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Part of the alarming nature of the unknown is its mysterious link to the known; I awaken each night to a lewd exhibition of the merging.
I open my eyes and turn to see the digital alarm clock, sitting on the lamp table next to my bed and see: 12:12, and 1:11 am, 2:22 am and 3:33 am and 4:44 am.
This distresses me so badly, upon awakening, that I cannot think; just a wave of panic that SOMETHING is awakening me with alacrity, as the calculated odds of awakening each night precisely at those specific times is astronomically impossible.
The message intended seems designed to throw me off balance and to keep me wrapped in fearful confusion; it lets me know that I am being toyed with but yields no greater insight.
It has taught me that when I sleep I wander amongst monsters and beastly company.
Sometimes after abductions, the inter dimensional door, left open, invites the gangster fringe element of the spirit world; sometimes demons are thrown into the equation as spite work for attempts at thwarting abductions.
As my spirituality increases, it appears that I am become more an increasing beacon for dark side entities.
And NOT all of these negative, intelligent energies afoot, earthbound, are human!
Ethereal cleansing, using running shower water to help me visualize washing dark energy down the drain, is a defensive tool I use to combat the build up of static electricity, EMG connections associated with the 'touch' of stubborn, unseen and 'hungry' unseen entities.
However, an unseen entity baffled me when, rather than vanishing, it used the water's energy to partially materialize for a full moment or two to study me, an energy lunch which actually resisted and refused to be nibbled at!
It had drained energy from me, had burned my skin where connections touched, and had buzzed me within, psychically; sudden, unprovoked sexual urges and negative ideations had surfaced.
Under the shower water, a creature had semi-materialized!
It had stared me right in the eye and blinked and looked again.
It stood under five feet upright, had catlike slit eyes, and closely resembled a scaled monitor lizard, in both aspect and facial structure.
That reptilian viewed me with its head tilted, cocked sideways, birdlike; it had piercingly studied me with an alert intelligence that had radiated curiosity. After just a few seconds, the creature vanished.

Still under the shower's waters, I had remained frozen, in sheer amazement, having seen a creature I had never imagined existed .
It was so very similar in construct to the velociraptor creatures, in Steven Spielberg's film, "Jurassic Park", in both a proprietary as well as a sinister demeanor.
Like those cinema raptors, this short upright reptile mirrored an intense look of saurian intellect, a precise cross between a man and a reptile.
I was horrified to see that momentary, inquisitive immature reptilian alien, because it had long had a reputation in UFO literature and research as an inter dimensional bottom feeder, a sinister common parasite of human consciousness.
These beings see us as,"containers", to quote them! 

Post abduction, alien abductee predation is done both through implant energy drains and by inserting alien astral attachments, within the layered human psyche towards a goal of eventual possession.
That is, after initial physical abductions, their possessing energies are subsequently deposited, (not unlike the lamprey parasites that they are), within the multi layered human psyche/mind.
Aliens have always been here and are as native and terrestrial to our planet as are thunderstorms; they are the game wardens of this preserve that we call 'Earth' and like good game wardens, they do not let the creatures within suspect that it is indeed, a preserve.These monitor lizard-men are inter dimensional as well as inter galactic and  use the same dimension that ghosts and demons do to enter and exit our reality.
There are many in the UFO community who echo another indigestible horrendous gleaned truth:
We are, as well, time/space woven, cocooned within a computerized time matrix, a contrived dimension elusive and revealing, far from the Universes' objective "reality", and please, "Pay no attention to the Reptilians, behind the curtains!"
I thought it my imagination to notice unseen portals and traffic, but now take pause when reality pixilates, for a moment.
The lower Earth animal forms seen as reptiles, amphibians, insects are mirrored and echoed by the higher technological forms which have been seen aboard craft who have lent their DNA to create this preserve.
We , too, are constructs of their creative meddling.
When people ask them,"Where are you from?" Where do you come from?", they are often told,"We come from within."
That is, after physical abductions, their possessing energies are deposited, not unlike the lamprey parasites that they are, within the astonishingly complex multi layered human psyche/mind.

