Thomas Jefferson, an otherwise brilliant man, refused to believe in the reality of meteorites reported fallen, as he deeply believed that no rock could ‘float in the air only to later fall”, so ‘inferiority’ in ‘intellect’ is not an issue with those who cannot accept ghosts, demons or aliens’ existence from others’ reports; they, like Jefferson, are hamstrung and crippled by beliefs, contrary to any truth about the unseen world all around us, using a logic based on insufficient data of the true nature of reality.
As an abductee for my whole life, I have stumbled through unknowing, to suspicion, and then resistance, and counsel to offer rare insights and advice to detect and thwart alien soul and body tampering.
Published widely and recognized as an eloquent note in the chorus of barbaric yawps concerning experts who’ve never seen or confronted these myriad entities, personally for 45 years, I write, do radio interviews and assist filmmakers with background research.
At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, spirit worlds of myriad vibrational levels and the pictures that you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you R.E.M., are not dreams but visits, souvenirs of a greater reality.
Like goldfish who never suspect a greater world beyond the pond’s surface, the limited awareness of humankind floats beneath the surface of a greater reality, groping, mouths agape in fish ignorance.
Aliens hybridize, and invade astrally to abduct, monitor, and possess, to entangle their energies with ours to ride the reincarnation roller coaster of our auras giving a new meaning to a silent invasion.
As an abductee, whenever I have been in the presence of tall reptilians, rage and hatred is palpable, from them; according to several psychics, who never met each other, I am a reincarnated Pleiades officer who was on a rescue mission to save Earth children from reptilian slavery and in the process, I and my crew were captured and hanged.
Most fascinating, without them ever seeing me, I have a noose-like scar from surgery on my neck, to remove discs that crushed my spinal cord , this lifetime, a vestigial remnant of reptilian vendetta exacted in this lifetime.
Earth is under invasion, one person at a time, and we are all alone, together.
These are my experiences, echoed in a link, at the end of the page of this journal entry.
I felt electric vibrations throughout my whole body while in bed and saw my body then separate and float out of my body, in astral abductions of my spiritual essence, which retained all of my predilections and discrimination, all the while leaving my chop-meat-DNA- contrived- body, bereft of spirit, behind, in bed.
At first glance, I believed that I had died!
Out of body, I had conveyor belt travels, vivid OBE sublime and terrifying experiences, at the hands of aliens, directly tied to my previously monitored thoughts, more proof of that alien-proprietary- monitored-consciousness, suffered by abductees.
I am a fifty year old happily married father of two extraordinary teens.
I am one who writes, landscapes, crafts his own ales, hunts mushrooms, breeds native giant silk moths, plays bass and drums and teaches.
My wife and I have been friends and lovers for over twenty years, and she supports my hobbies and writing with a skeptical and cautious approach which has helped to keep me centered.
I have seen different subspecies of alien entities since I was a young child living on Shore Road in Brooklyn until my later years as a resident of Long Island, and I am convinced that many others have also struggled to assess and grasp similar indigestible alien experiences which challenge everything we’ve ever been taught.
We were told by experts like Carl Sagan, who recently passed, that Earth is too far out in the ‘boonies’ of our galaxy to merit attention by E.T.s, but he was dead wrong, long before he was dead .
Earth is, and always has been, a crossroads for many highly technological lifeforms.
The mean-spirited ones, now doing salvage, are the vestigial remnants of a union that donated their DNA to set up this rare jewel of a preserve.
Good gamekeepers never let the animals within suspect that it is, indeed, a preserve.
THAT’S why, our planet looms as a seemingly rare botanical and animal jewel, in the context of so many other barren worlds, that we can discern in the Universe.
We, rather than having been divinely ordained for Earth, have been placed, and farmed throughout the galaxy, seen as someone else’s property.
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.