Use this prayer for Protection from abductions:
(1)Save me, O God, by thy name, and judge me by thy strength.
(2) Hear my prayer, O God; give ear to the words of my mouth.
(3) For strangers are risen up against me, and
oppressors seek after my soul; they
have not set God before them. Selah
(4) Behold, God is mine helper: the Lord is with them that uphold my soul.
(5) He shall reward evil unto mine enemies: cut them off in thy truth.
(6) I will freely sacrifice unto thee: I will praise thy name, O Lord; for it is good.
(7) For he hath delivered me out of all trouble: and mine eye hath seen his desire upon mine enemies.
Psalms 54: 1-7
I use this when I see and feel the enemy around me, although they cannot be seen with the naked eye, they speak and influence real people to do their bidding. "We battle not with that which is seen, but rather that which is unseen"...I know that now.
ABORIGINALS have been having abduction experiences for hundreds, or perhaps thousands of years.
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THE LAW: Little did I know, one of the groups arranged to have me put in jail. At the time I was considering leaving the navy man and the whole study. It started when I eluded the police because they tried to pull me over on a number of occasions. Each experience involved someone formerly tipping them off before I was to drive somewhere, and they were waiting (hiding from open view) to apprehend me. It happened even if I was going with the flow of traffic and surrounded by other cars. To me it was an obvious set-up and I felt betrayed. So, when I would see their flashing lights in my rear-view mirror, I merely made some fast maneuvers through traffic, quickly averting onto back streets. The chase would only last a short time before I'd manage to lose them; because they couldn't figure out which directions I had turned. However, by the second time I eluded them, they decided to get out the police helicopters. They saw me hide the car in the navy man's garage. They surrounded the block, and went into his apartment, but I was walking out the back door in a change of clothes. I had been dressed in the navy mans expensive suits, with a hat, when they saw me driving. I had a big leather bag from Bogotá South America over my shoulder, and it was stuffed with a half rack of beer. I walked right up to their barricade. When they asked me which house I came from, I pointed right at the one where the police were inside, in the navy man's apartment. Then I told them they were making me late for catching my cab so they needed to let me go. Neighbors told them, after I walked away and got picked up hitchhiking beyond their vision (by some of the neighbors) that it was me that was driving the car. I was the heroines of the neighborhood. Amazingly, these were all wealthy people, not thugs.
A couple months after I had escaped arrest the police happened to be passing by and had spotted me sitting in the upstairs window of the apartment (I think they were actually watching the place). Roughly half of the police department surrounded the apartment. Six of them broke into the downstairs and apprehended me in my room upstairs. Four officers assaulted me on the way to jail. A number of people being booked in at that time, saw the officers tossing a coin. Those eyewitnesses later testified that the winners of the toss, four officers at a time, took turns coming into the solitary cell where I was being held and brutalized me off and on for 24 hours. They charged me with assaulting officers to make it seem like I had been initiating it. I had to be rushed to emergency from jail. The funny thing was, I had many friends in law enforcement; and none of them had any idea what those "rookies" were doing at the time. I heard later that the officers involved were fired.
I was put in jail for a month. While I was in jail, some higher branch of government took over the operations of the jail (the jail is more like a hotel, quite comfortable with very little crowding). They evacuated the areas where the cells were while they installed special high-tech equipment to monitor my conversations and activities. The inmates and I were made to wait in the exercise gym for long periods of time. Many of the inmates had seen strange looking teams packing in sophisticated looking equipment. They were seen setting it up behind a metal door that was situated right beside my cell. They were also observed installing monitoring devices all over the jail.
Federal Government appointed lawyers came to speak with me. Each explained how it was a great injustice on the part of the police department that I had been harassed and arrested and they wished to help me fight them in court. I told each one (sometimes vehemently) to leave me alone. I stayed in my cell most of the time and after a month I was released to face sentencing.
I was charged with forty-five major offences all being fabricated, except the felony eluding on five counts; that was five years in prison for each felony. The judge ordered me to go to a rehabilitation center for close to a year instead. I thanked the Lord that I was not charged as a felony offender.
I got two years probation and lost my license for five years. The Judge said I must have been on drugs or alcohol to be so inclined to out run dozens of police cars and helicopters five separate times, without being found until weeks afterwards. So I was ordered to undergo four months of in-patient at the most feared drug facility.
He was especially interested in how I managed to park the car, take refuge, and then walk away right under the police’s nose each time. I explained what I had done in detail. He was quite entertained and had laughed openly, much to the embarrassment of the police officers brought into court. they were obviously seething from being out maneuvered.
