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The fans seem to be working; either the little critters can’t materialize, project invisibly, because of the combination of all the swirling floor fans and ceiling fans, or they’re afraid that they’ll be sucked up, or it may be that the electromagnetic interference set up somehow thwarts them.

I do now believe that the invisible negative – thought entities, Jinns, who give me nightmares with horrible scenarios, are the same entities who separated my astral body from my physical body.

I awoke to see that the ceiling fan I’d left on had been shut off, and I awoke drenched with sweat.

They had gotten me.

There were odd deeply bright yellow stains on my pillow;endocrine milking?A foiled injection? I know that I hadn’t shut the ceiling fan off; I had drifted off to sleep with it on full tilt.

And the wall switch put it into work, again.

So maybe the fan is a partial defense…but against WHAT??!

I had a peculiar nighttime experience of high strangeness.

I ‘awoke’, (out of my body) in darkness by the hall steps just outside my bedroom.

I thought I was, perhaps, in transit back from the bathroom.

As I stood there, drowsy and off balance, wrapped in darkness, something was placed on my neck or something jumped from the top of the stair railing onto the back of my neck; some palm sized hand-puppet-like creature jumped on the back of my neck, gripped it tightly like a tiny koala and snugly climbed, moving up and positioned itself into the hollow of the nape of my neck where it clung tightly.

When it reached the top of the back of my neck it snuggled more deeply.

It held on with a clamp like grip, warm, small and unseen.

I reached up and back, in disgust and in horror, a quick reflex, to find that I had no power to lift my arms; they hung like dead wood at both sides of me.

My hair stood straight up and again I found I could not raise my arms to remove it and I began to jump, dance and twist, terrified to full awareness from sleep, now scared, aware of its presence.

It clung fast despite quick wrenching spasms of my head, neck and shoulders to dislodge it’s grip from the back of my neck.

I was paralyzed with panic, aware of this evil strange tiny creature holding fast to my neck, and again realized that my gyrations and twitches and spins were useless; it clung on the more tightly.

Again I panicked.

Now, beyond the confusing, frightening realization that my arms weren’t working, was the fresh horrifying disturbing fact that my feet were rooted like tree roots to the ground.

I tried to flee with this creature on my neck into our bedroom and awaken my wife who would surely be in horror at its materialization and reality and who would peel it from my neck and at the same time answer my shouted queries; what IS it!? what the hell IS it!?

I was stuck in a real nightmare.

My mind reeled in raw fear that threatened to stop my breathing.

My arms were not working, my legs were oddly paralyzed and the creature had dreamily nestled near my scalp warmly stuck fast, well up on the back of my neck as though safe and snug.

It held on, strange and silent.

I realized that I was just outside the bedroom door and thought, frustratingly;” I WANT TO GO TO SUSAN !”

I then floated into the room as though on an unseen conveyor belt, into the bedroom yelling, “Susan! Susan! What’s on my neck?! What is it?! Can you see it?! What’s on my NECK!!?”

I writhed and danced.

I awoke, in bed, (in my body), with my wife, Susan shaking me.

She was leaning over me looking at me with concern in her eyes.

“You were having a bad dream,” she said “I had to wake you.”

I realized that the tampering entities could also retrieve a whole host of unseen inter dimensional critters to plaque me and that my astral body as well as my physical body was subject to their creative harassment.

They seeme ed more insidious ; tampering could occur when I was asleep and “wandering”…

Very strange and creepy indigestible spiritual questions loom and dissipate.

Only God can protect me.

Out of body?

These entities, these greys, specialize in astral tampering.

Six months ago at about five o’clock in

Mid August, early in the morning, I awoke and looked up and down at my body in bed.

My feet were floating above my feet; two sets of me were visible, one above, one below.

I was leaning up, now agog, waist bent, staring, feeling my whole body tingling, vibrating and I thought, more in fear than in awe; “my God, isn’t this what happens at death?!”

My next FEARFUL unformed thought was that I had to stop this; I didn’t want to die.

But I fell into a deep sleep and awakened later, exhausted, not remembering.

That night, before dinner, Susan told me that my whole body had “shook without my seeing any appendage twitching” enough to wake her, a sound sleeper, the night before.

I told her my early morning remembrance and I realized that these inter dimensional thieves were fooling with my astral body or with my soul, itself and I suddenly longed for past feelings of being deeply religious.

I was frightened and aware of my “essence”, not my body, that I had discovered valuable to these entities.

How could such a thing happen or be allowed to happen, in God’s universe?

How can I explain their invisible , intrusive and harassing motives behavior and tactics?

How can I resist without evoking revenge or anger from these unseen thieves of body and soul?

Who can I possiblly talk to about these assaults, nightmares, nosebleeds, dreams, and poltergeist -like experiences?

Who could understand or advise me?

Only another abductee or experiencer who has successfully resisted the evil of psychic or spiritual attacks.

“And forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us”

In the middle of my playing bass guitar, at four in the afternoon, the radio on in the background, a feeling of sudden anxiety free and floating smacked me, making my stomach tight and my fear level climb.

I closed my eyes in sudden panic.

Beyond my own belief,

in my mind’s eye, three small blue – grey entities stood at the door, inside, watching me.

The leader intruded into my psyche or mind usurping and tried ‘taking control’, which causing an anxiety which I now recognized as an intuitive approach signal.

I ordered them out, putting the guitar down, shutting off the stereo and amp and mentally ordered them out!!

Out!! Out !! Out!!

I was swept with their raw surprise; two left, evaporated, one amazed and reluctant lingered.

I recited the Lord’s prayer and struggled inwardly to resist, ordering him out even as he hesitated repeatedly.

It took five long minutes, minutes that seemed much longer before the anxiety, a sign of the mental intrusion ebbed and I felt alone.

