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The Bumps of Critters, in the Night: What Alien Abductions Are All About

"All truth passes through three (3) stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident." – Arthur Schopenhauer”

I imagine strongly that I am just dreaming, but I am again awake in another dimension, unsure of what reality is.

Within a blackness, a voice intones, resonant and deeply bass, over and over and over and over:
"What a beautiful child, such a lovely child."
A deep operatic voice intones:
"What a lovely child, such a beautiful child."
Over and over and over, again.
Suddenly, I am on foot, merged into a multi -structured scenario, a facsimile reality, a 3-D holograph.
I am surrounded by people craning their necks in a crowded street scene; just ahead of me, off scene, trumpets blare, snare drums tattoo into a marching rhythm.
I am drawn ahead to a parade.
I move swiftly forward, now purposefully  striding, popcorn strewn sidewalks crunching beneath my feet, cotton candy wafting a cloying sweetness to my nostrils, on the breeze.

Just ahead, the excited blare of trumpets grows louder.
A murmur of crowds, people lined up on both sides of the wide avenue, all expectantly crane their necks and heads above me, taller than I am.
The idea strikes me that I will likely miss this parade, that it will go down the avenue heard, but unobserved  and this worry, propels me forward.
As I push through the towering crowd to a front position I glance down at my hands
I am holding little hands, pulling along two children, one in each hand, as I rush forward, expectantly eager,
with an added urgency,  that these two children also experience the brassy, colorful thrill and panache of a marching band parade.
In my right hand is the palm of a human child, perhaps five years old, wiry and muscular with blond hair and the bluest eyes, a robust human child.
In my other hand, I grasp a small, non-human withered hand, of an odd child, with large black almond-shaped eyes, and with very long, skinny arms and legs, a sickly, grey tubular creature-child who struggles, but who cannot  keep up.
I sweep this odd child up onto my shoulders to allow it to see the parade ahead and to carry it ; I can feel its joy radiate as a strong psychic wave.
I look again, mildly curious and more critical, the dream fading.
It is handicapped, an ailing entity, sadly listless and oddly lifeless.
A facsimile look alike of the cartoon character, Gumby, as a baby, with long grey arms and legs that seem useless as appendages, a long tubular -shaped Gumby child, listless, and with no vitality.
I stare at it in amazement, more clearly awake, agog and  stunned.
The holograph's scene quickly changes, as does my viewing perspective.
I look down at this same grey -tubular, but now diapered, nonhuman child, as it lays on a bed.
In my head, that same deep resonant bass operatic voice suggests to my mind that I  need to change its diaper.
I was never an eager changer of diapers with my own babies, choosing sometimes to neglectfully leave a fully ripe and pungent baby for their mother to change, who was due home at any moment.
I recoil at the suggestion to nurture and care for it, by changing its dirty diaper..
Both the creature and its toilet needs strongly repulse me, as I  begin to examine it more closely.
I awaken in bed, suddenly aware that the word, "dreams", used to describe abduction's surreal otherworldly ness, confuses real dreams with the foggy memories of actually being in an alternative reality, because the abduction experience is powerfully so dreamlike in nature.
'Dream',  is an impotent word in our language, used when recalling alien abductions, a problem with our language's inability to describe the experience in any other way.
"What a beautiful child!", as a phrase, is universally recalled by many tens of thousands of abductees, the world over, a phrase in an alien scripted scenario, in attempts to have offspring reunited with their somatic abductee parents for some nurturing, as these hybrids seem to be emotionally expiring.
A faraway, primal thought arouses a dawning idea, one that they wanted me to embrace: that ethereal Gumby child is quite possibly of my own blood and my own flesh.

And that's what abductions are all about.

