By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell asleep.

This technique sought to bypass speech, itself, should impasses present themselves.

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, 2017.

 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 theater.”

 

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 remember what he saw?”

Priest:

The little finger jumps repeatedly with “I don’t want to answer” response.

(Slowly, aloud) “I want to see what happened.”

Doctor:

“Repeat that, please, say it again”.

Priest:

“I want to see what happened”.

Doctor:

“To avoid reliving; you do not have to relive the experience,

speak of the priest as “He”, it is not you, but a picture”.

He looks out of the window and sees the Earth and the Moon, opposite each other, hanging in the blackness of space.

He places his arms on the curved railing where the staircase meets the bottom of the window and cups his chin in his hands, to understand the raw beauty of what he sees:

The Earth, in the far right portion of the glass window, hangs suspended in a black nothingness, a planet swimming in blue-white haze, with a large red area, perhaps, the desert of North Africa, or the Arabian peninsula.

Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness..

The simple metallic ladder- path underfoot, transforms into carved inlaid wood one, delicately patterned and dazzlingly ornate, an inlaid ebony and maple wood design, cryptic and deeply beautiful in motif and complexity.

He is forced to kneel to examine it, his eyes now fully away from the stars, Earth and moon, seen outside the enormous, curved window .

Powerful awe, love, and wood -admiration, a godlike reverence of wood, flashes through his mind at the mirage of the intricate wood designed staircase, suspended in air.

Complex, gorgeous and lushly constructed, a staircase in multicolored woods,  forces a religious awe, which courses through his brain to thrill him, a tsunami of reverent awe, for the dazzling wood patterns,  the unknown artist-architect, overwhelms and distracts him, a gifted  psychic tug attempt to get him to forget what he has seen outside of the craft’s window.

The sleeping line of climbing people is now fully stopped by his fawning and repeated examinations, of the simple metal staircase, as he repeatedly retraces his steps to examine it, in a rapture.

.

The alien ‘ guide’,  who tethers him and all the others, within a snug cocoon of illusions, had deftly made a simple, metal staircase, the un-rightful recipient of that stolen awe, of the magnificent scene he had viewed outside the craft’s window of red and white stars and the dazzling orbs of Earth and moon, floating in blackness..

But when he awakens, he DOES remember the staircase and  his monumental awe of the spectacular space scene, outside the curved window, of the alien craft:

He  dully thinks, when he awakens exhausted, with a dull headache and a copious nose bleed, more tired getting up, than he had been, going to bed.

 And ‘dreams’, in a gnawing realization, could no longer ever again, be trusted  to merely be only.. ‘dreams’.

POSTSCRIPT:

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 that they were more interested in an essence, that I never suspected I had: a Soul.

I saw a flotilla of craft, slowly come in from different directions, to assemble overhead, round craft bottoms appearing not unlike red balloons.

They floated into a formation of sorts, overhead, until there were a dozen, and then all bottoms’ red color turned to violet and they darted off overhead together, all in the same direction, like fast minnows in a pond.

After that amazing sighting, poltergeist nonsense began to occur in my house .
And from then on, I looked up at the night skies only with apprehension…

Rather than a fear-based approach to Dark Force Entity safety and caution, I prescribe a required spiritual “shift”  towards the equally unseen goodness of the spirit world, and away from fear.

Unlearning fear is a step-by-step acceptance and assertion, of one’s spiritual ‘Self’, a distance far and away from fearful  defenses mustered by one’s material physical self.

One’s longitudinal approach to any self-defense must be a spiritual one, and not a physical one.

For defenses to flare, one must  recognize that one is not a person having troubled spiritual problems, but instead an eternal soul having troubling human experiences.

From the stance of self-recognition as an eternal spirit, one can then insist on “one’s own space’ as spiritual fruition.

Avoid  church-based or organized religions and put the Bible on the same shelf as “The Tooth Fairy,” for God is real, but He’s to be found down a long hall, and somewhere else.