And the Meek shall Inherit the Earth
Posted: Wednesday, September 29, 2010
by Paul Schroeder
alien / demonic attachment
"To consider the earth as the only populated world in
infinite space is as absurd as to assent that, in an
entire field sown with millet, only one grain would grow..."
-Metrodorus, Greek sage Fourth Century BC
It had been two full days since the darkness and rain had begun.
On May 11th, 2012, 700 people crammed into an auditorium that seated only five hundred.
It was a rain unlike any other rain.
It rained streams, 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; it shrank the wet hands of men into the shriveled claws of apes.
The rain slapped a half lit cigarette from Dr. Paul Schroeder's hand as he entered the hall; he cupped his hands from the rain to shelter his cigarette lighter.
Dark storm clouds threatened; in the distance thunder rumbled.
Dr. Schroeder was 58 years old, chubby and spectacled.
He chain smoked cigarettes as he paced nervously and he gesticulated nervously with his hands as he spoke.
He stood on the auditorium stage of St. John's University Avery Hall, behind a lit lectern with a yellow spotlight surrounding him.
As he spoke, on a large screen behind him flashed preprogrammed 35 mm slides in five second intervals, photos of UFOs and artist's renderings of myriad alien life forms.
In the back of the auditorium, a priest in a dark double breasted suit slipped into the hall during the screen change and sat in the last row.
His tall, wiry frame was twisted in the seat, topped by a big, wet, yellow rain hood which hid his blue eyes.
Dr.
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They may very well have farmed us throughout the Universe.
"There is evidence that aliens placed our Moon to stabilize Earth's wobble and climatic fluctuations.
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"The darkness and rain in America has made the front page in every nation in the world. "
"But, here in America, the press did not cover the additional odd fact that at 8 o'clock, at the same moment on the other side of the world, dawn also failed to come; a rain and a gloom descended without hints of clouds throughout Sri Lanka and all of Zanzibar."
"UFOs in fighter squadron formations were seen in the skies in both parts of the world just before the rain and the darkness fell, in America and in Zanzibar."
"Perhaps the fate of the Earth and the continuation of human life forms hang in the balance."
"Although unpredictable, all sightings of UFO's and all abduction experiences have a shared purpose.
We now know that it was to change human consciousness and its relationship to the world and to each other and to replace mankind. "
" I shall call it, "The Noah Effect."
"We on Earth, have been for millennia like fleas on a dog's pelt, satisfied and convinced that everything in our world has been ordained perfectly for our existence; but that theory falls apart when the dog's mistress gets a flea collar."
"The human genome research of late tells us that the time intervals for alien DNA manipulation were respectively 25,000, 15,000, 5,000 and 2,500 years ago."
"What this means is that the interaction between aliens, UFOs and us is not just a 20 th century phenomenon, but rather, one of millennia; it turns out that we are somebody's experiment."
"They may very well have farmed us throughout the Universe."
"There is even evidence that aliens placed our Moon to stabilize Earth's wobble and climatic fluctuations."
He shook his head wistfully;
"Moses and the burning bush, Mohammed's and Jesus' ascension, Fatima, Abraham,
the founder of the Mormon Church, all had simply encountered creatures known for their abduction experiences."
"For the first time in human consciousness and human history we are now studying something that had been studying us, but our insights and realizations of what is happening was always vectored off."
"We are in the proverbial corridor of mirrors with a quicksand floor."
"When one hears about a string of boxcars on a railroad track that suddenly goes straight up in the air, a little biplane that moves into fog and comes out a disc, a silent helicopter which turns into a disc, or oil barrels in Oklahoma that rise vertically straight up, one realizes that there is something about this phenomenon, at every level, that seems to be disguising itself."
"And now the rains and the darkness have descended upon the Earth"
In the background the screen showed a being-type that was half reptile and half human; a smooth lizard-skinned reptilian, eight feet tall with a saurian face.
It had a four-clawed hand with brown webbing between the fingers.
The caption underneath the picture read: "This reptile type has cat-like eyes with gold-slit pupils. This being is sinister and deceptive in manner."
