Alien Reincarnation of our Souls : The Devil's Work
Aliens and Our Reincarnation: The Devil's Work
Anxiety levels high, nervous late one night, hours before bed, aware of THEM, intrigued.
The sunlight outside seemed very bright from that height I noted as I ran, dry- mouthed, wide - eyed, gasping, in fear.
Inside - The person who ran was me, me in every feeling and nuance and thought, me in attitudes, likes and inclinations.
Outside - The picture, the lighting flash afterimage of the person I saw in the mirror, was a frightened young girl in her twenties, with my blue eyes, but with blonde hair of medium length, small in stature, with pinched thin facial features, clutching a bright red pocketbook.
(I was stunned that I had to admit ,believe that ones personality's nature, the inner soul-mind, is unalterable, except in small gradients, from life to life.)
What troubled me was that I had received a powerful answer on many levels; they can read my mind and my unspoken thoughts!
Why were they interested in one's soul?
I remember a voice in my head: "You are an old soul; a very old soul."
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.
I had neatly placed God on the same shelf with the tooth fairy until evil ones, unseen ones tormented me; it is impossible to be tortured by the devil and not believe in God.
Science and medicine do not yet distinguish between psychiatric and spiritual problems; I have had to within myself. My faith has grown with each bizarre experience, I have painfully blossomed spiritually.
Even when one's soul is not tampered with by inter dimensional's, at night your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you REM, are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like a goldfish who never suspects a greater world beyond the ponds surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality, groping, mouth agape in total ignorance.
After studying all major religions, out of body experiences, near death experiences, hauntings, psychics and memories of previous lifetimes through regressive hypnosis techniques, I slowly, dully accepted the alien view that we are not people having spiritual experiences, but spirits having human experiences.
My glimpses into my last lifetime, glimpses afforded me directly by the entities who trouble me, either imposed, as lies, or retrieved, as truth, tell me that we were inside precisely the SAME in nuance and predilection and different, on the outside.
That may be the reason that we still have the same unresolved issues; we evolve so slowly, it may be 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 as a strong 'light' to attract entities of parasitism, these intruding, nighttime bedroom harassers who are the occupants of UFOs and the demons and inter dimensionals that they have access to.
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 it 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 but we for the most part, as a race of entities, are dully unaware of rebirth and its amazing implications.
A loving God gives us many lifetimes to refine evolve our souls and we choose the lessons but these joyriding grey aliens and the demons they throw into the equation to muddle the picture and to punish one for resisting, are discorporate, incarnate souls stuck to our energies who bring a new meaning to the concept of a silent invasion.
What could be worse than such perfunctory death?
What IS much worse is birth, again, at the hands of these creatures.
A very different endgame is unnaturally inherent after an alien abductee's death.
|There is no intermediate Heaven for such souls; no reunion of kindred spirits, no 'blueprint' of ' lessons drawn up by the soul,itself and approved by the Council of Elders, all under God's aegis, a clear violation of spiritual law.|
Imagine struggling to awaken spiritually again in another 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, it's because they've invested much time in us; that's exactly why they know, when asked, so very much, about our previous lifetimes.
They are more interested in our spiritual essences than we are aware of our spiritual essences.
In this case, I awaken 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 hunches into another heavily padded metal chair and faces me.
Spectacular displays of what looks like white firework sparkler-like sparks fly straight up from these poles, high into the air.
Our energies have been stolen; parts of our souls have been stored for creating another soul into an alien created body form.