Evil's definition of predatory, sinister and self-justifying is satisfied with  UFO overlord reptilian entities, virtual demonics possessed.
Imagine a cityscape of people, who have saurian parasites ethereally attached to their spinal columns.
It lends a mind-bending  new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
These  beings, a million years more highly technological, are as interdimensional as they are intergalactic, able to ride us as we ride horses,  as we are a 'product'.
Horses, in this Universe, posture as superior to humans, because unlike humans, they fully know a rider's 'aboard',  and discern pulls on the reins.
Psychics are among prime targets, as their porch lights bring in later bats, seeking earlier moths.
Abductees, wrapped in amnesia, spend a lifetime, barely recalled in tiny snippets, in the company of powerfully psychic/telepathic alien entities, and later find a developed intuitive muscle, that senses the unseen, and its intelligences, a muscle that flexes inter-dimensional bleedthroughs.
Unlike the unwanted hesitant touch of a lost human spirit, felt as a hand, or gentle buzzing sensation, locally on my skin, I could 'brush-off',  the  small reptilian prevailed, hurting me with sharp painful burning, a stronger negative entity, persistent and predatory, than previously encountered .
Worse, it now had seemed stuck, like chewing gum, on the bottom of my psychic shoe.
Morning and night, this persistent horrid entity feasted on my energies like an unerring, stubborn yellow jacket wasp, fancying me like a can of cola at a picnic with the same insect stubbornness. .µ
Imposed nightmares were vivid and dazzling in the extreme.

Was it demonic?

Similarities abound, but one must be careful with similar and easily misunderstood words, to discern that lightning, is not the same, as lightning bug.
Its ability to manifest into our dimension, for a fleeting three seconds, before fading, confirming my basic premise that SOMETHING else, and not at all my "imagination", was at play, here.
It had  certainly NOT been human but had radiated a brilliance of intellect.
Seeking advice and insight, scared, I wrote a long note, like this essay, to Robert Bruce and later received his short and pithy advice.
 ( " Astral Dynamics", " Practical Psychic Self Defense Handbook: A Survival Guide")  
Robert is an expert in teachings about unseen, meddling "NEGATIVE ENTITIES", he calls,"Negs".
Shortly, after I wrote him about this scary shower materialization of a lizard with a demonic psychic touch, he responded to my complaints of my extensive struggles with this reptile being.
(classic round craft, designed specifically for human abductions)



(usual round ufos are for human abductions and pilot predators are reptilian..)

He cogently said :
"Something is happening, which is a good sign that what you are doing is having some effect."
Love, Robert
That pithy and cryptic wisdom , shall  have to suffice.
My individual reptoid microcosm experience, surely reflects some greater global macrocosm, with these entities and larger mankind.
We are all alone, together.
I have  learned that anxiety is the soul's natural reaction to psychic intrusion; something, an entity unseen, prying and opportunistic, has entered your energies to peek within.
The greater the wave of panic the more potent the intrusion and the entity.
For those who suffer,  wrestling with horrid waves of electric anxiety, this can be tested, simply:
With the next anxiety or panic attack onset, forcibly order it away, in the name of God or Jesus or The Great Spirit, or "The One" and anxiety will abate immediately .
It may resurge again as the entity responds initially and withdraws, as since its nature is sinister, stubborn, and predatory, it will re enter.
Continue to banish it and you see that panic abates, with this tool.
It is normal then to realize that you are  in an unseen war and so far down the rabbit hole, that you fear you won't have enough breadcrumbs to find your way home. 
But you have by-passed all medical psychiatrists who would have only thrown pills at the symptom.
The waves of crashing tsunami panic that vanished, briefly, will vanish increasingly with even more spiritual insistence.
A wave of free floating anxiety  will again reestablish a foothold , testing your authority anew,  as stubborn demonics/ reptilians intrude within your energies, again.
Panic attacks are psychic/telepathic intrusions, hitchhiking, by such demonics.
Yellow jacket wasps at a human picnic cans of cola, these  entities are unerring, persistent and sinister, and surely cause anxiety attacks and wild vivid "dreams".
"Night Terrors" and panic attacks are disabling, but merely the symptoms, not the disease, itself, which is telepathic intrusion / attack.