Dr. Schroeder's voice loomed over the crowded auditorium:
"Recent human DNA research tells us that all races on Earth today, no matter how diverse, came from a common ancestor, a single pair of parents who lived 128,000 years ago."
"Perhaps, his name WAS indeed, Noah."
"If the ancient God of the Bible were an alien race, then much of it makes does make new sense; "Let US create man in OUR own image."
"The Bible states that God chose Noah to survive because he was a righteous man.
As far as one can understand, righteous simply means that he followed God's laws. '
"That was the only criteria for his and his seeds survival."
"The specific blueprints, the architectural directions of how many cubits were to make up each dimension of the ark were hardly a spiritual, inspirational, oblique divine philosophical guidance but were specific directions to build a worthy seafaring ship worthy of escape."
"Everyone but Noah's line vanished in the darkness of waters and the very same thing appears to be poised to happen, again, today. "
"The aliens through astral exams of abductees seem to be looking for the mystery of goodness in human beings."
" Apparently, evil is common and understandable, but because of the general rarity in the race of mankind for the propensity of goodness, it is goodness, itself, that is worth saving and perhaps even a mystery to them."
He looked towards the far end of the auditorium into the darkness .
" Why would a priest deny material wealth and sacrifice his life for helping the poor?"
"Why would a G. I., a soldier, throw himself on a live grenade, to save a group of men in a trench that he had never met and would not ever get to know?"
"This strange darkness and the flooding rains that will not stop as well as the alien craft that fill the skies above all nations suggest that the human race, in its present form, may well be facing its end."
The priest stood and from the back of the auditorium, in a stentorian voice, addressed Dr. Schroeder:
"I disagree; that's a rather childish, religious view."
"It's not as if these alien Gods have intervened directly in the affairs of mankind; they did not stop the malevolence of the Holocaust, or any of the great famines, plagues, or any terrible suffering on Earth.
If they are indeed our Old Testament Gods, why haven't they interceded in an unequivocal and meaningful way, rather than merely abduct ordinary people who have no real power to affect anything?"
He sat, leaning towards the man on stage, who answered;
The voice on the microphone was deep and resonant:
"Father", He said gently,
"Although these creatures work in mysterious ways, we abductees think that we know; at least we're up here on stage, talking."
He continued and lit another cigarette smoking as he spoke, this time addressing the crowded auditorium.
" People treat us as they did treat Joan of Arc; it's okay to have rules about God, or aliens, as long as you don't claim direct conversations with God or aliens; they will still burn people for that."
"Last month I hypnotized and regressed several psychics who work in the intelligence community.'
"All have uniformly learned that a council of nine from a Galactic Trade Union, representing some fifty worlds, will not interfere; they were told outright, "You are a small planet of no particular significance."
"We can't look for help anywhere but in ourselves. Our government policy is a confused mixture of denial and cover-ups which fuel conspiracy theories."
"In truth, for them, this whole phenomenon is excruciating."
"It is, after all, the business of government to protect its people."
"Our government knew all along that if it affirmed and acknowledged that alien beings from radar-defying craft which defied gravity and space time had long been invading homes and abducting its citizens, it would have caused world-wide political and religious upheavals and co requisite world economic upheavals."
"So the secret stayed a secret in the name of national security.
As long as the UFO phenomenon continued, in my opinion, he said, national security was always an oxymoron."
Dr. Schroeder smoked another cigarette.
"The traces of post-abduction are subtle; bad dreams, fast growing hair and fingernails; there is a detectable luminous phosphorescence on abductee's skin, detectable with black light."
"Alien abductees are resistant to pain- killers, like Novocain and may even awaken during surgery."
"I've noticed that abductees have much higher serotonin levels than other people do."
"These higher levels of serotonin may make it easier for alien entities to contact these people."
"But the unhappy evidence suggests that most people who have entered an alien spaceship will not remember the experience or ever know what had happened to them except in recollections of so-called dreams or under medical hypnosis."
