By Paul Schroeder
Anxiety levels high, nervous late one night, hours before bed, aware of THEM, intrigued. Ensconced in the ironic sense of their plaguing omnipresence, I posed a question playfully, internally; "Who was I physically in my previous lifetime?"
I wondered; since aliens are just like demons, who garner souls and tamper with souls transit enroute to and from Heaven, and who harass, intergenerationally, in families, as well; have aliens have bothered me in previous soul experiences as well as in this one?
It was a frivolous, teasing, tangentially curious question that I asked myself, never realizing that I would be provided an answer, of sorts. I relived it.
That night, I had a strange breathtakingly vivid dreamlike flash; unlike an evolving dream scenario, it was a five- second- long lightning flash, which was so short and so bright that like lightning, the scenes immediate afterimages have lingered, without revealing the whole landscape.
I was in mortal terror, panicked, in heart pounding transit, running fast through a series of apartment rooms whose corner windows overlooked what looked like a second story modern street scene; cars moved among the parked vehicles.
The sunlight outside seemed very bright from that height I noted as I ran, dry- mouthed, wide - eyed, gasping, in fear. As I rounded the apartments end which overlooked a street corner, I ran past a long and wide hall mirror on the wall before I reached for the doorknob in desperate haste to leave the flat. In that mirror, I caught a glimpse of myself running for my life; (as the door opened, to my hand, my heart pounding, in full flight, the scene turned to blackness.
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 awoke, realizing immediately that my question voiced internally to myself, had been heard, seriously considered, and that an answer had been given, fractionally.
Had they imposed these images, or 'retrieved' them from my subconscious memories of previous lifetimes?
Was it a lie?
(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! They may have monitored "me" in previous lifetimes when I was not "me" but really still was "me".
Why were they 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, the way they would treat our sperm or egg samples, to create new physical somatic creatures?
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.
Then, I knew that they were interested in an essence I never suspected I had; a soul .
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.
Aliens and Our Reincarnation: The Devil's Work
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