an amalgam of essays

Alien Recycling of Human Souls;the Devil's Work Some people do not return,after abductions If the alternate truth, weren't so very scary, Id say that there are no things worse, than death ,at the hands of these malicious alien creatures . What IS worse,then, is birth,again,at the hands of these... ( added 2 days 3 hours ago.) The Jinns 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... ( added 23 days 23 hours ago.) Physical and Telepathic Nature of the Synthetic Job Beings Who Are Sent To Do Abductions When I was seventeen one of my abduction experiences ended violently. One night I pretended to be asleep; going into deep, regular breathing, visualizing a dream I would like to be in. The wallpaper on three walls bulged,and small beings with... ( added 24 days 19 hours ago.) Alarm Clock Demons 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... ( added 25 days ago.) A Tapping;Why Do Abductees Suffer Spinal Ailments? A tapping, delicately, on my back. I am sitting up on a table, feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity, like two mirrors facing each other. Farmers milking cows; on each table, a person... ( added 25 days 3 hours ago.) After Close Encounters Comes Nightmares It started at 8:00 P.M, Saturday night , December 2nd, after a series of ice storms in New York The ground ice crunched under my feet,white -blue icy -snow covered the sidewalks, underfoot;overhead, a total, low,thick, overcast ceiling .(... ( added 26 days 3 hours ago.) Tinkerbell (A True Story) Giordano Bruno- February 1600 (burned at the stake by Church Bishops for teachings against the Church) "Innumerable suns exist! Innumerable earths circle around their suns, no worse and no less inhabited than this globe of ours. For no reasonable... ( added 26 days 22 hours ago.) My Alien Abduction, Recalled - Vague and Vivid Snip-pits of Memory I am the priest and all is true.The recall experiences were dreamlike in nature ; there is no other way to describe the astral-surreal limited awareness at the time. Going backwards,in my mind, to unfurl vague and vivid snip-pits ,revealed that I... ( added 26 days 23 hours ago.)SearchWarp.com Author, Paul Schroeder

demons and greys collect souls

If the alternate truth, weren't so very scary, Id say that there are no things worse, than death ,at the hands of these malicious alien creatures .What is worse,then, is birth,again,at the hands of these creatures. A very different endgame is unnaturally inherent after our deaths. As if lifetime abductions weren't enough,imagine many series of lifetimes , husbanded by grays, who can interfere with our souls transit ; they collect and garner souls and transfer them into soulless bodies they've created,bypassing the God -natural recycling,planning of HEAVEN,_EARTH,_HEAVEN,_EARTH for our souls designed evolution .. Imagine struggling to awaken spiritually ,again,in another infants body, with imposed amnesia,again,but this time after time,no Heaven between lifetimes. Your only spirit unseen guides and helpers are reptilians and greys who orchestrate joys and create horrors for you so that you're always their productive property for their milking. And at our death, rather than return to our home,Heaven,we are their property, a means to an end , an inherent spiritual nightmare. When greys say;WE HAVE THE RIGHT ,in a response to abduction complaints,its because they've invested much time in us,that's exactly why they know,when asked, so very much, about our previous lifetimes..paul