"But few people can remember or even examine their dreams, dreams lost, as they struggle into consciousness each morning."
"Throughout the world," he said, "abduction is a frightening experience that many therapists would rather not acknowledge unless symptoms resulting from the encounter require them to do so."
"For most people it's just terrifying nightmares that they barely remember."
He put his hands in his pockets and fished for another pack of cigarettes.
"My understanding of the alien-phenomenon has grown with each regressive hypnosis I've done with outreach contactee groups."
"Small, large-eyed, telepathic creatures are playing at Frankenstein in space suits, genetically engineering a "new" hybrid creature, the best of both their race and mankind's to replace all of us, who they feel are the destroyers of this planet."
"By inserting people in nightmarish psychically imposed scenarios onboard craft, they can screen, test and genetically separate the Jekylls from the Hydes."
"The ones who show courage, charity, self sacrifice and openness will be saved, along with their seed."
"These alien creatures have tapped abductee's memories, to transfer memories from good and noble souls, in a type of neural-mind-transplant into alien-human hybrids, to develop and cultivate those newly created minds."
He sighed; "Like Neanderthals, who vanished mysteriously, today's breed of mankind has been judged and again, the verdict is annihilation."
He suddenly grew angry.
"Doesn't it strike you that there is an inherent burning irony?" he said.
"Although these creatures are seeking the complex, extraordinary nature of what goodness is in us, they must be morally depraved themselves as they are about to turn the whole world into a flooded Auschwitz!"
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
In Lynne, Oklahoma, at the Church of Martyrs diocese, Father Daniel Mahoney, a priest, was sitting in the rectory library.
He possessed a fine, beatific quality delicate for all his great size and his enormous eyes, far-looking blue circles of innocence, especially when seen against the black cloth of a priest's habit, were an impressive sight.
He was surrounded by copies of daily newspapers, but his attention was captured by a moldy, historical, manuscript and he read aloud:
"Such strangeness and such mysterious facts, those sudden shadows that fall in broad daylight when there is neither any cloudiness nor an eclipse.
The typical case is one that occurred on December 20, 1484, in Preston, England: toward noon, the sky became completely black, to the point that animals lay down and went to sleep.
Twenty minutes later, the sun reappeared. We know of several hundred cases of this type, without having any explanation for them."
It has been suggested that they are caused by thick clouds of smoke from forest fires, but generally there has been no sign of forest fires at the time of these incidents, and when there has been, these smoke clouds have never been observed between the spot where the fire took place and the place where the phenomenon occurred.
The strangest of these darkening phenomena occurred in London on August 19, 1763.
The most amazing thing about this occurrence was that the shadows seemed to have been completely impenetrable by lantern or candlelight. If this was a case of smoke so thick it would have left traces on objects and did not."
Outside, the rain poured like an overhead river from dark skies; the streets were ponds and small lakes which crept steadily to cover gardens and sidewalks.
The priest took the subway home and walked upstairs to his fourth floor walk up apartment.
In the sink under a dripping, dripping, dripping faucet, were old sardine tins, cans of half eaten food, half- smoked cigar butts and dirty dishes.
The room reeked of life lived too long with the windows closed.
He put on the television and sat on the end of the bed, removing his priestly vestments, mouthing aloud the names like a holy litany: "cassock, dalmatics, tunic, surplice, maniple, amice, alb, and cincture."
When he wanted something from God or he was in trouble, he recited the words as his own private prayer.
He lit a remnant of a cigar and put the butt out on the frame of the mattress.
He swung his legs to the floor and stepped barefoot onto a large cockroach.
White- faced, he sat on the bed again and scraped the remnants of the cockroach off of his foot with a matchbook cover, and grinned with the deeper muscles of his face.
He took a syringe from under his pillow and stuck it in his arm.
He was dreaming the same dream again.
He was walking the crowded cobblestone streets to Golgotha; in the angry crowd that thronged the crowded streets he saw his parents, their heads shaven, their purple gums conversing in clicks like bushmen.
He woke with a start. A large, potted plant across the room shook violently, incomprehensibly.
