"Alien Hunter", by Derrel Sims (a recommended book)
Posted: Tuesday, January 11, 2011
by Paul Schroeder
alien / demonic attachment
When I was younger, I was distressed and frantic about my sightings of overhead UFOs; confused and alarmed by accompanying, concurrent paranormal experiences, I by fortuitous chance, stumbled upon Derrel Sims.
He was patient, wise and reassuring to me, over the telephone.
Well known, as an "Alien Hunter", Derrel seemed omnipresent throughout the World Wide Web of the Internet ; he was very busily engaged in helping alien abductees.
I had seen a virtual flotilla of round craft assemble overhead and had suffered repeated nightmare like "dreams", vivid recollections of aliens and of abductions.
Unhappy evidence suggested that most people who entered an alien spaceship did not remember it or even know what had happened to them, except in recalled 'dreams', or under medical hypnosis .
Few people can even remember or carefully examine their dreams, dreams lost as they struggle into consciousness each morning.
I had called him, in near hysterics; I had seen, eyeball-to-eyeball, alien entities.
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I told him that I had recalled being onboard an alien craft, with a larger group of 'sleeping' people, and had recalled seeing our Moon and Earth visible amidst stars, from the craft's window; later, unseen poltergeist activity, a paranormal chaos, had erupted in my house.
I had experienced being vibrated out of my body, in my bed; while my whole body had electrically tingled, I had seen two bodies, one slowly rising out of my body, while another remained on my bed, face up.
I also recalled that while I had been onboard an alien craft, I had been subjected to a series of worst scenario, vivid nightmarish like 'scenes'.
These were imposed, and as enveloping 3-D holographs, seemed to be types of "exams"; each bizarre scenario tested, measured and assessed my emotional and cognitive psychological reactions.
I thought that I had begun to lose my mind to fear, in the full realization of all these bizarre recalled experiences and told him so.
During many of these conversations, he tried to assuage my extreme trepidations and to replace them with a mindset of courage and small acts of resistance.
He had unblocked my fears, directly describing the abducting alien entities that I had seen: "tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby character, highly telepathic and sinisterly controlling."
I also recalled the presences of smaller, very dark greys, sinister and mind controlling; they had amazing telepathic powers.
They were diminuitive and mean spirited and could both read my mind and control my mind.
Resisting their mind control, a paralyzing tsunami of extreme fear, was like running down an up escalator, like swimming against the current of rapids.
It WAS possible.
Once, onboard a craft, I had managed to wander into a 'wrong' room and had been slammed sideways by a sudden Niagara of "terror".
Agog, I looked all about for the source of this sudden, overwhelming flood of terror and I realized that the avalanche of terror emanated from a very small mean faced scowling dark creature who was off in a far corner.
Derrel had assured me that I was not alone; though these beings characteristically micro managed many people's lives, throughout, I could, he said, now put a stop to it all.When I asked him about what motives, purposes these entities had, in such encounters, he gave me the metaphor of 'farmers milking cows' as an overview.
To him, this metaphor distilled the precise relationship between alien entities and all of the human beings who they abducted.
He went on to tell me, in subsequent conversations, that he had learned that the traces of post-abduction are as subtle as fast growing hair and fingernails, as dramatic as a detectable luminous phosphorescence," alien touches", revealed under black light, on alien abductee's skin.
He had noticed, he told me, that alien abductees had higher serotonin levels than other people; these people were resistant to pain killers, like Novocain, and could even awaken during surgery.
This higher level of serotonin, he said, may make it easier for aliens to 'contact' these people.
He was fearless, seeking creative resistances to abductions and pointedly asked me, "Why not turn the tables on these aliens and abduct one of them?!"
He assured me that aliens often made lots of mistakes and were clearly sloppy in many of the abductions; people were alerted to and recalled these episodes rather than forgot them.
He had even played a game of "Manchurian Candidate" with abducting alien entities, using his tools of hypnotherapy to plant 'spies' within their midst and their crafts, using abductees as his ears and eyes.
He told me about the experience he had, when he had tried a unique experiment .
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He had taken a row of pre-selected abductees, had put them all in a light trance and in a light state of altered consciousness, had put in a post hypnotic suggestion, buried in amnesia, with a target trigger.
They would all pass the initial alien mind scan; they could not reveal what they themselves did not know.
All were programmed to release an accusatorial finger pointing indictment at the aliens and break the short psychic leash.
When they were within twenty inches of their captors, always just out of sight, the statement would be released and triggered. They would come out of their mind controlled fugue and they would ask,
"why are you doing these terrible things to innocent people!?"
Within five days the results were in.
In the delivery of that sentence, the trance had been broken and each abductee could clearly see that they faced a small, dark, large-eyed creature.
One member had said that for the first time in over thirty years of her abductions, the alien had become enraged and livid, violently angry, something she had never seen before.
The response from all had been identical, instantly chilling in its vindictiveness:
"Tell Derrel, we're going to come for him and his son." .......
I had shivered in fear, long ago, when Derrel related this to me; I held him in my esteem as one of the bravest people I had ever stumbled across in my long journey to understand and integrate my experiences with these same entities.
