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DIARY OF A MAD ALIEN ABDUCTEE

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OCTOBER
 
Anxiety levels high, nervous late one night, hours before bed, aware of THEM, and intrigued. Ensconced in the ironic sense of their plaguing omnipresence, I posed a question playfully, internally and silently; "Who was I, physically, in my previous lifetime?"
 
I well knew that aliens like demons, garner souls and tamper with these souls' transit en route to Heaven, and that they harass us in intergenerational fashion in varied families.
 
I wondered whether these reptilian aliens had bothered me in previous soul experiences, in equal fashion, as this one.
It was a frivolous, teasing, tangentially curious, internally unvoiced question that I asked myself silently, before bedtime; I never realized that I would be provided an answer, of sorts.
 
I relived it.
It was vivid and electric, unlike any dream I had ever had.
 
That night, I had a strange breathtakingly vivid dreamlike flash, unlike a murky evolving dream scenario.
It was a five- second- long lightning flash  short and  bright and like lightning, the scene's immediate afterimages lingered without revealing the whole landscape.
 
My heart was pounding and my legs were running.
 
I was in mortal terror, panicking, gasping in heart pounding transit.
 I ran through a series of apartment rooms whose corner windows overlooked a high tenth story modern street scene and far below, outside the window's glass, 1920's or 1930's cars moved and were parked.
 
On both sides of the street below were many similar such antique parked vehicles.
 
The sunlight outside seemed very bright from that height, I remember noting that as I ran, dry- mouthed, wide - eyed, gasping in raw fear.
 
 I quickly rounded the apartment's end which overlooked another street corner, and ran passed a long and wide hall mirror hung on the wall behind and opposite the front door.
 
I reached for the doorknob in desperate haste to leave and to my left saw a full bodied reflection ; I caught a glimpse of myself running for my life.
 
As the door opened to my hand, I was in electric terror and in full flight and then, the scene faded to blackness.
 
Inside - The person who ran was me, me in every feeling, inclination. nuance and thought, in intact attitudes, likes, and functioning concepts.
 
Outside - The person who ran was not remotely, in any way, me.
 
That lighting flash, vivid, dazzling and sharp, revealed an afterimage of the person who had looked back at me.
 
In the mirror was a panicked and frightened young girl in her mid twenties, who had my blue eyes, and bottle-dyed blonde hair of medium length.
 
She was thin, small in stature, a young woman with taut pinched features in horrid fear of her life who tightly clutched a small bright red pocketbook.
 
I awoke, in horror, realizing  that my question, voiced internally to myself, had been heard, seriously considered and astonishingly  answered!
 
Reliving a brief vivid memory had been allowed me as a fractional answer,  flashed into my brain .
 
 How they monitor and hug my conscious train of thought!
 
Had they imposed these images as lies or  'retrieved' them from my subconscious?
 
Were these memories from another alien controlled previous lifetime?
 
Was it a fabricated lie?
 
 I was stunned to admit, to believe that despite physical body drastic changes, one's personality and nature, the inner soul-mind, was essentially unalterable, except in small gradients, from one stolen lifetime to another.
 
What troubled me was that I had received a powerful answer on many levels; they CAN read my mind and my unspoken thoughts.
And that they were invested in me, heavily.
Their proprietary attitude and involvement in my life was omnipresent and offensive, elusive and obvious as a trout in the milk.
 
 
(“Even if you are a minority of one, the truth is the truth – Mahatma Gandhi ”)
 
They  had monitored "me" in previous lifetimes, when I was not "me", physically but, in essence really still was "me"?
 
Is that why they specialize in astral abductions and were also so interested in one's soul?
 
Can they "splinter" the soul and kindle new flames from those sparks to create new souls for their own purposes, when they create new physical somatic creatures?
 
NOVEMBER
 
Small Greys are synthetic work beings, bio engineered, who do abductions, medical procedures, mind control, craft duties; like our own space missions, the ones who do the organizing, logistics and planning, are not the same ones who do launch and in- flight duties.
 
 
When greys say; "WE HAVE THE RIGHT", in a response to abduction related complaints, by abductees it's because they've already invested very much time in us; that's exactly why they know so much about our previous lifetimes, when they are asked.
 
They are more interested in our spiritual essences than we are aware of our spiritual essences.
 
How is this magic accomplished?
 
In this case, I awaken dully to find myself placed, bolted and strapped into a large heavy padded metal chair in a round dimly lit room about 20 ft wide.
 
The small round room contains four such chairs in a circle with large degraff generator looking poles with round heads, about ten feet high and two feet thick, all standing tall between the chairs.
 
I can see across the room.
 
  A huge hulking form of a man wearing a dark suit, sits opposite me looking switched off or dead.
He is hunched into another heavily padded metal chair facing me.
 
Spectacular displays of what initially looks like white firework sparkler-like sparks, fly straight up from these poles, high into the air,
 
 quickly circled, cycled into a growing faster larger circle of white sparks above both of our heads, anticlockwise, into a growing circle of more solid dazzling lights.
 
Parts of our soul energies are siphoned and merged 
 
into a sparkling circle of rotating dazzling lights,  off into another hulking machine, just beyond my sight.
 
Our energies stolen, parts of our souls stored for later placing  into an alien created body form that may well not be human.
 