We all stumble in the dark, blindfolded, all of our lives, only to discover that we are deluded and mislead by those who offered us light, to travel the path.
Psychiatry and religion presume to hold all of the cards to knowledge but both dissolve against the backdrop of an alien abduction, recalled.
Clinical physicians merely throw pills at the emergent symptoms and no bishop can tell you if Jesus also walked and preached on other alien planets.
Jung's  UFO mandala archetypes whimper at the back door, unfed.
Sigmund Freud's theories of dreams dissolve and vanish, after one experiences reptilian telepathic attacks,  like Austrian fog.
Dreams, when one is harassed by these beings, are often recollections of snippets of psychic tampering by beings who see us as a product and not a sentient race and as such these dreams cannot be trusted to reveal greater truths.
The more vivid, in reollection it is, the more likely it is a screen memory projected to obscure what , moment by moment, actually took place.
Madness is an offshoot of encounters with them, physical injury and spates of 'bad luck' in bidding retribution for those resist and those intent seeking understanding and equanimity.
We are in a hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor, and the truth is that it's often hard to distinguish in many narratives of alien encounters, the alfalfa from the manure.
The alien truth is down a long hall and somewhere else.

What's the nutshell biggest idea?

We are someone else's 'property' and 'creation',  simian-alien hybrids, rendered into 'chosen people' naked apes, who knot ties and ride public conveyances, with DNA manipulations, over eons, by the masters of our universe, who created this 'preserve', that we call Earth.
The higher alien technological life-forms, seen aboard  alien crafts by abductees , echo and mirror the lower Earth forms of feline, mantid, reptile, amphibean, insect, from their DNA donated and amended to Earth.
Good gameswardens never let the animals within suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve.
What's the gestalt, overview, the uniform molasses syrup that  myriad alien encounters/UFO experiences and reports resolve into?
They seek "sanctuary" within that bag of skin, we call,"I am".
Like yellow-jacket wasps, unerring and stubborn near a picnic cola can, these persistent beings are the farmers of the Universe and we are mere bovine creatures, to them; one does not negotiate or  presume an equanimity with cows.
Most ignore the nighttime farmer, as they are deep in R.E.M. sleep, but some, aware of the subtle tampering, kick the pail over and may even threaten the farmer.For these cows, regular milking thwarted by active resistance, the farmer no longer attempts to attend , but instead, more often than not sends in the butcher.
I have recognized another more positive truth:
One can learn to help oneself, by helping others, so troubled.
To mankind, what's the balance, on the benefits side, physical universe side to governments fully aware of this reptilian reality behind our curtains?
Alien technology, recovered from downed discs and other craft, has already inspired Skunkworks to give us the ability to recreate and reverse engineer:
        -lasers,
       -fiber optics,
        -nuclear power,
        -cold fusion anti gravity,
         -microwaves,
         -stealth technology,
         -weaponry sabers.
         - varied nanotechnology,
          -microchips,
          -specialized surgical tools,
          -cloning-genetic engineering and interspecies bypass techniques
           -psycho-tronics
and most recently a scramble to deduce 'smart skins' of craft which like chameleons, alter shape and color according to environments.
All of these magical technologies were successfully studied, reverse engineered and imitated.
We have a lot to be thankful for because of Klaatu, even though he is the complete opposite of the charming, handsome gracious, elevated spirit in film and in book.
He, in reptilian form and in grey form instead sees us in much the same perfunctory way, that we see chickens.Skunkworks is certainly merely setting deck chairs up, aboard the Titanic.

Postscript:

"For we are fighting with people not made of flesh and blood, but against persons without bodies—evil rulers of the unseen world, those mighty satanic beings and great evil princes of darkness who rule this world, and against huge numbers of wicked spirits in high places. 

 Put on all God's armor so that you will be able to stand safe." Ephesians 6.

Bio:

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. 

From all possible evidences, are there evil or divine aliens visiting Earth?

The debate as to whether or not we're alone in this galaxy has become a long, dull debate for the inexperienced -with- aliens- people, people intellectually polarized but who have had no direct experiences with alien intelligence .
It is this author's experience and conviction  that we are certainly not alone and  rather than argue moot issues with these other people, we in the 'know' must instead focus all of our intellectual energies towards distinguishing alien entities we either wish to emulate , from those alien entities we must at all costs avoid.
To us, S.E.T.I's  radio probing of space, for alien beings, is as silly as writing a note to one's dog, to meet in the backyard!
Predatory reptilians and their grey underlings prevail and they view our race of mankind as 'product'; as we have sheep and ride horses, they have us.
We have never been alien alone, nor will we ever be alien alone.
Highly technological 'alien' races seen aboard craft by abductees, donated their DNA to this preserve eons ago, and echo and mirror their lower Earth forms in reptile, amphibean, lepidopterous insect, feline and mantid.
No matter how you try to define any of the parameters, the deduced formal Drake Equation (N = R* x fs x fp x ne x fl x fi x fc x L) makes it impossible to imagine that we are, as sentient beings, just as good as it ever shall get.
The truth is difficult to digest: we are  aliens too; our ‘missing link' in evolution and in DNA,  came from the stars.
Beyond belief, we are a bio-engineered race, for whatever alien purpose that it served to happen.
Though all Earth's life species have evolved in response to their environments, humankind is oddly and uniquely different, in that we evolved in response to our sociological and  technological changes.
We, throughout millennia, have watched Earth ribald civilizations rise, ever so slowly, self-destruct and then eventually, fail .
This will continue until our race places its highest goal in seeking peaceful solutions within and without  itself.