He stared and his jaw dropped slowly.
He felt a slight depression on the end of the bed; something feather- light and invisible had just jumped up, catlike on the blanket. He regularly fed cats outside of his apartment building but he owned no cat.
The ancient floorboards by his bed creaked, then by his dresser, then by the window.
He was frightened by the sense that there was somebody in the room with him but he couldn't see anybody. He fought the impulse to jump up.
Then despite fear of such intensity that it caused him to shake, he lay down again on the bed to escape his fear.
Overhead above the red bricked four story apartment building, a silver colored football shaped object hovered.
In the darkness and in the pouring rain, a craft had appeared from nowhere suddenly.
It was mostly gray in color, with a bright purple light on one side and a small blinking blue light on the other.
It was double-decked with two rows of lighted windows; the light coming from them was bluish-white and phosphorescent.
The craft was about fifty feet long and maybe twenty feet thick.
Two vertical side seams in the structure and lines of rivets along the seams were lit up by the red glow of the underside where reddish vapor was being discharged.
Yellowish vapor oozed from one of the ends and the craft settled behind a large sycamore tree.
At that moment, the television program in the next room was completely washed out in static.
A beeping noise. He rose into a waiting craft as he watched his body below, recede from view.
A wild torrent of precipitation.
Continuous waves of rain that screamed, boiled and whispered.
Then the green oceans covered the Earth.
The first wave that hit cut him off from a world that had bubbled in the direct pour of moonlight, stiff waves, then a green mountainous whistling skyscraper of a wave, brutal in quality and quantity, and then a row of like mountainous waves.
Sky - touched brine tsunamis of oceans, valleys of seas, cascading waves and roiling heights, lowered a scrim over the harsh world and erased all land traces.
A planet of waves a thousand feet tall, rolled in on all the battered coasts of the world and drowned all traces of land.
Mountains of green thunder towered onto and consumed Earth and every living thing that could breathe air.
Deluged hours and drowned days became months of torrential oceans and then calmer years of heavy rain, continuous waves of rain that screamed, boiled and whispered.
A century of wild torrent, precipitation's white fountains and stiff waves.
After eons of waters, dry land emerged, flotillas of oval craft descended from the heavens, starships laden with seed, corms and fruit trees; a new race of silent, hairless, thin beings walked upon the planet in quiet contemplation.
And on a Spring day in early April, the clouds cleared and rainbows were born.
The meek had inherited the Earth.
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Top-level comments on this article: (9 total)Wow. I don't know what else to say other than I hope what you have written never comes to pass.Please log in to respond to this comment.It very well may have already happened and is about to again; I have every reason to believe every word.
Thank you, Abe.Please log in to respond to this comment.
Good one Paul! Interesting theory. Could be very true.Best.....ePlease log in to respond to this comment.You and I are essentially on the same wavelength, just slightly different frequencies.
Raymond, I thank you.Please log in to respond to this comment.
Another person who can write and give me the chills. You made me feel like I was right there with you. Awesome!Please log in to respond to this comment.Dixie Bull, can a name be more interesting than yours?
You are, indeed, as you say, right there with me; I share the chills and gooseflesh along with you.
Both sheep and wolves do indeed abound in the Universe, along with the sheepdogs; you are wise, well aware of the differences.
I do thank you.Please log in to respond to this comment.
So well written with such good description it takes the reader right there. Although I didn't really want to be there. Love the last lines. Wondered where you've been, nice you're back.Please log in to respond to this comment.No one wants to be there, but here we are nonetheless; I, too, wonder where I've been...
Thank you,PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
I think I remember this... somewhat- Good to refresh my memory. What I gather from this is that you know.... the same thing that I know. I don't see this knowledge as a good gift... it's more of a burden-mostly because I don't really know what to do with it- Ignorance would have been bliss in this case. We don't get what we want, or what we think should be- but must acknowledge what was- what is- and what will be- whether we like it or not. The difference in our reception of this unwanted knowledge is that we came in through different doors.... but arrived in the main hall nevertheless. The last part of your article is a good description of the last time mankind was wiped almost completely off the earth.Almost, except for the ones left on purpose..... Thanks Paul- Always- EllaPlease log in to respond to this comment.Ignorance is never bliss; knowledge is ALWAYS empowering.