What is worse than murder, death at the hands of these elusive malicious reptilian-grey alien creatures?
 
 Worse than death at their hands, is
 rebirth, again, at the hands of these creatures, as
 
a very different endgame is unnaturally inherent after many alien abductee's physical death.
 
People, after physical death, except for trapped ghosts,  continue on to that other dimension that we all come from and should go to, a dimension  we call, "Heaven ".
 
As eternal and divine spirits we see Earth as a 'school', where we briefly reside, repeatedly, in a succession of many lifetimes, oddly within an alien protein-nanotech- DNA -contrived physical body, to learn " lessons " that refine and hone our spirits towards God.
 
But, as if lifetime abductions by aliens weren't enough, imagine many series of lifetimes, husbanded by greys, who interfere with the soul's transit
By technological magic, they collect and garner souls, spiritual electromagnetic life force energies, that retain identity and memory, to transfer them into soulless bodies, that they've created.
This bypasses the God - natural recycling, planning of HEAVEN,_EARTH,_HEAVEN,_EARTH for our soul's designed evolution, but now with no angelic assistance and spirit helpers, in between lifetimes. 
 
 
Imagine struggling to awaken spiritually, again in another body, with imposed amnesia , but this time after time, no Heaven, between lifetimes.
 
One's 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 energy 'milking'.
 
And at our death, rather than return to our home, Heaven, we are again still their property, a means to an end, an inherent spiritual nightmare and clearly the Devil's work.  
 
DECEMBER
 
When ordinary humans see UFO craft in the skies above our cities they dully fail to evaluate the true purposes of the pilots within, and focus instead on the craft itself, as though some devious alien mind control trick were at play.
 
 Mankind is in a proverbial hall of mirrors with a quicksand floor when it comes to any clearer understanding of motives, in abductions.
 
 We are physical and spiritual sheep for shearing, used by them in the
way that remora and lamprey use denizens of the oceans.
 
This may be the reason that we have the same unresolved issues lifetime, after lifetime, and evolve slowly.
 It seems 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 hosts of parasitism, as a source of energy, by intruding, nighttime bedroom harassers, negative thought beings who are the occupants of UFOs.
 These aliens  stay with us from lifetime to lifetime; like the Dalai Lama, they find us again,  in early 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 spiritual repulse must be effective, as well as be regular, in application.
 
They infect our auras with themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with us to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling we have.
 
And we for the most part, as a race of entities, remain dully unaware of Heaven and rebirth and its amazing implications.
 
A loving God gives us many lifetimes to refine, evolve our souls and we ordinarily choose the lessons, but joyriding grey reptilian aliens are discorporate, incarnate souls stuck to our energies, which bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
 
JANUARY
 
 
Dubious?
You're not a singularity of cynicism; there are also many others. As one abductee stated:
 
 "A leap in consciousness will require a dissolution and restructuring of your beliefs about the nature of reality".
I admittedly sadly believe that humankind lives unburdened by an insatiable curiosity to comprehend the mysteries of the universe, and the motives of the pilots of UFOs and that is quite an amazing thing, in itself.
 
To quote that same abductee:
 
"The history of mankind has been punctuated by personalities who refused to be bound by the grand illusion of space and time, seekers who penetrated the limitations of space and form.
 
Knowing the aliens reside in a different reality explains why this whole UFO phenomenon is so slippery; we exist within a matrix of other realities all merging in one spot: the mind."
 
Aliens and their craft exist.
 
 Hybrids  are amongst us to replace us.
Not unlike Neanderthals, who vanished, the 'masters of our beings' have created yet another version, of 'us/them' to live in this 'matrix' creation, within their 'preserve', that we call, "Earth".
 
Like fleas, on a dog, who feel ordained to inhabit their host, when the master gets a flea collar, all things change, quickly.
 
FEBRUARY
 
To quote this same eloquent female abductee one often 'taken' for intrusive procedures:
"Their world coexists with our own intimately intertwined and separated by the thinnest veil- our arrogant assumption that we are the sole proprietors of the only reality."
I, for one, like many, many others  aware of  ET contacts while they R.E.M. sleep, no longer look up at the stars in awe and joy, but instead with dread.​
 
Director of CIA, Admiral R.H. Hillenkoetter: "It is time for the truth to be brought out in open Congressional hearings. Behind the scenes, high-ranking Air Force officers are soberly concerned about UFOs. But through official secrecy and ridicule, citizens are led to believe the unknown flying objects are nonsense. To hide the facts, the Air Force has silenced its personnel." p. 58, quoted from New York Times, February 28, 1960, p. L30 
 
 
BIO
Abductions and their remnant elusive memories have opened all this for Paul, a confirmed atheist, UNTIL Paul saw aliens float him out of his body, in his bed, at night. 
 
Then, he knew that they were interested in an essence that he never suspected that he had, a nonphysical soul. 
 
Our spiritual powers that interest and addict interdimensionals are the very powers that can be used to thwart further attacks. 
 
They infect auras with attachments to themselves and ride the reincarnation roller coaster with human beings, as a sanctuary, to avoid the death that they fear and to steal the spiritual recycling that we have. 
 
Souls are garnered, detoured from our natural spiritual evolution in Heaven. 
 
These joyriding grays can be sinister, dis-corporate alien souls, stuck to our energies, who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion. 

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