanksPlease log in to respond to this comment.Don't be sorry.There are NO experts in this field; Thank you for your comments: paulPlease log in to respond to this comment.There MUST be more UFO sightings in Iceland where nighttime skies are more clearly visible than they are in NYC: paulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
I have another 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.I liked this story. Do you have another one similar to this? Thanks for sharing.Please log in to respond to this comment.Yes, I do; It's called;"Aliens and Jacob's Ladder: A jewish bedtime story" just finishedPlease log in to respond to this comment.
Paul, have you spoken with a Doctor about these nightmares? To me it sounds like you may have a chemical imbalance in your brain that is causing these horrific dreams, which may be able to be treated with the right medication. (Unless you enjoy these experiences of course) Great article!Please log in to respond to this comment.There is a myriad variety of alien entities, predominantly unseen and elusive, who frequent this planet.Some are most sinister and attack telepathically with nightmares as a resultant symptom.Another explanation for such nightmares after abductions is widely offered by many researchers including me;Sometimes after abductions, the inter dimensional door left open invites gangster fringe elements of the spirit world in.Psychic attack/ imposed telepathic attack resulting in nightmares is often a signature symptom of such demonic negative thought entities.Greg, I have an inspirational frog story, one that teaches about the dangers of having a closed, unimaginative mind about such realities of nightmares caused by aliens/demons.Many 'frogs' dwell in abject ignorance about this mind boggling, nasty and 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.Bless you(nobody enjoys nightmares) and thank you for your caring and your interest; PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.Thomas Jefferson absolutely refused to believe in meteors as it was beyond his logical grasp that heavy rocks could be suspended in air and thus fall to the ground.I see the same conundrum of blind logic inherent in your statements.Please log in to respond to this comment.
Very interesting story, similar to a couple of bad dreams I've had!Please log in to respond to this comment.aliens are indeed afoot!Please log in to respond to this comment.
I love the quick pace of this story - what a great imagination! I could picture the whole thing unfolding as a great sci-fi picture.Please log in to respond to this comment.This and my other articles on this site are strictly NON_FICTION, Hillary; thank youPlease log in to respond to this comment.
Hi there! It's a scary one. All of us should believe in prayers.Please log in to respond to this comment.This journal reflects a horribly scary ride that was surely meant to be read by others who never suspected how much the unseen world of aliens and demons exists beyond their accumulated wealth of knowledge.Please log in to respond to this comment.
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