Nightmares, Demons and Reptilian Aliens: More Post Abductions Notes by Paul Schroeder

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Nightmares, Demons and Reptilian Aliens; More Post Abduction Notes   

by Paul Schroeder

 

 

 

 

I am now able to dismiss the touches and psychic influences of trapped earthbound 
spirits during the day with astral hand sweeps; one visualizes large astral 
hands that sweep up and down along one’s body and like a magnet under a
paper  which disturbs iron filings orientations on the face of the paper, the
astral  hands’ sweep back and forth, up and down, along one’s body and disturb
and break  entities’ attempted energy connections.

Metaphysics isn’t imagination or mere  visualizations; it’s fighting fire
with fire .

Tiger balm, tea tree and  sage essential oil essences sprayed on my
ankles-spirits make a beeline for  one’s feet- also help as herbal repellents to guarantee my
unscathed, freer movements when I am out  and about town without my picking up, and bring home
negative entities these days. 

However, there seems to be a resilient, stubborn, resident negative entity
who is trapped and who frequents my house, especially who waits by my bed and who unfailingly without respite gives me 
mind blowing vivid nightmares almost every night, a sure sign of telepathic 
attack, a symptom of a demonic’s presence. Toss out Jungian and Freudian dream interpretations; they knew less than we thought.

Although I can feel it touch my arm with its energy fingers just before I go to sleep- my skin burns in
the characteristic telltale sign of a negative entity making an
attachment- astral sweeps and passive defenses seem to initially work to allow me
some minor unimpeded sleep.

But it is predominately the last dream period, the longest REM period,
where telepathic attacks are strong, imposed and most horrid; in addition, I awaken feeling spectral arms
around me.

The last dreams during early morning are always the most vivid and most
disturbing. Who would have believed that unseen beings could use our sleeping minds as screens to project their psychic attacks as images? Freud and Jung would be relegated to selling popcorn in the ante lobby.

The hour before dawn is the worst time. It seems that the powers of 
darkness are strongest then.

This is the hour of Lucifer, the light  bringer.

The worst telepathic nightmare attacks I have had over the years have occurred  during this
hour.

Passive defenses which usually work individually have all failed in
unison: an EMF grounding cloth placed under my bed sheet attached  to an alligator
clip and plugged into an electrical outlet’s ground attached to the
houses’ plumbing to remove any building EMF and static charges(entities use  EMF
and static charges to manifest),

burning sticks of incense,

a lesser
exorcism banishment tape recording playing on a loop all night on the computer, 

an
overhead circling ceiling fan,

protective pyrite crystals nearby,

table
night  lights left on, and sulphur fumes (from wooden campfire/ kitchen
matches) , quite an assemblage of passive defenses when amassed all  together.

 As well, I have been using  constant affirmations and prayers-; yet all of these combined have
yet to dislodge/ deter it.

 

It is stuck to my energies like gum to my shoe.

My wife sleeps in the same tortured bed and slumbers like  a large stone
dropped into a deep lake.

She thinks that my reports of psychic disturbances make me just chock full of wild blueberry muffins but her
sheer sense of solid dubiousness has also worked/helped to center me .

Alien abductions, just like ghostly hauntings,  are often person specific,
and only one person may indeed be affected, incidently or purposely or isolating that  person from support in
a family.

I have tried a new tack and have now prayed hard to my spirit  helpers and loved ones and kindred souls
on the other side, to appeal for me, spiritually, to the Council of Elders.

This council of souls, chosen and wise, unlike most people who cross over and then revert to a younger appearance, are allowed to maintain senior appearances; these souls are the other side’s ’chosen’  committee to be ostensibly
responsible for  all final approvals of everyone else’s  incarnation life -drawn- blueprint of lessons to be learned and inherent hardships for
each incarnation.

I fervently prayed for a  rethinking of my blueprint, an appeal, towards
what I believe was a much too  tough chosen spiritual blueprint.

 

 

I awakened in a
stark response, that same night,  during a deep sleep.

 

I was viewing, from above, looking down into a dark  enormous cavernous
underground rock grotto.

The overhead walls were  jagged with dark overgrowths of black mineral
deposits.

At the front of  the cave formation standing behind a type of a lectern,
looking down into a  large manuscript book, bellowing at the top of its lungs,
stood a towering,  dinosaur-like monster, its raw size and fierceness
beyond my description, its  body huge and muscular scaly and rocklike, its voice
radiating rage and hate. 

To the far left, tiny by comparison in scale, was a grouping of people. 

They were huddling together, shivering in fear; standing as my  advocates,
were a painfully few very frightened souls .

Only God knows  how many lifetimes I have previously lived before, but in
all those lifetimes it  seemed I had garnered no more than six or eight
souls, a tiny accumulation of  willing friends, a bare handful of souls willing
to represent me and my  heartfelt spiritual request.

The towering Reptilian like monster bellowed, 

“First, an easy lesson, then, a hard lesson, then, a medium lesson, then 
another hard lesson!”, as though in response to a challenge/ question put to
it. 

The cave echoed and vibrated.

I jumped/ awakened in bed in abject horror and I partially  understood the message intended, but
only to some extent; I was suddenly aware that my prayers for a spiritual
blueprint appeal had been answered.

And that my blueprint and my lessons for this lifetime, itself, were
seemingly in  the veritable hands of a hellish creature!

How could I or my higher self  or my better angels or God have entrusted
such a nightmarish entity with such a  blessed and essential task as my
spiritual growth and heavenly evolution unless.. Had I been a hellish soul?

Had I been a pirate cutthroat, a murderer thief who had this  lifetime been
“shifted”; had all this evil followed me into this lifetime  despite my
having been “shifted”, followed me nonetheless and inexorably? 

But, even if I could persue this recollection through regressive hypnosis, even

If I could verify that I was indeed a pirate in a previous existence, how
would it make life any easier for me now?

I have since learned, been told by some others schooled in such spiritual truths that there are indeed many souls/ people, and not necessarily
murderers, who have entrusted their souls, their blueprints, to  dark
entities to teach them essential lessons; that one often must needs traverse domains
of Hell, in order to reach any outskirts of Heaven..

I have tried  to remember to regularly pray since that horrid lucid
revelation, to pray that  the Light, that the Christ-light reclaim and resume sole ownership and sole stewardship of  my blueprint and all the future inherent lessons
therein, that I must learn…. 

Core Affirmation: “I am loved and I am worthy. I am safe and I am free.  I
am powerfully protected. I am master of my body and ruler of my mind.” 

“The foundation of all mental illness is the unwillingness to experience 
legitimate suffering.” C.G. Jung

P.S.       Author’s note:

Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for 
Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL he saw aliens float him out of his body,  in
his bed, at night.  Then, he knew  that they were interested in an  essence
he never suspected that he 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 people, to avoid the death that they fear and  to
steal  the spiritual recycling that we have.

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