REHABILITATION PROGRAM: After the trial, I mistakenly got involved with a non-believer; the pregnancy with my youngest daughter resulted. His father was a minister, but he was the 'black sheep' of his family. Although I was extremely distraught about having conceived, I had to accept the fact that her life was no accident in the Lord's eyes.
Her birth came when I was to serve my appointed time in Rehab (for the eluding charges). Due to her birth, I was introduced to the nightmare of evil beings that had taken over a portion the medical profession. Many different individuals and friends who had been in certain emergency rooms, as well as actual doctors and nurses I had spoken with personally (one was my neighbor), warned me that a couple hospitals were rampant with strange personnel that seemed like alien beings posing as medical technicians. I was warned never to go into emergency rooms at certain hospitals because people were going in and not coming out. They were dying of infections, sent to surgery totally unrelated to their illness or injuries, or taken off medication they needed and given others. These posers resided mainly in emergency and obstetrics. They were pretty well clueless about what to do for the well being of humans. Some of the horror stories I had heard (from doctors and nurses themselves) were pretty accurate. I believed that the original people were all prescription-drug-addicted people to begin with, and that was how the evil beings took over or replaced their bodies.
My stay at the rehabilitation center had been delayed until I had the child, so the authorities were right there when I went into labor. First, these doctors and nurses challenged me about having my child in the natural way. Since my older daughter was sixteenth in the nation to be born underwater in a very large hot tub, natural childbirth was the only method I believed in. I wasn't asking to use a big tub again, but I wanted no labor induction or anything unnatural. It almost came to a physical altercation with the doctors and nurses who seemed to believe the more complex the better. They were like mindless creatures suggesting and/or performing totally unreasonable procedures on people in their care.
I was picked up at the hospital by the Rehab staff the morning my baby girl was born, even though I was hemorrhaging. My bleeding related to their hasty procedures trying to force my labor with a saline solution and drugs. She was allowed to stay with me since I was breast-feeding her. This particular Rehab was like hard core Boot Camp, one of the toughest in the country. But my past disciplines made it go pretty smoothly.
During our stay, I was unexpectedly reacquainted with a man I once dated a few years before my marriage. He was the director of the rehabilitation facility. This guy had been involved with the government, and some of the experiments on human subjects’ back in the early seventies at Eastern State Hospital. During an in house meeting I somehow persuaded him to divulge to everyone (who was there for treatment) the fact that the government had knowledge of a special control over their drug use. He then asked everyone how he or she would feel if they knew that they had absolutely no choice about having been involved with drugs. He told them that the feeling of a high and physical addiction was produced with special equipment, but he did not divulge who was using that equipment. Many people immediately knew that he was confessing to the truth, and were quite disturbed.
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During one meeting it was my turn to speak, my voice changed to the most unusual tone and there was a very strange sound vibrating the whole room. Everyone was filled with joy. I told them all (about 50 people) that they were special to the Lord, and that they would be rewarded for choosing him to overcome their torment of drugs and the influences surrounding them. When I finished talking they couldn't speak right away. When it came time to leave the meeting, a few questioned, "How did you do that? How did you sound like an angel, and make the room vibrate like that?" I told them it just happens at times.
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THE CHUPACABRA-1995: At this time I was struggling with extreme unexplained phenomenon. It was as though that type of thing followed me around once I was exposed to it. My little girl, Mireesha, was only about 4 yrs. old when this happened. We were watching TV one evening when we heard a great commotion out on the front porch. We opened the door and there at the front entrance was a white colored, freakish looking dog animal trying to capture a cat. It was sitting up. It had claws on all four feet with long dew claws on the inside of its front legs. It stared at us for a few moments with big reddish slanted eyes, jagged-fanged teeth, spiky hair around its shoulders and down its back, and a long tail. It made a sort of growling sound. The cat jumped up and ran away, and then the creature ran after it. It jumped our fence, which was as high as a person's chest. It was freaky to see it jump that high because its size was about that of a medium sized dog. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw it running on its hind legs after it jumped to the other side (the fence was made of wire mesh). My daughter said, “Mommy, that was a devil creature.” She had nightmares for months after seeing it. She referred to it as, “the creature.”
For sometime after that we could smell a strong odor of death under the house where there was a crawl space, and we had heard something large fighting under there from time to time. Sometimes at night we heard sounds like a large animal killing something up in the attic. There was a broken out window up there and it was not difficult to climb from the garage roof over to the window. A friend went up there to look one day and saw bones and carcasses of cats and small dogs between the rafters. Animal control told us that there had been no wolves or cougars reported in the area.