we are NOT alone

A tapping, delicately, on my back. I am sitting up on a table, feeling gentle taps on my back, watching a series of images, myriad tables receding into infinity, like two mirrors facing each other. Farmers milking cows; on each table, a person sits up and is examined by a small, slim, white, intent, fragile, large eyed creature. Their fingers probe lightly, gently, purposely, like playing a piano. They are milking Chakras or Kundalini nerve centers, seven along each person’s spine. Their touches stimulate hidden DNA sequences as well as retrieve and store data and information along the length of the spinal chord, along a library of nerves. Like ants milking aphids they spend careful time and effort, gently, delicately, fingering each spine in a long sequence of tables, like marionettes playing human harpsichords. These manipulations of spinal nerves initiate secret, as yet unbidden DNA sequences, which dangerously age and disease and trouble the somatic body and mind of an abductee. (After an incident my finger and toe nails had to be trimmed twice every day; early sequences causes acceleration of aging and growth of certain cells.) There are horrible psychic and emotional results from activation of these spinal sequences too quickly as well. Inter dimensional leaking occurs; one senses other unworldly creatures and flirts with the beast of madness, itself. What is subtly being programmed, stored and retrieved In our spinal chords? We are Manchurian candidates of stellar proportions. Inter dimensional bleeding through into our dimension? Pranks predominate. Objects disappear to return days later in strange places,and there's always a powerful sense of being watched by large eyes. On a Tuesday,afternoon in late June, I entered the back of the house, passed by enormous four foot wide, four foot tall flower pots, each weighing as much as a man, containing ten foot tall Canna plants,looking tropical in nature and in full bloom. I opened the back door and entered the vestibule into the kitchen; I could not take another step. Glancing backwards, over my shoulder, I saw that both enormous pots had been turned over. The wide elephant- ear-like leaves and tall orange- red flower -tops now bloomed sideways, sprawled to the ground, in a fraction of a second. I became suddenly aware of a very untoward realization .I would likely need entity removal and aura cleaning and protection, as in addition to this poltergeist nonsense, I was besieged with elements of telepathic attack: nightly evil nightmares,a sense of pervading anxiety and a confluence of accidents and surgeries .And all these experiences AFTER my sightings of UFOs and recalling some abductions. Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor, is their best defense.. Who, in one's 'right mind' can one even discuss these things with? Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people. Why did things get worse? In deep despair and confusion ,(the plants overturned ,overwhelmed me with poltergeist shock that was so sudden and so profound),I stopped and prayed aloud for a spiritual sign. “God, if there is a spirit world and it is real, and I can ask for protection, send me a sign: God, send me a white bird, up close and personal, in my face, on my window, as a sign” I put my whole heart and soul and angst into this prayer and minutes later, busy else where, I forgot it, as it promptly receded into the recesses of my mind. The next day, on route to work, following the same path I always drive, I made a right turn, and high over the street of cars, I saw a cloud of some one hundred gulls, hovering, wheeling, circling overhead, as if attracted by garbage or a dumpster, although none was in evidence. As I glanced up at the raucous flock, one white gull swerved to within an inch of my windshield, glossed passed and made eye contact with me. It lasted maybe two seconds. Preoccupied with driving and having totally forgotten my fervent spiritual request from the night before, I drove on, momentarily startled, but dully unaware of it’s significance. After a strenuous day at work I returned home, lit a prayer candle and began to voice again my special request for a sign when I remembered the morning gull. I HAD asked for a white bird on my window, up close and personal. Had I been given that sign the very next morning? I decided to be skeptical but not cynical.What would be a critical test?I decided that If I saw any gulls in the area anywhere while in transit on the way to work for the next two weeks, I would know that it was a coincidence or a quirk of fate not a sign that I asked for. Repeatedly,In my minds-eye,I was haunted with an odd afterimage,a close up of the birds black beadlike eye.Why was the black eye of that bird, which whizzed passed so fast, so fixed in my mind? For two weeks, each day, I scanned the horizon and landscape for a sign of gulls hovering, as I believed a flock so large would certainly reappear somewhere. I never saw one bird. I decided that I had been given a wonderful sign and it has given me the courage and the confidence to feel protected in this fight against the unseen harassing entities.