             interactions between aliens and humans?

Imagine that you are a sperm whale and that three fishing boats are following you as circumnavigate along your  migration path alongside the Japanese coastline.

                                    UFO 1
joyous people hold an amazing variety of still and video cameras in their arms and line the boat's decks in the hope of gaining a splendid photo of you as you surface.
You realize that they mean you no real harm and that they hope to admire you.
If they can photograph your tailfin or touch you for a second, they'll be overjoyed and will recall that amazing experience for many years to come.

                                     UFO 2

This filthy , rusty and sinister vessel is not from Japan but from a very foreign land where theft and exploitation are everyday facts of life.
Those predatory sinister pirates stand upon  filthy cluttered decks and see you  as a rich source of perfume base, automobile and engine transmission oil and other equally desirable capital-producing products.
Diabolically aware of media attention, they wait for the first boat of sperm whale watchers to navigate far away as they do not want reporters snapping pictures of them firing and driving an evilly honed barbed harpoon into your body.

                                      UFO 3

You see an advanced spiritual yearning and determination in the eyes of those aboard this foreign ship as its Greenpeace captain does everything possible to place his boat between you and the razor sharpened armed harpoon gun of the second boat.
Humankind is self centered and arrogant enough to see itself differently and distant,  from the sperm whales who we either watch, save or exploit.
But the inherent similarity between whales and we  human- aliens,  makes us more aware of abductions from extraterrestrial ships which hover about our planet, in the same way that we hover above those sperm whales.
The  relationship between humankind and alien races is echoed in our behavior towards sperm whales; humans continue to murder and exploit sperm whales  merely for the value of their bodies,  a mere commercial species to be hunted with the tacit permission of most others.

There is presently an organized concerted effort on the part of more enlightened individuals, illuminated organizations and humane governments to attempt to ensure that we will always be able to hear whale songs and be able to witness the migration pilgrimages of these truly magnificent, highly vulnerable and intelligent spiritual beings of the sea.
In this same light, varied UFO extraterrestrial beings might view us in the same manner as we do view sperm whales.
Some might observe us from afar to wonder if we will dodge the extinction bullet that has very often claimed many other alien Earth species.
If we do survive, they will wait until we reach out to them, and should we ask them the right questions at that time, they will then advise us through our next stages of spiritual evolution.
Other UFO alien races, as is sadly evident, however, simply cannot see us as a sentient race remotely capable of ever being an evolving species.
They see us for all of our faults and use them as a pretext justification to farm us (throughout the Universe) in order to exploit us and maintain us in this Earth preserve, in the same manner that we manage and husband our Earth animals,in preserves.
The very best gameskeepers never let the animals within, suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve.
Equanimity? Respect? Co-existence?
Reptilians fancy us, as we view veal.
They and we know precisely how it works; they will cull and keep the best and let harsh evolutionary UnMotherly Nature filter out the rest.
Distant uninvolved as yet alien races may feel a parent's desire to protect and nurture our promising, infantile alien human race until we can stand on our own biped feet as an ‘adult' alien race .
But would we recognize the difference between exploiter, parental and advisor races?

Rip Off Alien Races -- Can you Take Me to Your Leader?