About a year later, we saw descriptions on the news (from people's drawings) of the same type of creature down in Texas and Nicaragua as the one we had seen on the front porch. My daughter insisted the "space people" brought them here. I believed they were getting through energy fields created by the nuclear energy plants and materializing in all different locations around the world. Thank the Lord I don't see anything paranormal anymore.
UNDERGROUND- I am part Native American, both Nee-me-poo (Nez Perce) and Spokane. My father, aunts, uncles, and grandparents were raised on three of the reservations from Idaho to Colville. They taught me to be respectful of the wilderness, and in these parts of the country, I have always had an innate relationship with nature. I became one with it whenever I visited there, and felt coddled and protected. My comfortable feelings came from trusting it the way it was intended; when the loving Creator unfolded it from His vast consciousness.
Animals are not afraid of me and even as a child I have befriended almost every native species as pets. But, for the past ten years I have noticed something very different in the hills of Spokane and surrounding country. Even as far as the mountains of Chewelah and Colville there is “something abuzz,” literally. I have gone up to certain areas and heard a low deep humming sound that is in no way explainable from the surface. Whenever I heard this sound I noticed that the animals did not approach me and were not anywhere around.
The first time I heard it I thought I was just sensing power lines nearby. I hiked through the area only to find nothing visible. I did however find that there were tall wire fences around some areas. I have been told it is Army land. I remembered thinking it strange that I had seen Army personnel driving around at various times, as though they were hunting.
A friend that lives in the area, and sometimes hunts there, told me that they come and go but that it has never been understood what they are doing. He said they disappear somewhere, yet there are no buildings around. He said that he always avoids those places with the wire mesh fences, mainly because men dressed in army garb suddenly show up. He said they have a menacing presents as they drive back and forth close by; as an indication of their desire for curious people to leave. I have talked with numerous others who tell me more often times than not, a black helicopter starts circling over your head when you get too close to the fence. I have personally had that experience myself.
I mentioned that I could hear a deep low humming sound like huge power generators of some kind. He said, including himself, many people that live near these areas heard it off and on. He told me that another strange thing was that whenever the humming was there; the animals disappeared for a while, as though they did not like the sound. I know now it was not just my imagination.
BIGFOOT SIGHTING I believe that I have seen a Sasquatch, or some similiar creature; this is the only explanation I can form for the mysterious events that took place in the mountains of North Dakota this past winter(2000). We had been cross-country skiing, and were holed up for the night in an exsquisite little rustic cabin, and were preparing to turn in for the night.
We heard a strange bellowing sound emenating from the woods by the cabin; we first dismissed it as an animal of some sort, but began to get a little suspicious when the sound continued for ten minutes or so and became quite unsettling. Grabbing a shotgun, my companion Markus and I stepped outside the cabin to investigate. The sound increased in loudness as we approached. Both of us had begun to get quite disturbed by this point, as the bellowing seemed to sound a little too human-like. What I saw next shocked me, and the image will be etched into my memory until the day I die.
A creature, which looked much like an ape, and entirely covered with coarse hair, was caught in a bear trap, which was chained to a tree. I felt a mixture of horror and pity, for this obviously injured creature, who's blood had turned the snow red in the surrounding area. As we approached it, Markus kept the shotgun pointed at it as we stepped closer for a better look. The creature screamed so loud that we couldn't help but try to free this all too human-like creature. Nevertheless, we were scared to death of this freakish thing. The creature seemed to calm down as we approached it, and we noticed that it had very dark beady eyes, and the hair was thinner around the face, such that you could see its dark leathery skin underneath. It reeked an awful odor, and had burrs stuck in some of it hair. It was about the size of an older child, and we concluded that it must be a young of this strange species.
We finally managed to release the trap, and as the creature was freed, it ran into the woods, leaving a trail of blood behind it, which we followed for a while, until it came to a small creek; we were unable to tell where it had fled to after it crossed it.
Markus and I returned to the cabin, quite spooked, and had decided to get some rest and look for it again in the morning. Needless to say, we had some trouble getting to sleep that night, and slept with the shotgun close by.
The next day, we found the trail of blood again and returned to the creek, but were unable to find where the creatures footprints came out of it, and we presumed that it may have wither drowned or swam down in some distance. Frustrated, we gave up, and with no material evidence, decided it would be best for the both of us not to repeat the story, lest we be labeled quacks or crackpots.
Frankly, I probably wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen this amazing creature with my own eyes. I should have brought a camera. ~Story by Skeptico
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