They are in salvage, busy doing what we are doing, creating offspring, all over this planet, changing gene pools, blending two very different species of beings.
These hybrids have been acquired, by these beings, by a difficult, long, secretive hard road.
We are used towards this alien agenda, precisely in the same way as we practice animal husbandry.
Good technology, a million years more advanced than ours, seems like Godlike magic.
Mass abductions, the taking of many people in an area at the same time, involves folding time and space in a manner beyond belief so that no time missed is noticed by abductees.An abductee can be taken and returned and no time missing is detected.
Time is a quaint variable, like gravity, both of which aliens have exploited in ways that we can only faintly imagine.
When UFO craft suddenly wink out, vanish and then reappear, in the exact same spot, the pilots have actually traveled into time and returned.
As a loose rule, some abductees' soul-personalities have agreed to participate in these abductions at a distant point in time, as a spiritual agreement and these people are often virtual peace offerings between warring alien factions, used as somatic banks to periodically retrieve tissue from people with alien DNA.

Most abductees have rarified alien DNA.
They locate us as children to begin this tampering and it continues regularly, throughout life.
I refuse to acknowledge this agreement, as this particular personality of mine has been purposely made aware of these intrusions and as such, reflect a clear violation of spiritual rights, in their continuing.
I have dragged my feet and refused cooperation.
They change tactics and redouble their efforts.
I have enlisted spiritual help from the same dimension that they use to enter our physical one, and they lend demons into the equation as spite work, muddling the picture.
I tell myself that I will remember, and vague and vivid snippets remain which I can unfurl at leisure, by worrying the edges of the snippet.

What happened just before and just after the recalled snippet of memory will intrude slowly, until a fuller grasp entails.
They are careful to give me vivid screen memories that mask events onboard craft, screen memories dreamlike in nature.
Often, they wrap me in general blackness so that I awake with nosebleeds, scoop marks and exhaustion without vivid remnants to recall.
But the screen memories are so aligned with their negative thoughts that the scenarios reveal that they are imposed, by virtue of their worst scenario plots and their vividness.
They are masters of delusions and can have one dreaming a snug little dream while they march one around their craft for various purposes, and most abductees, the world over, are none the wiser.
I resent and frustrate their entrances, approaches and goals when I resist and their tempers ill befit the advanced technology that they have.
Since they primarily wait until one is in REM sleep, lucid dreaming works well to detect and interact with them and is worth all the trouble it takes to master techniques of lucid dreaming.
It is hard to imagine the human hardships and brutal dilemmas orchestrated by these alien puppet masters; I have been busy severing the overhead marionette cords of their subtle imposed control and therein struggling to find myself.
I program myself to subliminally repeat,"I will no longer participate in these alien endeavors",  to find that in sleep I am shaken forcibly by a dark demonic entity as strong as a bull, who says," You will do as you're TOLD!"
Enforcers and re claimers and punishers, from the gangster fringe element of the spirit world, are patently employed.
Reptilian alien astral 'worlds' have been set up to 'trap' captured human souls and I have had several overnight 'promissory' visits to these artificial realms where unhappy and dazed people reside.

It resembles ours'.

These are vivid city landscape worlds where darkness and shadows within prevail, and highways and tall buildings exist populated by worried and anxious human souls.
Roads are traversed by fast moving vehicles and all sidewalks are escalator  moving conveyer belts where millions move surrounded by complex building cityscaped facades, but all are fake facades.
Dark interior apartment buildings' lobbies sport mailboxes, and crowds of moving and miserable people, always coupled in pairs, cling to each other trapped in a horrid dream that they cannot awaken from....

It resembles ours'

The entities whom abduct are small synthetic job-beings, cloaked and unseen, but the entities who assess the testing I've been submitted to are tall, flat like a Gumby character, white like a refrigerator, often hooded and strongly telepathic in nature.
During abductions, the human brain is somehow detached from the front of the brain, where one's shoe can hang before one's eyes but one cant discern just precisely what it is.
The perspective was waking to find that I was asleep, wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes.
I later discovered that these entities always just outside of sight, kept me and a host of others during a mass abduction, on short, psychic, surreal leashes of control while manipulating us around the craft for various purposes.
Each abductee was cocooned in a surreal, snug, little delusional 'dream'.
The psychic nature of these entities is most uncannily canny and most people who experience an abduction will not ever recall being inside an alien craft or will dismiss any vivid flashbacks as mere dreams.
I and many others are most reluctant to assume any role of loving parenthood with these odd newest of created  sentient species.
Although those creatures who abduct humans are many of the "things that go 'bump', that we hear in the night,
who will assuage, nurture and mend the rejected, the broken hearts of these new and youngest hybrid children, hearts which now also bump in the night?