This bizarre and too familiar phrase invented by Hollywood, and by cartoons of "take me to your leader,"is worthy of closer inspection because the inherent truth within, "take me to your leader", is in essence "take me to whomever overpoweringly controls you."
As alien humans who do indeed exploit one another, we prefer to be impersonal about such exploitation.
We characteristically use henchmen and other underlings to victimize others for our own benefit.
As an example consider the billionaire railroad robber barons who never had to kick families from their farms, personally.
The government, private police and banks did it for them and saved them  effort and money in the process.
When exploiters do conduct their own exploitation, face-to-face, they always use wampum, minor gifts,  giving us taints of their technology to bargain for that which they wish to steal  at exploitive prices.
Some reptilian and small dark grey exploiters simply do enjoy doing such horrid dirty deeds with their own hands, using no tact.
Aliens here to exploit us for self-serving purposes do prefer to control us through such underlings, and none will do a better job than our own governments.
These predatory entities will offer us technological alien gifts  far beyond our present inventing and scientific means,  similar to the gifts given to the New York indigenous Native Americans, who sold Manhattan to the Dutch, in 1636 for trade goods worth in that era, about twenty-four gold dollars.
Alien exploiters, who appear to predominate, engaged in salvage, will do with us as they see fit, using species management reasoning, that humankind already employs in our nature conservation: we do capture wild animals to medically catalog, scientically tag and  evaluate to ensure the survival of their species.
While this may seem to be most worthy and noble in one sense, it is to the animals, a horrid and frightening violation of their lives.
You must remember that we capture, tag and test animals not solely to ensure survival of their species but to ensure  no disruptions in  supply of nutrition and animal by-products.
We need to keep in this in mind about UFO alien abducting exploiters; this is how they comparatively see and do treat us.
We are viewed as inferior but most valuable, and thus they  manage us for their own sinister purposes.
We are food to them, creative alien barbecue spices have for millennia been in place to mask the human road- kill taste.

                         Parental UFO Races:  Should You Grow Up

Just as there are exploitative races, there may indeed be distant UFO parent races who, like UFO alien exploiter races,view our alien human species as  infantile and inferior, prone to violence. They may step in , once we evolve to ascended masters of light.
But, what do do about the killing predatory types?
While some of us see barracuda as terrible killing machines who attack bathers and surfers, many see barracuda as a species deigned for soup; distant others may see barracuda as a necessary part of the web of ocean life.
Reptilians and small dark greys are in this mix as barracudas and one must pray for good reptilian race, to counter the continuing exploitation of mankind, as a 'product'.
Parental UFO races might also view us as a necessary part of the web of life, and worthy of some protection from the abusive acts of the UFO exploiter races, when and if Earth's alien- children grow up into grown and competent adults.
They may, however, like some parents, always treat us as just mere children and seek to meddle, because they feel that it is best for our own good.

Should we thus reject UFO alien parental races?

No, because without their help, we will be totally vulnerable to the UFO exploiter races.
Also, even if we do outright reject their help, they'll certainly most likely meddle anyway, because as a UFO parent race, they'll discount our requests as those of a perennially naive and immature alien Earth species.
What we always need to remember about the UFO parental races is that there will come a day when we'll have to stand on our own two feet, and when that day comes, the UFO parent races may also prove to be our most difficult and formidable impediment.
So then, with whom do we really want to associate with?

                            Alien Races Who Listen:

Americans seeking spiritual enlightenment have often traveled to the tops of the Himalayas, to seek the wise advice of mountaintop gurus.
When we do arrive there, we find ourselves talking more than these wise gurus, who prefer to sit and just listen.
The advisor finally answers us with a pertinent short, pithy and cogent insightful response that leaves us thinking,  "Wow, why didn't I think of that, in the first place?"
That measure of an alien race, as advisor, is the respect  it shows for the basic dignity of our alien Earth life, regardless of whether our species is perceived as less advanced .
It will show in the respect  for the sovereign rights of our own human alien species to shape its own view of the Universe and to shape its place in it.
When we consider what little respect and courtesy we now extend to one another and to all species of life on this preserve planet of Earth, it does surely explain why now distant UFO alien advisor races are  hesitant to make contact with us.

                      So, ARE alien abductions evil?

Evil, as a stipulated definition, is sinister, predatory and self-justifying and our human history and  our religions are replete with duplicitious reptilian masquerades.
For now, one group, abducted, taken by aliens, prefers to call themselves the positive label of"contactees" and sees an alien bouquet of roses. The other group of abducted, taken by aliens, negatively asserts themselves kidnapped as "abductees",  and they instead see an open, festering, bleeding wound.
Although I am in agreement with the second group, all that both groups can agree on, is that it's red.

New King James Version (NKJV)

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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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