By Paul Schroeder
(Copyright 2018, Paul Schroeder – All Rights Reserved)
<Edited by Robert D. Morningstar>
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”.
By hypnotic suggestion, the body would answer, meaningfully, even if one fell asleep.
“Let’s begin; can we talk about his bad dreams?”
(film shows quick flash of thumb;) “Yes”…
“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.”
(film shows “yes” and “no” twitches)
(finger twitches quickly with the “yes” thumb movement)
“No? You don’t want to tell me? Fine, can you talk to me orally, tell me what you’re feeling?”
(more negative finger) Movements with agonized breath.
“You refer to this as October, 2017.
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.
“A still slide projected on a faraway screen; you’re up in the projection booth watching the father in the theater.”
“As I was looking through the window, the eyes looked back.
The eyes are not normal.”
“Look closer; what else do you notice?”
“The face doesn’t have any teeth, it’s not a normal face. It’s gone, now.”
“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?”
(records a quick “no” answer)
“Now what happened, later, that night, when you felt,
sensed something by your bed?
Head is shaking “no” and the finger movement is saying “yes”, softly; “They took my clothes”, sadly “They took my priestly vestments”.
Very agitated, legs twitching, shoulders twitching. His head shook on a negative reaction.
“Is the “no” for then, or now? You keep shaking your head “no”.
Priest: “For now”.
“You don’t want to talk about it?”
“Do you want to remember it when you come out of trance?”
“Do you want to remember it some other day?”
“Below consciousness, I want to ask your hand some questions. ”
“Hand, in the course of that encounter, did the father leave the house?”
Thumb, positive finger response, “yes”.
“Was he removed from the house?”
(another “Yes” response)
“Would it be all right for him to remember the things that happened?”
(an animated “no” response)
“Without him reliving the experiences, would it be all right for him to remember what he saw?”
The little finger jumps repeatedly with “I don’t want to answer” response.
(Slowly, aloud) “I want to see what happened.”
“Repeat that, please, say it again”.
“I want to see what happened”.
“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 is flying, floating above a tree landscape.
Silver and bright, the Moon, far to the left portion of the glass, also hangs suspended in a black nothingness..
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.
Nightmares may be screen memories to muddle recollection aboard craft or insertion of core images as trauma, to make connections to your mind.
ETs specialize in vivid delivery of such surreal dream-scape visuals.
My acquired insights sustain that ALL nightmares are varied degrees of telepathic attacks used by and delivered from a varied collection of negative-thought-entities who strive to ‘reside’ within such “core-images”, and at least, make ethereal connections from us to them by imposing traumatic, horrid imagery.
Post-abductions “nightmares” especially fall within this realm.
It is not insightful, to analyze such imagery nor is it wise to assume that it’s innocuous.
One must attempt to not retain such imagery, but to sever and slash at it’s recollection, using tools of metaphysics, from swords to blow-torches, visualized removing connections.
Source helps those, who help themselves..
However, the silent invasion, of humankind one abductee at a time,
to be possessed , as well as farmed throughout the Multiverse by sinister and controlling E.T.s , as we do with animal husbandry, on “Earth”, is to wrongly deprive mankind of our spiritual rights, an abject denial of being accepted, with equanimity, as a sentient race of beings.
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…
Things moved within immediate eyesight, knocks on the walls and pings on light fixtures, small fast footsteps overhead in the attic, and very strong feelings of being watched and nightmares.
Many nights, fantastic vivid nightmares of encounters with non-human beings ensued, beings very tall, white like a refrigerator, flat like a Gumby cartoon character, and who spoke to me with mind-to-mind-communication..
I was in severe ontological shock…
Can One ‘engage’?
If you ask: ” Who was I in my last lifetime?”, you will get a memorable vivid roller-coaster ride dream-scape answer, but one that might also be a deception; one must remain skeptical of such tampering entities,
entities who radiate omniscience, and proprietary demeanor.
I was psychically throttled in the womb, with my own queries, questions about their purposes and overall intent, cut off from asking, before I could frame the rehearsed queries.
And I sensed an air of strong anxiety from them, that such things, NOT be ‘discussed’…
I have always surmised that they wouldn’t be so very secretive, if they were up to anything remotely ‘good’..
March 10th, 2020
Brooklyn, New York