post ufo sightings and unseen harassment

Presence of mind is our greatest weapon, the ridicule factor, is their best 'defense'... Who, in one's 'right mind' can one even discuss these things with? Paper, is indeed, much more patient, than people. When did thing get worse? It started at 8:00 P.M.,, Saturday night , December 2nd, after a series of ice storms, we, in New York sustained.. The grounds ice crunched under my feet,blue icy -snow covered sidewalks, underfoot;overhead, a total, thick overcast ceiling .( temperature about 30o, and very little wind) I glanced up, overhead, coming down my driveway into my backyard pantry door and almost dropped my groceries .Ufos were assembling,overhead,their engines,below, glowing dark red against the blackness. I stared,puzzled ,arms akimbo, stared up at a strange, but not yet disturbing or revealing sight. Overhead, a clean, crisp hole was cut into the overcast, revealing bright stars amidst the reddish circular craft bottoms; It was as though a cookie- cutter had sliced a clean mile- circular hole, into the cloud - cover above. Everywhere else was thickly overcast, but almost at zenith, was a perfect circle of clearing.My mind could not accept sudden realization; What looked like a red child's balloon floated into view, a bright red against the stars and outlined blackness. The first red balloon stopped, joined by two more, which floated in and hovered equidistant from the first. All three,now four and five,now,six and seven,now eight and nine balloons hung red, overhead, stopped, in the center of the cloud 'hole'. As I stared upwards, at neck breaking zenith, puzzled at their no longer drifting motion, three more floated into view, at the rear of the growing formation, a flotilla of closely assembled red balloons! All hung motionless, overhead ,as I slowly,now for the first time, felt a sense of awe grow; my mouth fell open with raw wonder. As one more joined, slowly, from the rear, assembling North to South, overhead, a group of nine or ten escaped red- children's balloons, hovered in the center of a circular blackness with bright stars, cut into a heavy white cloud cover. What could they be? Balloons drift with the wind,I thought,not group,in place,together; they're not migrating, hovering birds; what are they!? I stared in wonder, awe tingling my forehead, stomach and arms.My mind reached out to them for a long minute, in intensity. Their color changed from bright red to light lavender purple, all together, all at once. Quickly,flashing away, like minnows in a pond, they peeled off in pairs, from West to East, heading toward Montauk, and were gone in several seconds leaving the hole overhead,still twinkling with stars,but craft empty. I am convinced that this "sighting" has everything to do with the onset of spiritual and mind experiences of high strangeness. Did they climb down the ladder of my awe to find me? Or is it that my "sighting' was no 'accident'? Which one came first, the chicken or the egg? Maybe, it was the farmer that came first. Was that 'circle,in the clouds necessary for their needing visibility, or was it designed, for me needing visibility? These meddling, harassing, unseen entities may be, in fact, the occupants of those 'crafts' I stared at. I cannot be truly alone; there must be many like me, aware, resistant, troubled, and amazed. If nothing else, these 'critters',operating those craft, have renewed wonder, in my life,that long lost sense of AWE and also renewed much faith.I now trust that the unseen does exist for malevolent ufo entities. They've also destroyed the actuality and concept, itself, of getting a "good night's sleep." Sleep is now replete with danger and loss of control of consciousness. Now, my astral body wanders unknowing, while I sleep, among beasities and monsters.

waiting for our end

Why aliens abduct humans The mystery of the alien's little black box. Why aliens abduct humans. For years there were accounts of alien encounters where the aliens showed a little black box to humans. The aliens held up the box and pointed to it, then returned to their spacecraft and left. People having such encounters wondered why the aliens did not try to communicate with them further. The contents in the little black box remained a mystery for decades. Thanks to investigators such as Budd Hopkins and Dave Jacobs, we now know what is in the box. The box contains a live fetus of a hybrid which is part human and part alien. Showing the box is an act of triumph. The aliens plan to colonize the earth with their new race and replace the human race. By showing the box the aliens are demonstrating that they have succeeded in creating a replacement for the human race. After aliens take either sperm or eggs from humans, depending on their sex, or in some cases, an alien/hybrid baby, the human abductees are taken into large rooms in the alien's spacecraft containing alien/hybrid fetuses in tanks at different stages of development. Abductees wondered why they did this. The answer is now obvious, the aliens are showing humans their replacement. The aliens are in effect telling abductees that the new alien/hybrids will replace them. There will be no more humans on the earth. Nothing could be more frightening. Click to enlarge Click to enlarge Click to enlarge These are a child's drawings of alien/hybrid children, the new race the aliens will use to replace the human race. Casteel: Well, again, I guess the one ray of hope is the possibility that it won't be a cruel form of oppression to live under them. Jacobs: Well, that certainly might be possible. I don't think it's going to be a cruel form of oppression. I just think it's going to be very different and not to our liking. I don't see an oppressive situation necessarily. I don't think that we're going to be whipped like a slave in a galley on a Viking ship or something like that. But at the same time, I do not see the freedom of movement and action and activity that we have now. Individual freedom and freedom of thought and all that to be the same in the future as it is now. You've got to remember these beings are telepathic beings. They tap right into your thoughts. I don't want anybody tapping into my thoughts. When I was down in Brazil earlier I gave a paper on what it's like to live in a telepathic society based on abductees' testimony about the society that the aliens live in and the kind of telepathy that the abductees experience. And Sean, you don't want that society. You want to be private. You want to keep your thoughts private. You want to have individual expression, individual thoughts. You want to be able to do what you want to do without anybody knowing. And in their society, that's not necessarily true. It's a different kind of society. So, is alien integration into Earth's society already a given? Will we lose many of the freedoms we currently enjoy to the superior capabilities of the aliens and the hybrid offspring that are also a part of us? The old truism "Only Time Will Tell" seems operative here, as it does with so much of the UFO mystery. And in the words of rock singer Tom Petty, "The Waiting Is The Hardest Part."