BIO:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for me, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL I saw aliens float me out of my body, in my bed, at night.
Then, I knew  that they were interested in an essence I never suspected that I had; a soul.
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks.
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have.
Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven.
These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
Ontological shock is the sound barrier;should mankind ever grasp the truth about our history, all faith in the Bible as the living word of God shall implode for the misinformation within, telling us wrongly that we were ordained, by God, for this resident planet.
That's the essential ontological shock; next, comes the shock that the "image we were created in" wasn't divine but alien!
This would make people's heads explode.

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Spending a lifetime, recalled in snippets, with highly psychic, abducting entities, has made my intuitive prowess mushroom, dramatically.
There's only a razor's thin edge difference between encounters with the supernatural and psychic experiences.
Some religious Fundamentalist Christians and Jews refuse to accept paranormal realities, yet they deeply accept God, Holy Ghosts, angels and demons, and one CANNOT get more paranormal and supernatural, than THAT..!
One technique that seems easy enough, is to internally tell yourself that you wish to be "open", and then to relax, as you await an insight or mind's eye picture.

I was once, when teaching English Literature, at a junior college, stopped in a busy college hallway by an unknown female student who grabbed my arm and blocked my path, to class, and said "Read me; I want you to read me!"
I was startled and affronted, wondering how this student had grapevine heard that I could do such things, and suddenly worried about job security if Administration became aware.
I told her,"forget it!" but she actually physically half-pushed me against a wall, and insisted again.
I relaxed completely, still annoyed, in dismissive resignation, and was flooded with an image of a vast body of water, lake water, a shore surrounded by water, accompanied by a vague feeling of dread.
I quickly asked her,"Why am I seeing water?", to which she shrugged.
I asked her again.
"I'm seeing water, what does that mean, to you?"
She shrugged, again.
"I have no idea, what it means, but you perhaps do", I prodded.
"Oh," she said, "I'm on the swimming team."
I  quickly told her,"promise me that you'll never swim in a lake, it's far too dangerous to take that chance, in that you might drown,  but also promise me, you'll tell  absolutely no one, about this conversation."
She smiled and nodded, and I, late for class, hurried elsewhere.
It appears, that  a totally relaxed mental and physical state allows imposed images to float into mind, a relaxed state accompanied by an open expectation, that you will receive, like a fat catcher, behind home plate; the only real problem, exists in trying to decipher just what precisely that image, or series of images, might actually mean.

It is a psychic muscle that all of us have, a muscle that remains largely unflexed and flabby, under developed, except revealingly, for many alien abductees who report similar intuitional experiences.
I know when they're nearby or in the room with me, but unseen; that elevator experience of 'eyes on your back' feeling is combined with a defined creepy feeling; they generate a strong 'creepy' feeling.
Who, behind our curtains, 'inspires' (literally means,"to blow ideas into") us to receive, hear and see the psychic image impositions, is open to debate, but I have my own suspicions.
Sometimes dark ones, like gargoyles perched on your roof, can indeed see down the street of your 'road' just a piece, to intuit future happenings to you, but they are NOT the elevated souls, ascended ones, you'd hope they are.
Inter- dimensional bleedthroughs, are more than disconcerting, when demons or reptilians cruise in like sharks, to cause one to flirt with the beast of madness, itself.
In fact, between continued astral abductions, and mostly unpleasant psychic experiences, I have gone so far down that rabbit hole, that I  fear I don't have enough breadcrumbs, to find my way home.
A lifetime of alien encounters made my awareness of the unseen blossom.

Aliens, notwithstanding, psychic powers are a spiritual gift, a muscle that should be exercised and flexed, until Heaven, ready to use us for some good, steps in to make sense of all of it for us.