If recall properly, and I have an uncanny photographic memory, Derrel discussed his craft of revealing truths from abductees who have undergone regressive hypnosis;
no hypnotic disassociated techniques were used, he said.
That hypnotic tool had been stubbornly discredited as a method of re-experiencing because that is the precise way phobias are usually erased, remotely, freeing both the therapist and the patient to amend and change what is seen on the remote projection screen: freeze it, slow it down, and slowly extinguish the phobia.
Since that "screen viewing" is, in itself altered, it was felt by other specialists that this recall technique was flawed, as far as abduction recall was concerned.
If you're still a cynic, you're not a singularity of cynicism; there are also many others.
A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality; to live unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the universe is quite an amazing thing, in itself.
The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form.
Knowing the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind.
Aliens and their craft exist.
My expanded consciousness and mental abilities are merely the outcome of my contacts with them.
Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality.
I highly recommend buying and reading this newest book by Derrel Sims; it is an expose, an amazing read, a compendium of facts gleaned about these intruders since he and I last spoke many years ago.
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
Paul Schroeder
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Top-level comments on this article: (4 total)I don't try anymore- I'm too afraid.....I've gone through too much already in my life.. enough to have almost killed me-.tired of fighting....I'm satisfied if I can just maintain daily...You may say that I was defeated- perhaps so- It was more like I gave up...... I had to.Please log in to respond to this comment.I, too, have felt what you admit, here; but our souls are eternal and undying and often more 'knowing' and resourceful than our mere physical fatique and resignation.
There is solace in that, to some extent; we can draw on that hidden spiritual power to assert ourselves, in the flesh.
Heaven will help.
Affection,
PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.There is solace in that, to some extent; we can draw on that hidden spiritual power to assert ourselves, in the flesh. Heaven will help.
One might ask..what heaven? Then know; it is the place whence cometh our soul-at many times we may become weary, and feel weakness in the face and confrontation of life's suffering onslaught, yet, in its ineludible inexorable force, the strength of this 'heaven' will pull us up and onward toward our human destiny. I rest at times in resignation; then, accepting the replenishing strength offered by soul- continue the battle- with renewed strength and vigor- I live to fight another day.......Always- Ella
Please log in to respond to this comment.One of Heaven's most engaged with efficacy against evil, is Archangel St. Michael; sincere and fervent requests for his support in our battles against unseen evil will often bring immediate temporary respite.
We are not alone or simply watched with benign neglect, by Heaven....Please log in to respond to this comment.I must needs investigate this Archangel St. Michael......since I don't seem to recall any more than passing attention to him, or who is or what he does.Please log in to respond to this comment.
I enjoy reading articles that give a glimpse into the life of the writer. Yours always do Paul. I'm curious to know how old you were when you had your first paranormal experience and what your parent's reaction was. It must have been very difficult to voice your experience for the first time. - Brianna -Please log in to respond to this comment.Your kindness shines in your curiosity; the SW link above, describes my first childhood terrifying recollection of seeing alien non human beings.I enjoy your articles as insider glimpses into what you call a 'captive' life, your "suburban prison", as you have titled it.By contrast, I have gone so far down the rabbit hole that I don't think that I brought enough bread crumbs, for me to get back....Affection,PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.I just read the story of your first recollection of aliens. It must have been absolutely terrifying, especially when such incidents continued to occur as time went on. Yours is a different world from most. As for not having enough bread crumbs, I don't mind tossing you a few. There's always a way back Paul, and you'll find it. - Brianna -Please log in to respond to this comment.Mine isn't as different as you think; I am just very aware while many others, also similarly 'taken', simply aren't.
I often wonder whether, in my writings, I am satisfying 'their' purposes, in getting "the word out".
It's well possible that your pernicious sleeplessness may indeed be your spirit helper's doing, keeping you away from REMs and out of alien clutches.
I shall rather leave stones to glint in the moonlight, as the birds, desperate in our latest blizzard, are out eating bread crumbs.
Affection,
PaulPlease log in to respond to this comment.Read the Fairytale/metaphor- Hansel and Gretel- the birds ate their bread crumbs too.........still, they escaped-Please log in to respond to this comment.
Another very interesting article Paul. I never thought I would ever be a person who had a problem with depression, or feel like I was sinking, I was always a go-getter and for the most part happy. Parkinson's Disease has taught me a whole new level of sinking (depression,) unlike anything I've ever known before Paul. I've learned the solution for me is to focus on Christ to bring me back and keep me out of the sink hole most of the time. My prayers are for you to receive victory over your situation.
Your friend in Christ,
Linda DPlease log in to respond to this comment.Sweet and funny Linda, do NOT allow depression to sink in; it changes brain chemistry, forever.
I have a childhood friend who became a surgeon and his battles with Parkinsons involved brain surgery to eliminate twitching and balance issues; he has succeeded.
I am praying for your lagging spirit to stay cheerful so that God will send an answer; the 'blues' block, prevent Heavenly messages and assistance.
Much love and a lot of courage,
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That's an amazing book I guess. So much exists on this earth we hardly know and when people like you and David talk about it, skeptics attack. :-) Power of prayers are strong enough to push these demons away.Please log in to respond to this comment.I pray, but they walk where they please.Please log in to respond to this comment.
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