the abduction remembered

I am the priest and all is true; the experiences were dreamlike in nature because there is no other way to describe the astral-surreal limited awareness at the time; unfurling these vague and vivid snip-pits of memory revealed my knowing more than I knew, consciously ,or what it all meant. Relaxation techniques, slowly bought him to an altered state; under hypnosis, a series of subconscious motor reflexes, a twitch of a different finger cemented a conversation with the body, not the mind; the thumb, indicated "Yes", the middle finger, "No", the pinky, "I (can't) won't answer". This technique would confront repressed fear, avoidance, or directives to forget, and allow direct conversation with the unconscious. By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell asleep. Doctor: "Let's begin; can we talk about his bad dreams?"Priest: (film shows quick flash of thumb;) "Yes" Doctor: "Go back to the day the two puppets floated outside the window, and, below consciousness, recall what happened, that afternoon. Show me that you begin by moving the "yes" finger, and the end of that recall by moving the "no" finger." Priest: (film shows "yes" and "no" twitches) Doctor: "Good; started and ended. Is there any unconscious, additional information, the father has not remembered concerning that afternoon?" Priest: (finger twitches quickly with the "yes" thumb movement) Doctor: "What happened? See it remotely, as if you're in a projector booth, watching yourself, on a screen; what happened?" Priest: (increasing stress) "I don't want to answer digit", pinky, signal. Doctor: "No? You don't want to tell me? Fine, can you talk to me orally, tell me what you're feeling?" Priest: (more negative finger) Movements with agonized breath. Doctor: "You refer to this as October,1999. Whatever happened was long ago. You're safe and in control; are you reluctant to talk about it because it's too upsetting?" Priest: Film records positive finger movement Doctor: "Freeze the scene and see part in full frame; like a snapshot? Is it okay?" Priest: Film shows a "yes" twitch. Doctor: "A still slide projected on a faraway screen; you're up in the projection booth watching the father in the theatre." Priest: "As I was looking through the window, the eyes looked back. Staring back. The eyes are not normal." Doctor: "Look closer; what else do you notice?" Priest: "The face doesn't have any teeth, it's not a normal face. It's gone, now." Doctor: "Feel the relief that the face is gone. Now I have a question for your unconscious to answer by finger movement. Has any harm been done to the father during the faces' presence?" Priest: (records a quick "no" answer) Doctor: "Now what happened, later, that night, when you felt, sensed something by your bed? Was there anything done to the father, physically during that time?" Priest: Head is shaking "no" and the finger movement is saying "yes", softly; "They took my clothes", sadly "They took my priestly vestments". Doctor: "Who did?" Priest: Very agitated, legs twitching, shoulders twitching. His head shook on a negative reaction. Doctor: "Is the "no" for then, or now? You keep shaking your head "no"." Priest: "For now". Doctor: "You don't want to talk about it?" Priest: "No". Doctor: "Do you want to remember it when you come out of trance?" Priest: "No". Doctor: "Do you want to remember it some other day?" Priest: "No". Doctor: "Below consciousness, I want to ask your hand some questions. Hand in the course of that encounter, did the father leave the house?" Priest: Thumb, positive finger response, "yes". Doctor: "Was he removed from the house?" Priest: (another "yes" response) Doctor: "Would it be all right for him to remember the things that happened?" Priest: (an animated "no" response) Doctor: "Without him reliving the experiences, would it be all right for him to rememberwhat he saw?" Priest: The little finger jumps repeatedly with "I don't want to answer" response. (Slowly) I want to see what happened. Doctor: "Repeat that, please, say it again", speak of the priest as "He", it is not you, but a picture". Priest: "He was on line, on a "tour", waiting on line, inside something large, humid, slowly entering a large carrier ship."He is flying high over lush green tree landscape, over rolling tree lined hills. He knows that it is night but the fields and countryside below are lit up as though it were day but he knows it's night because he is dreaming. For a few brief seconds he sees the green granular nature of the trees below and a visual exhilaration of flying combined with a sense of peace and happiness. He marvels at the texture and color and his movement above it. He is dreaming but he is awake.He is told by a tour guide, who is always just out of sight, that he is to wait on line for a tour of the insides of a country estate. He is numb and is dreaming. But he feels that he is awake.He is moving forward, people in front and in back of him, all adults on a narrow path surrounded by flat, English gardens. It is hot and humid with the rank smell of soil. People clutch what looks like brochures and move slowly in a single