Sometimes, after abductions, the inter-dimensional door, left open, invites in the "gangster fringe" element of the spirit world.
I have heard astonishing things most unverifiable about Heaven, from ribald odd psychic mediums:
Too heavy smokers retain visibly black lungs, the vain- cosmetic- surgery- addicted, sport disfigured countenances, those too rich, ornate and gaudy, appear homely and threadbare.
According to some psychics, there is an inverse relationship between our aspects, after death, in transition, in an astral world, that mirrors and reflect our damages, foolishness and wrong values, from one's life most recently departed.
Who could foresee or imagine such instant spiritually blatant karma-ricochets ?
To skeptics or to the religiously programmed, I assert that the theory that consciousness ends with physical death, has never been proved, to me.
If one examines diverse spiritual phenomena: demonic possession, OBEs, NDEs, hauntings, poltergeists, reincarnation memories through regressive hypnosis, just to mention a few, the undeniable evidence of a spiritual reality looms as obvious as a trout in the milk.
We should all be born with lunch boxes for our stay here, in this school, is short, compared to the eternal spark of God within us that endures.
We step out of our body when we physically die , just as we do step out of our cars and our clothing, and we are no more our bodies than we are our cars or clothing.
Psychics and mediums well know this.
Our spirits, if not stolen by demons or reptilian aliens, or stuck, Earthbound, move on to one of the very many varied realms of Heaven.
Spirits in beginning transition, vulnerable to being stolen by reptilian aliens to be recycled, or garnered by demons who collect souls like children do marbles, will often linger to stay close to us.
Since only our 'clothing', or our body's external shell is buried,
visiting a cemetery is moot, because the loving spirits of our dead travel with us there, and return from there, with us.
But, Earthbound's sinister dark souls, and inhuman diabolical spirits, will persist within cemeteries.
Pregnant mothers are restricted from attending cemeteries by many religions, to offer protection to the unborn, from opportunistic sinister spirits.
Certain minerals in stones, such as ferrous, jasper, tourmaline and quartz, carried by some sensitives, can assist, and
can act as a deterrent.
I have also gleaned that The "LIGHT", into which we enter, to 'cross over', at physical death, is not outward and external, but emanates from WITHIN us, at death, a detail overlooked and unrecognized .
But, what about trapped ghosts? In our natural spirit state we are ghosts: fogs of electromagnetic energy ,with memory and a sense of identity.
Ghost-hunters need a glimmer that spirits who they document, SHOULD BE rescued; this lack of moral recognition, risks "depraved indifference", a moral crime.
Circus or rodeo's audiences applause, watching abused animals hard- beaten- perform postures unnatural to their natures , is similarly a 'depraved indifference'.
Circus and rodeo lovers, like ghost- hunters, return to their cars to leave a chunk of their spiritual evolution, behind..
We get a sure ride to Earth, from Heaven, at birth, but no guarantees for a safe return trip home.
When my psychic prowess began to sputter on, I initially was aware of so many ghosts afoot everywhere, that it made me doubt Heaven's very existence.
Trapped human spirits are 'provoked' by ghost-hunters to elicit evidences, and are seen as sport, like an animal abused at a rodeo or circuses.
With ghosts, I think of the chrysalis that never emerges, the cocoon frozen and dead, a human spirit lost in anguish between life and death;.
My heart breaks and I am sullen for the unfairness of God's unkept promise, the return dream of Heaven, deferred.
How and when did I learn that an unseen world exists all around us?
The feeling of unseen human hands and their undeniable touches on my arms, back and shoulders, with concurrent accompanying psychic disturbances increased.
I feel symptoms of a lost soul/ ghost, who jumps on me, and an energy connection is felt, in that my skin burns and buzzes where I am touched and connection are made..
Sometimes that awareness crashes crystal clear:
I recently had a very "odd in- your- face" encounter with a "Shadow Person."
Sitting at my computer, writing long into the wee hours, the screen's glow the only illumination in the room, I slowly became aware of a gradual peripheral movement alongside my right cheek, that moved forward into view, to emerge directly facing me.
A black silhouette of a face, illuminated by the neon glow of the computer screen, a side view of a profile of a slim young man, emerged which then quickly turned, to face me straight on.
A full second before I loudly exclaimed and shouted, an involuntary reaction, I could see a slim, thin human face darker than the room's darkness, fully facing me!
As I have purposefully unlearned fear, the shout was instinctive and only awe surfaced. But it was a "Shadow Person" up close and intimate.
At one time, in order to block these experiences, knowing that some medications did change brain chemistry to the extent, to simply put one beyond the reach of such creatures, I tried antihistamines and did indeed manage to stop it all, temporarily. I had read that on the Internet and just wanting to feel normal, again, tried it on myself.
I don't know how it works but it works ... temporarily.
But, one can't live on Benedryll.
Other medications have specifically been developed for people who are troubled by 'seeing things', 'hearing things' and 'feeling things' and these were
pharmacologically designed because modern medicine makes no differentiation, no distinctions between spiritual dysfunctions and psychological dysfunctions.
A modern clinician unversed in such spiritual truths, perceives a child patient who experiences these phenomena as more psychotic than psychic, certainly not ever a young 'sensitive', who has not yet learned how, but must, to close his energies, to such entities...
