"...you are too much; god sends certain people into dark corners to bring light; we are two of them; may the urls help to thwart unwanted alien attacks from people who have struggled through unknowingness to suspicion to resistance; we have spiritual rights we must activate and publicize.
"At night ,your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you rem, are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality. Like a goldfish who never suspects a greater world beyond the ponds surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality; groping, mouth agape in total ignorance. Aliens have failed to hybridize and now invade astrally, to abduct, monitor, and possess; entangle their energies with ours to ride the reincarnation rollercoaster of our auras giving a new meaning to a silent invasion; these are my experiences." - Paul Schroeder
"Part of the alarming nature of the unknown is its mysterious link to the known; I awake 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,and1:11 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 awaking me ,as the calculated odds of awakening each night precisely at those specific times is astronomically impossible. The message intended seems to throw me off balance and keep me wrapped in fearful confusion and lets me know that i am being toyed with but yields no greater insight than to let me know that when i sleep i wander amongst monsters and beasties.
"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 they were interested in an essence i never suspected I had; a soul. My glimpses into my last lifetime; glimpses afforded me directly by the entities who trouble me, either imposed, as lies, or retrieved, as truth tell me that we were inside precisely the SAME, in nuance and predilection and different, on the outside. That may be the reason we still have the same unresolved issues; we evolve so slowly, it may be a curse to continue, painfully, over and over and over just to make a little headway towards our spiritual goals. Those soul needs are acceptance, forgiveness, and love. But, here, in the flesh, those very spiritual feelings make it easier to become parasitized by these intruding, nighttime bedroom harassers who are the occupants of ufos and who stay with us from lifetime to lifetime; like the Dali lama they find us again, early in childhood. Our spiritual powers that interest and addict them are the very powers we can use to thwart further attacks, but like spraying for cockroach infestation it must be effective, as well as be regular, in application. They infect our auras with themselves and ride the reincarnation rollercoaster with us to avoid the death they fear and steal the spiritual recycling we have but for the most part, as a race of entities, are dully unaware of and its amazing implications. A loving god gives us many lifetimes to refine evolve our souls and we choose the lessons but these joyriding grays are like discorporate, incarnate souls stuck to our energies who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
"I, too, am convinced that effective repeated prayer that repels can and does work for me, intermittently; the entities whom abduct are unseen but the entities who assess the testing I've been submitted to are flat like a Gumby character, white like a refrigerator, tall, hooded and telepathic in nature. The brain is somehow detached from the front of the brain, where ones shoe hangs before ones eyes but one cant discern just what it is; that's what looking out of the crafts window and seeing nebulae and stars was like, precisely stated. The perspective I was waking to find i was asleep wrapped in delusional thoughts and scenes, I later discovered that these entities, just outside of sight, were keeping me and a host of others ,during a mass abduction, on short, psychic, surreal leashes of control while manipulating them around the craft for various purposes. The psychic nature of these entities is most uncannily canny and most who experience an abduction will not recall being inside an alien craft or will dismiss these vivid flashbacks as dreams. My only clue was awakening with the joy of dreaming about a wonderful wood inlaid staircase that brought me a rapture; it was unfurling, backwards, in my mind. The events around the picture and joy recalled at the staircase that revealed it was a ploy to erase the stars and nebulae id seen outside the window; a cruel mind controlling taunt that ultimately backfired for the controlling mind reading entity that imposed it. There is much yet to be remembered;
"keep watching the skies;"
-Paul Schroeder
"da whole short story at personal 'site" http://mercury.spaceports.com/~persewen/schroederbooklet.html