line, towards the country estate. He feels bored, but he is mildly interested. A ticket taker sits at the entrance way, on a stool behind a lectern; He is a slim teenager but as he looks, he turns into a kindly old man.Everyone is awake but dreaming.Inside is a waiting room; a dull, white room with no adornments and a black floor. In the room,middle-aged men pace and look worried. Some of the men move towards a buffet table, strangely empty of food or drink. An unhappy, slight, balding man peeks up at him from the paper cup he is holding in hand and makes furtive eye contact. The tour guide, who always remains out of view, now tells him that it is a cocktail party. He senses an uncomfortable corporate uneasiness in each face that repels him from the room. He thinks to himself: I'd like to find the hosts of this party and give them a piece of my mind; no food no drink! What kind of party is this?As he starts off to look for the host with that thought in mind, he is slapped with an emotional wave of terror and remorse. It is the tour guide again who tells him it would not be a good idea to insult the host. In the dream, he asks himself , why would it scare me to insult the host if I have no idea who the host is? But he has the feeling of having averted jeopardy, he quickly dismissed the idea.He went back into the party. Everyone stared at his nakedness.He blinks and looks again; many hold and drink from invisible cups and are half dressed. Each man is in an unhappy jittery dream. He is quickly overwhelmed with the feeling of not belonging in that room. Although the tour guide is watching, he sneaks out into another less crowded smaller room. Free-ego-child-wild and mischievous glee overcomes him. He drops and darts under a table whose tablecloth drops to a few inches above the floor. He is underneath. He is hiding. No one knows. Again he is suddenly gripped with a joyful childishness that forces his eyes and mouth into contorted joy.He can hear voices of the people talking in the room but he feels safe, hidden, draped on all sides by white cloth. Someone is about to pull the tablecloth up and find him; the tips of black shoes intrude under the cloth's edge. He reverts, atavistically; growling electrified, animal like and launches himself, snarling, forward. It is a dream within a dream. A bright light and he is dreaming, but he knows he is awake; He is not awake but moving, climbing up a steep stairway ladder path-bridge in a very large room , still in line with people in a guided tour, dreaming awake.The tour guide, always just out of view, tells him to keep climbing up a ladder towards a small room at the top of the stairs. Someone in front of him dreams, wakes up dreaming. He looks to his right as he climbs by an enormous domed -curved window which makes up the whole upper wall.He is slowly climbing, feeling very numb. He pauses, stopping the line of climbing people and places his arms on a curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the window. Cupping his chin on his hands, he tried to understand what he was seeing but he was so numbed that what he saw didn't affect him, emotionally. Outside is blackness. The Earth and the Moon are far to the right portion of the glass, the Earth swimming in blue-white haze, except for a large red area which he saw as the desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula. Far away, violet splashes of nebulae and points of red pinpoint starlight intersperse with millions of white stars. Chin in hands, he leaned over and said in a sad, wistful, admiring tone, "These people who live at this estate have some view; "wow what a view!"The tour guide, always just out of view, was startled and quickly changed the scene to that of a uni-dimentional English garden landscape. Chin in hands, still looking out of the window, he said again, but this time looking at the garden landscape, They do have a nice view."The tour guide was startled to hear him repeat, and not realizing that the scene of the garden had already worked to distract him, over reacted.He was thrown into a vivid emotional ecstasy. The ladder path transformed into a delicately patterned, dazzlingly ornate inlaid wood design cryptic and deep in beauty and complexity. He was forced to kneel and examine it, and turned away from the window. Powerful awe, love, admiration and godlike reverence flashed through his mind and body, at the wood-inlay staircase, suspended in air, lushly constructed in multi-colored wood. An awe, tingling through his skin, thrilled him.He felt a powerful, spiritual deep love for the construction, the unknown artist, the wood pattern, and became so absorbed, that he forgot what he had seen outside the window. The sleeping line of climbing people was stopped by his fawning and repeated examination of the simple metal staircase. He repeatedly retraced his steps to further examine it. The tour guide, always just out of sight, had had enough. A paternal, parental impatient voice said in his head, "just keep going; it will be there for you to see when you get back." But things change in dreams he tells himself and does not trust that it