I was told by others early on that what I was going through was a blessing. I did not accept that at the time. It has been a tough learning experience for both me and the unseen world.
I once advised a spirit whose hand rested heavily on my right shoulder -I could feel the weight and span of fingers- to "cross over to the other side"- meaning that other dimension that we all come from and go to, 'Heaven'.
After just a few seconds, it obliged my request, by crossing over to my left side, and good naturedly resting its hand, THERE, on my shoulder..
I deduced that rather than having a rarefied sense of humor, it likely had no idea whatsoever, what I was referring to...
Another major problem for psychic sensitives, is that of all the spiritual energies, unseen, out there, many are NOT human; some are reptilian alien.
When a demon or juvenile reptilian cruises in, for what turns out to be an extended visit, an onset of the most awful nightmares, unlike any one can imagine, vivid and terrifying, ensue.
Such brilliant diabolical entities refuse rescue and delight in tormenting humans; nothing else except unholy ones could do such violence to mere dreams.
During such sieges, in spiritual crises, I have had to neatly discard any classic pedestrian Freudian or Jungian explanations as misguided and moot, and instead to seek metaphysical approaches that do, after a fashion, work.
In self defense, with heightened empathy for an energy who jumps upon me, I counsel with love and compassion, as one would a lost traveler or lost child. It could well be you, or me, so lost.
I used to dismiss an unseen touch as though it were a fly at my mustache, or treat it with the disgust or shock that a ghost often elicits. Then I tried to openly complain to the spirit, that phantoms DO- fill -the- air - around us, and that although we all come from God, one way or another, some of us fight hard, to return to God.
I relay this to the unseen intelligence touching me, with a lack of fear and with pathos, as much sympathy as I can muster.
All the while, I am fully aware that it could likely be psychically dangerous, as deeply disturbed as it had been, in its body.
If it ever HAD a body.
The worst, most predatory and harmful negative energies 'out there', for a sensitive to sense, are juvenile reptilians and small dark grey aliens. They come on like gang-busters, insistently stubborn and 'hungry' for my energies.
When such painful burning touches apprise me that connections between my energies and dark energies are continuing, a spritz of incensed holy water mixed with tea tree and camphor essential oils from a plant misting bottle clears the attachment feeling and the onset of mild psychic attack.
I tell spirits who touch me more gently, them that it's sad and ironic that God has sent them to me for help, for I myself, spiritually, am so often helplessly lost.
I tell them that touching people for energy, stealing energy from people, traps them here, between worlds, where they are subject to bullying or worse, theft, by astral - fierce-predators, afoot.
I ask them to reach higher into their own dimension, to ask for angelic help as I do the same, in mine. I remind them that since they didn't die when they left their body, that they cannot die, and insist that they not steal human energy; humans look like bright porch lights to them. Some do not listen, because they still feel so, 'alive', though not in their physical body.
The retort I have more than once heard in my skull was:
"How do I know, that YOU'RE not dead!?"
Some, however, do listen.
I ask rescue beings of light to work to bring a neighbor, a lover, a child, a former pet, a parent, a friend, a schoolmate, ANYONE, SOMEONE whom they can trust, to bring them over, to the Other Side.
I try not to surround them in a white light , for negative-thought-beings can feast on white light, which is why they go initially quiescent, only to come on, again, later, like gang-busters.
Visualized purple light, used for self-defense, can also 'wash off and cleanse' the external blackness surrounding a dark spirit, who is half- willing to be rescued.
Such a 'wash' of purple light onto such creatures couched in blackness, always soon reveals a tiny, faint pearl- like light within the dark one, my proof to it, of God's creation of it.
Then, ONLY THEN, bereft of its outer shell of darkness, and meanness will I send it into a tower of white light, which contains the hidden full color spectrum with gradations of each color a different dimension of (earned) Heaven.
Some dark spirits can only freely go into red light, or orange light, to find their rightful place, towards their next perfection; all varied colored spiritual destinations, not unlike a rainbow, are contained hidden within white light.
However, this cleansing and rescue is best and more safely done within a circle of minds, with a psychic-medium also in attendance. Creative metaphysics, towards rescues, using just one human mind can be dangerous as some entities/energies out there, are quite amazingly nasty, brilliant and diabolical. Self-defense evolved into a changed outlook:
I pray FOR them, instead of for my relief FROM them.
It raises their vibrations and moves them out of the darkness and is appreciated by them and by others, and is considered,"service to the other side'.
I also try to goad them into the finer purpose, of helping me:
I ask them to leave as ' Earthbound' spirits, travel to the Christ light, and RETURN to me, as cleansed spirits to assist me in others' rescue.
What usually appeals to 'holdouts', is reminding them that nobody has spoken to them, or paid any attention to them, for a long time, except for me. With a more humane stance, rarely do they attack with projected telepathic/psychic attacks, in nightmares, or sinister poltergeist machinations . I have bought some peace and I have done some service to the Other Side.
Ghost-hunters are the front line in this real endeavor, the rescue of ghosts, for in spiritually rescuing others, they can spiritually rescue themselves.
Broooklyn, New York
May 10th, 2016
This article is dedicated to the memory of Hans Holzer
who was known to all the world as ...
"The Ghost Hunter"