Nightmares are so much so a signature symptom of demonic psychic/telepathic attacks,

 that, revealingly, Freud and Jung didn't have a remotest clue.

When one encounters a demon, at bedside, one knows that the expression, 'bad dreams' simply doesn't make the grade.

The nightmares are extraordinary in clarity and vividness and cause angst,  comparable to consciousness, realistic in every way.

They begin even before one's head hits the pillow, with eyes barely just closed,  before one starts to dream and these vivid nightmares underline the powerful nature of an unholy one's psychic, telepathic attack.

That morning's, was typical of the intensity and ferocity that demons bring to the torture of the spirit and mind:

I am drowsing over the bathroom sink, half asleep and yawning, supporting myself with my arms on both sides of the sink, eyes semi-closed, tired,  half asleep and completely naked when something gently brushes my face and loins,  just below the sink and just above  the sink.

I open my puzzled bleary eyes and clearly see an enormous conglomeration of festooned fishhooks surrounding me, suspended, hanging from the ceiling above the sink.

 It is a filigree chandelier of thousands of razor sharp, hanging and connected fishhooks that I've stumbled into and onto stark naked and half awake.

   Pinching sharp connections of fishhooks causing pain into my groin area, into my lips and into the cheeks of my face sharply apprise me, more quickly panicking now, that I've walked into a booby trap and i begin to be aware that I am deeply hooked in myriad places.

I force myself to think but panic rises as a gorge in my throat and I want to run from this place but am transfixed, by the horror that I cannot for I am attached.

Because I have gently moved, I am more firmly hooked, into my genitals, and now hooks bite and pull through my lip and my cheek, as I steady myself to  weigh the moment, in growing horror.

 To move backwards, now, in shock or in a panic of flight, I realize, is to only deeply gaff myself further, in dozens of places, inextricably and beyond help.

I am attached painfully to fishhooks from my top to bottom, still awakening, sleep clouding my mind and standing at my sink!

As I lift my right arm to gently work out one fishhook from a cheek muscle, razor thin dozens of other fishhooks fasten against and bite into my flesh, scaring and driving my barely controlled panic further into a growing sense of desperation, deepening my frantic angst .

 As I fully awaken, more quickly now, there is a gathering sense of heart pounding panic and helplessness, and the hook in my cheek tears deeply into my mouth and the fishhooks

unseen beneath the sink begin to bite deeper and more painfully there into me.

I am a marionette impaled from face to scrotum; I am in a frozen wild frenzy, immobilized, in pain, in horror and panic struck.

I have wandered unknowing into this macrame of razorblade- like thin fishhooks some madman and murderer fiendishly has concocted over my sink in my bathroom for me to walk into!

The slightest movement brings sharp painful reminders that I am in too many places stuck fast, and in a nightmarish predicament that I realize I cannot solve.

I am now beginning to feel despair, screaming, moaning and muted, for the hooks bite even more deeply into my facial muscles when I open my mouth to try to scream out and holler for help, from my wife, who is still asleep in the other room.

 Opening my mouth to yell, I feel the deeper bite of the hook into the deeper muscles of my face and I can only growl and moan loudly, additionally aware that I won't likely be able to reach her ears with my low moaning for assistance.

 I am becoming more entrapped with every movement and

so full of fear that I can scarcely breathe.

I am impaled throughout on a monstrous wind chime of dangling fishhooks,

 completely  trapped, frozen in heart pounding horror, feeling more fully awakened, agonizingly conscious, now.

 My panic level climbs to hysteria when,

 suddenly, I awaken

 in a startled reflex, in bed.

It took me weeks of active banishment and many passive tools of metaphysics to eventually and finally deter this demonic and I have since often offered prayer for those it attacked, after it left me.

But I have never forgotten those terrifying out of body telepathic attacks to my astral self, recalled as powerfully imposed nightmares, as one flirts with the Beast of Madness, during such demonic predation.

Postscripts:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 

Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul. 

Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 

They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 

Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 

These joyriding grays can be sinister, discorporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.