will be there again for him when he returns.The guide had made the staircase the unrightfully recipient of the awe, rather then the scene outside the window, so that he would not remember; but when he woke he did remember. He awoke exhausted, with a dull headache and a nose bleed; more tired getting up than he had been going to bed.He opened the door, slowly and peeked down the hall; there was no one in evidence. He threw on his red-striped, tattered bathrobe, full of holes, and barefoot, stole out into the hallway, leaving his door barely ajar. He went to the stairwell; chose the second floor, and peeked up and down the hallway from his vantage point behind a hinge of the stairway door. It was five fifteen a.m. He bolted quickly down the hall and turning quickly in reverse, in three swift movements, picked up, first, from one doormat, a bottleof fresh milk, from a second, a small bag of bakery delivered fresh rolls, and finally scooped up a morning; paper, under his arm, from a third. His heart pounding, lest he be detected, he ran up, breathless, to the fourth floor his stolen breakfast in hand. He locked the door.He heard, in his head a voice and a buzz. It was a slight ring in his left ear. that odd inner ear ringing tone, one hears sometimes for no apparent reason. Concentrate on it, it gets louder; pay no attention, it dissipates. The ringing in his ear got louder and he shook his head to stop it. It was, he thought, clanging loud enough for the neighbors to hear it coming from his head. He wildly moved his head to stop it. It grew louder. The sound moved deeper into his head and melted into a humming vibration. The whole left side of his head was humming.He heard a voice which began quietly, but he couldn't understand anything, not a single word. He began to pray silently to St. Jude, as he stood there alone with a voice grinding out sounds in his head. His heart pounded and his jaw fell slightly open as the stolen groceries fell from his grasp to the floor. He held his hands to his ears, supporting his head, and tried not to scream and run.He thought people in insane asylums who heard voices could be like him or him like them.He was climbing to the small room at the top of the ladder. He was dreaming awake.The high school basketball game was in the last quarter; the crowd's howl and the tattoo of the drums from the drill team seemed miles away. He and she had left the game and now sat on the sweet smelling lawn of the school, in the night listening to the sounds of the game behind them.He was cloaked in blackness; dreaming a memory: she was in his arms; soft, dark., long brown hair brushed his face; coquettish liquid dark eyes looked deeply into his. He returned her gaze with a passionate, loving sensuality. She held his hand; it was cool and slender. A mysterious and provocative incense coursed through his blood and made him dizzy with desire for her. He moaned and leaned closer.She pressed her slim body close to his and he lowered his eyes closing his lids, flushed with lust. She suddenly stiffened and withdrew, and he sensed a wave of disgust and disdain from her wash over him; he was crushed; why had the sweetness of the dream soured?She withdrew, backwards into the blackness. The girl in his dream stared at him; in her hands was a funnel-shaped cup, attached to a tube receptacle. He was hurt and puzzled and said "Is that all, Is that all you want?" Before the darkness came and swallowed him he realized that her coldness was the coldness of one running an experiment; caring more about the outcome then the methods used. Even though he was dreaming he knew he was awake and he struggled with a feeling if hopelessness in the dawning realization of his experience.Cold, dispassionate, unblinking eyes recorded both psychic and anatomical responses; they registered his emotional responses, categorizing, summarizing, analyzing and judging him. The alien administered a progressive personality assessment, a standard psychological measurement exam which had more subtle discernment and calibration of the soul than any earthbound measurement.The creature stared directly into the priest's eyes and induced a delusional thought system; a gauntlet of nightmares, a funhouse of terrors. A series of three-dimensional scenarios in crystal clear virtual reality were projected into the priest's mind. His reactions, nuances of feelings to the projected visions, were carefully registered and recorded. The aliens had already found a genetic site for dysocial psychopaths and for people of moral goodness. First he was pushed into a small room with white walls and a red. bloody, gory floor. In the center of the room, back to the viewer were two butchers, white coats splashed with blood, busily chopping infants into butcher cuts. He was urged to enter the room but his mind rebelled in horror and fear and he refused. The horror of the chopped infants saddened him, tightened his stomach and filled him deeply with fear. He trembled in terror. "Who in God's name could bring himself to do such an evil thing?" He was thrust into another scene; a rubble-strewn street with burnt shells