Unlike the pap we have been forcefed, the real truth is down a long hall and somewhere else.
Thanks, Ella
PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.I don't think I would have gone down that long hall- had I known what was down there......... I certainly agree that knowledge is empowering...... most of the time, but for the life of me I haven't been able to figure out how this unasked-for knowledge is supposed to empower me........ have you? maybe if you figure it out, you can tell me. I've mostly kept it to myself- and even denied to myself that it was even there- I tried to ignore it- push it away, but I realize that that is not possible- it's there- and it's going to stay there- it colors the way I view everything in the world. so, what I have to do is figure out what in hell to do with it-to be perfectly honest- it scares me. Reading what I did about it was an enormous hurtle for me- I think I did it because I needed to validate it somehow- then I wished I hadn't.Reading your articles made me anxious- I didn't want to hear you say what I was trying to ignore and deny.- EllaPlease log in to respond to this comment.The truth of all this, knowing and writing about it, also makes me, as it does you, anxious as Hell, as well, but there it is.
One must reside with a fuller knowledge of these terrible truths rather than be assuaged with soft untruths and lies.
Knowing that we are not at the top of the food chain can perhaps keep us from swimming with sharks about, but cannot protect us from reptilian aliens who treat us as we treat cattle and worse, who are predators of consciousness, itself.
It scares me as well.
PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.I was hoping that you weren't as scared as I am....ha ha- I always have a tendency to ridicule or laugh at something that scares me- as a kid I laughed in the haunted house- while everyone else screamed. Little did they know, I laughed to keep from screaming- sometimes I laugh to keep from crying too....
You say one must reside with a fuller knowledge of these truths.......I have this thing about me, that I cannot just "abide" with something I deem unfinished- or unknown. It's like Ive GOT to find the answers- I've got to know the end of the book or movie or story. and will go to almost any lengths to find out.My inordinate curiousity I guess.
"Almost" is the key word in that sentence- I get squirrelly nervous when I read too much about..... those beings. I did read one recently, I think you know this- Budd Hopkins' "Intruders." I got it at the library, and kept it for several weeks before getting the nerve to read it.
Reading Sitchin's stuff wasn't as scary for me- he indicated that they were and are, more benevolent and caring about us- but humm, I've seen and felt otherwise too.
Maybe there are just different kinds... like people on earth are. But if the other ones care about us, why can't they give us some protection from the ones who seem not to?
I'm sorry to chew your ear off on this, but I don't have anybody else to talk to about it- when I even bring it up with anyone who doesn't know anything about it, they look at me like........ well, you know the look I'm talking about. I HATE that!-My sister asked me- "How did that stuff ever get into your head Ella?" I DON"T KNOW- Thinking back, I seem to have always had some degree of knowing it.... long before I ever read anything about it- When I did read about it, it was like- "Oh, thank God, at least maybe I"m not crazy!- other people know this too. Okay.... I'll leave you alone now honey......... Always- EllaPlease log in to respond to this comment.It was Winston Churchill who said that mankind was essentially and basically unable to be educated and I must needs agree.
You're not "crazy", any more than I am; although there are enlightened races of aliens we have been left in the hands of those gangster types and those who are doing salvage knowing that our end is in sight.
One can only hope that the spiritual element of our nature is fated for a better destination than the physical element is...PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.Well, if they can possess my physical body, I guess there is nothing I can do about that- but they will never possess my soul- that belongs to someone else, and me alone. Not being at the top of the food chain may prevent us from swimming with sharks, but not from swimming with Gar in night shoals..................Always- EllaPlease log in to respond to this comment.Gar in Texas are just as scary as sharks, to me.
These entities collect souls as we do postal stamps and coins; we must appeal to Christ for respite.PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.Gar are ugly and scary no matter where they are- I once caught an alligator Gar in Galveston- it was so big and ugly, I flung it clear across the pier- but we have some pretty little white perch in Texas- tasty too.......