But I wasn’t.

I went into the kitchen to boil water for tea, leaving the room, turning my back and my mind away from the feelings in the living room.

A word appeared in my mind, emblazoned; it loomed in letters large and capital.

“BEREAVEMENT”.

With my eyes open, the words hung in space, as though an afterimage.

Were they sad I had resisted?

“Tough !” , I thought.

Would they again impose their negative psychic attack in dream scenarios and make me grieve in nightmares, make me cry heartbreaking tears?

What did it mean, more bad dreams?

In four days I was on a plane booked at a hotel to attend my father -in – law’s funeral in Florida.

Both the airfare and hotel rates were listed as “BEREAVEMENT” rates on both receipts.

As well as being invisible they can see into the future and tell us or warn us as suits them…

But it seemed as if it were a ‘slap’, a rebuke to have been told in such a cryptic stilted and intrusive off-handed way.

The word BEREAVEMENT was as much a response to my rejection of them as it was information.

And most importantly the “WORD” strongly confirmed that anxiety IS a symptom that intuitively alerts me that psychic intrusion, interference is happening.

If the word hadn’t appeared, I would not be positively sure that a wave of free-floating anxiety means that they’re already HERE and INSIDE…

I was never really completely sure before.

The word “BEREAVEMENT” confirms that I was right.

If I can fight them in the first initial stages I can resist more completely.

But how can you fight something that you can’t see?

They change tactics, redouble their efforts and make one pay heavily for resistance.

They’re addicted to abduction and also have access to inter dimensional creatures who do their bidding.

Fight?

Resist?

My analogy is one of cows grazing in a world – wide pasture.

They are simply cows who eat grass under God’s blue sky and don’t acknowledge or analyze because they’re only cows.

But they love life and God and his skies and his grasses.

Occasionally, something odd, bizarre, an experience of high strangeness occurs; the farmer comes and milks the cows.

Most pay no attention as they are just cows who eat grass and the experience happens when they are asleep or dully unaware.

The few smart cows who do resent the episodic intrusion, who are aware of the subtle meddling, kick over the pail and spill the milk.

They may even threaten the farmer himself.

For these cows, the farmer does not return; instead, he sends in the ‘butcher’ for these cows.

The ‘butcher’ is an evil, punishing entity, a demonic inter dimensional who (“MEDVED”) comes in the night to give illnesses, infections, pains, organ disease, death, all in bidding retribution for the abducting but now thwarted entities, who resent resistance, in any form.

I often wonder, when at air terminals, awash in crowds, or at a ball game, how many seemingly unaware “bovines are being “milked”, how many are truly troubled and aware of nighttime ‘visitors’.

How many people, thronged in diverse pursuits know?

How many merely suspect?

The accumulated, slow built ‘evidence’ suddenly looms as obvious to me as a trout in the milk.

But would cows recognize a trout in the milk?

Most would go on to chew grass under God’s blue skies and deny the subtle spiritual interference as a ‘bad dream’ or their imagination.

There is electrical interference with the T. V., bands of static and white noise every few seconds on all the channels, like someone is broadcasting, nearby, on all frequencies!

Ticks and knocks are heard in the walls; laying in bed in the darkness I hear soft but clear footfalls in the attic and more on the roof, paddling.

The floorboards red and termite ridden creak and pop as unseen entities walk by my footboard, as I toss anxiously.

I try hard to ignore the sounds, asking myself; “How can they just walk unseen, through walls and doors yet have enough seeming weight of specific gravity to make the floor creak?”

I begin to pray, trying to mentally resist, calmly now, over and over telling them to go: “Be gone, unclean, evil spirit. Leave me alone, the power of Christ, himself, the Blood of the Martyrs, God, himself, orders you to leave.”

-over and over -

I close my eyes, aware that anger and fear, all negative emotions, are food to them.

My repulse must be totally positive.

I try to think of them as marauding intrusive raccoons who stumble, motives unclear, into a trespass situation.

There are some who say that the entities forfeit their rights to not being attacked when they abduct, physically, when they intrude.

But they never materialize; even when I know that they’re PRESENT, physically, I cannot see them.

Sometimes a quick moving shadow or a flash of lights, (as though traffic could reverberate lights into a room with the blinds shut), is what I imagine I see.

They can either “cloak” the area of their presence, or as they are of higher intelligence and a higher vibrational level (not higher morals) they are simply invisible.

But they’re THERE.

The darkness of recall after some abductions may be that I just keep my eyes closed and that may explain the general “blackness” surrounding vivid abduction memories, dreamlike in quality.

“SLEEP!” “SLEEP!”

A hooded grey stands tall by the bed: “GO BACK TO SLEEP – DO NOT AWAKEN” forces my mind to resume dreaming.

I am in blackness.

When I awake, bereft of memories, tired, I swing my legs over the bedside to reach the floor, and open my eyes.

A voice, in my head, not my own, but much like my own says:

“Time to activate”

That stops me cold as I rise.

“Time to activate”??

That’s hardly my jargon or word-salad choice of words to describe starting another day.

“Time to activate” chills me as, (forgive me), EGO – ALIEN to my thought processes.

Here again,

I’m left to wonder, “What does it mean?” What?

Perhaps a “walk -in” has occurred into my mind psyche, an interloper -possessing – entity.

I refuse the thought; I don’t feel any differently.

But that sentence is so strange that it haunts me days later.

“Time to activate”

Am I being monitored? Controlled? It feels like “Time to activate” could be their jargon relating stoppage of oversleep pattern into consciousness.

Or is it replete with psychic or bodily conscious monitoring?

“Time to activate”

Activate what?!

What does it mean?!

I feel as though my inviolate rights, rights over my body and spirit have been repeatedly violated.

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.