of vehicles, some upside down surrounded by shells of fragmented buildings which were precariously perched. In the background smoke and flame issued all around. At his feet, injured, partly buried in the rubble was a frail old woman with a kerchief covering her head. She weakly jestered for help. He knelt beside her, but his eyes were on the building above him which began to weaken and shift. Fear of death overcomes him and in agony he runsfrom the scene, leaving her behind. He is stricken with grief and guilt over the decision, but he feels grateful for having escaped unscathed. All of this is carefully registered and recorded. Again he is thrust into another scene, the small, dark creature staring fixedly into his eyes. He hears the repeated cracking sound of a whip on flesh overlaid with screaming pleas of mercy. It is just around the corner. Shrieks and howls in loud, deep agony accompany satanic laughter. Fear crawls down his arms and legs. He is psychically prodded to look within. A tall, muscular, athletic young man with black hair is writhing in pain, chained by arms and legs to a wall-mounted wood cross. A black-hooded inquisitor, devilish and red,complete with tail,demonically laughing, delivers loud, whip-snapping cracks onto the screaming man' s back who pleads for mercy in fervent agony. Blood and tissue, noisily splatter the walls at each stroke. The priest's mind shrank back in mortal terror, disgust and raw horror. Next, a thick-bodied, squat, gangster-type sat at a table playing solitaire. With a growl rich and deep with menace he picked up a hand gun and told the priest that he was going to kill him. The priest nodded in silent placation and tacit agreement. The gangster, never taking his eyes from his cards placed the gun at the far end of the table close to the priest. The killer assured the priest that no matter what the priest did, he would definitely murder him. He was urged to go for the gun. The priest's mind eye measured the distance between the gangster's hand and the gun and his own relative distance from the gun; he decided it was probably a trap and did not go for the gun. The next scenario - a beautiful woman, a Hollywood femme fatale with short skirt, long white gloves, very long legs and dark hair told him that she was in danger and needed him to go with her to help her. He patently refused, smelling danger, seeing through the disguise. She promised him her body if he would help her. He abjectly refused. The alien introduced a promissory image of her long limbs lasciviously intertwined with his. He still refused.The next psychic measurement was for honesty and guilt; he was left in a room with money piled high on a table. He was urged to fill his cassock pockets and he did. He as made to feel the slow burn of shame. At the end of the exam, bereft of strength, disheartened, deeply depressed, he sat in the spacecraft drained and exhausted. At this point the alien applied an artistic touch to the delusion. It gave closure and diverted the priest's mind, but it also mercifully alleviated his soul's suffering. Each main character from each scenario filed in one by one with knowing smiles and sat at a table in front of him. He was at the center of a "Mission Impossible" scenario. With the dawning realization that these people were simply players, conspiring to fool him, two things happened; surprise at the complexity of the dream, and awe, at the enormity of the staging, by seeming strangers. This revelation replaced the angst this series of visions had provoked. It also underlined the alien's total duplicity; when the alien saw the priest's slow smile and lightening of spirit he brought him out of the delusion and back into blackness. When his alarm rang, he swung his feet onto the floor."Dreadful dream," he thought "My god, what a dreadful dream; someone was butchering babies; horrible dream."

robert bruce may be a genius;(why is our "higher self" so remote and stilted?

'my mind is perfectly shielded'Affirmations often work best when the actual problem you want to stop is worked around. For example, 'my body and mind are happy and relaxed' tells your higher self this message. The only way your higher self can bring this about, if you are neg troubled, is to remove the neg problem.for example, say a neg is causing lots of stomach gas and discomfort - very common. The affirmation 'my stomach is relaxed and happy' would directly target the cause, and encourage the higher self to remove the neg.Your higher self is a part of Source/God and holds all the power in the universe. Get this working for you and everything else, including ET's and negs, are outclassed Affirmations, and listening to positive affirmations and etc on CD in the background and while you sleep, help enormously. This is not a quick fix, but long term action that yields significant gains.If you'd like to use an emergency measure, put by a couple of days and spend the entire time doing verbal affirmations.there is a formula.... Time and energy invested in doing affirmations, minus resistance variables, = result X.(And all this ,from a wonderful human being,Robert Bruce)