Seriously tho- we must appeal to Christ in all our needs- he is our ONLY respite. I know this to be true- Our only hope for salvation from this evil, is our close relationship with Christ. I know he's probably getting tired of me calling him all the time................. but I need so much Help!...........Please log in to respond to this comment.You're tilting at windmills dear- Texas Gars are not anymore frightening than any others............... a Gar is a Gar is a Gar...... no matter where they are........
Sorry about that- sometimes things just come out of my mouth in a rhyme-Please log in to respond to this comment.I had been in repeated close communication with Budd Hopkins for years(his true avocation isn't debriefing and regressing alien abductees and writing about their truths, but actually is one of an accomplished artist; his splendid works of art and sculpture are displayed in many N.Y.C. museums and galleries).
I drifted far away from his gracious invitations to come to his house to socialize with others, who like me, were troubled with similar experiences of alien abductions, as at that distant time I was very deep in that river in Egypt, called denial....Please log in to respond to this comment.How long did you stay in that river Paul? What exactly made you decide to swim to shore?
I didn't know that you were ever in denial..... you must have got out before I got in........... I wondered why I've always been so inordinately interested in Egypt.... I thought I must have lived there in another lifetime-
You've actually talked to Budd Hopkins in person?- That must have been interesting- I would love to talk to him- Oh well, probably never will......Please log in to respond to this comment.
I guess that there are those that have been chosen, and many more who have not. Those that haven't must simply wonder, or not. Excellent article.Please log in to respond to this comment.I respect your opinion and I do thank you, Dave.Please log in to respond to this comment.Those who feel that they haven't been "chosen", have; they simply do not recall these experiences or dismissed them as very vague dreams....
Many of these experiences are ineffable and elusive at best and these nefarious entities want it that way.....PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
Something went wrong here Paul, I can't get beyond page one. But what I read so far was interesting.Please log in to respond to this comment.click on "view as one page" and do report back to me, David,
I believe in Christ as do you but that fact does not give me the blinders you have somehow oddly acquired ........Please log in to respond to this comment.
Well Paul, this was most interesting. Very discriptive. I could not stop reading though I don't know if I believe.Please log in to respond to this comment.Thomas Jefferson, a scientist, inventor and politician refused to believe that rocks could float in the air and then fall to the ground and thus refused to believe in meteorites or reports, thereof; I assure you, in this same vein of reasonable disbelief, that all of this is quite true, nonetheless, Jill, however disconcerting and beyond belief it all seems.
PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment." There are more things in heaven and earth Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy." Hamlet. They even knew it then Jill.Please log in to respond to this comment.What strikes me MOST, about Jill, is her revealing photo she has submitted and attached to her SW articles; in a crowd, I would surely recognize her anywhere.....Please log in to respond to this comment.Oh Paul!.......it's a little dark, but I can still see her features- she's very pretty- lovely cheekbones-Please log in to respond to this comment.It resembles a gorgeous lump of coal on a lovely moonless night....Please log in to respond to this comment.You're sooo poetic- You could make a girl's heart thump itself to death!Please log in to respond to this comment.Code Blue!
No pulse!
Paddles!
Clear!Please log in to respond to this comment.Oh God- I need CPR!!Please log in to respond to this comment.
This article reminded me of when I was a little girl and had heart surgery. It was a terrible experience, much like what you've written. It was an interesting article however. I'm still not sure our beliefs are the same but as you know I do believe in satanic warfare. It's always good to see you writing. Keep on keeping on., Linda DPlease log in to respond to this comment.I have never had anyone compare my writing to open heart surgery.
Linda, "satanic warfare" comes in many guises and these entities can summon the Darkness unlike any I can think of; I thank you for being my declared friend as I value your friendship highly. Perhaps, one day you will inform me how you rid yourself of devilish ones who scared and tormented you; they stick to my shoe sole(soul) like stepped onto chewing gum.
Affection,PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.
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