The below was one of my most popular posts with many comments. The story of mysterious blood sub-type – RH negative. Some researchers including myself feel this blood sub-type is an alien connection – maybe a tracker vector or maybe the humans that possess it are compatible with an alien species. Enjoy again
There have been some interesting theories about Bloodlines. These theories range from how it can affect the human race to how it can determine your life role and even your status on this planet. As you may know, there are four blood types in the world. O type is the oldest and most common and A-type is second common, B third and AB least common. The Rh factor, which can occur in all blood types, is related in a strange way to the Rhesus primate (monkey).
The majority of the world population has the factor (RH), meaning they are positive. But 15% of the world is negative – lacking the factor completely. At this point, let me mention 33% of the Basque population is Rh-negative. And 55% of the Basque population is Blood type O, which is the highest in the world. The combination puts a lot of O negatives folks in the unique Basque country. I will write more about the Basque people in Part 2
A Blueblood is a term that the Royal European family has been called because many are RH negative and their blood is slightly blue. RH negative blood does not oxidize the way Rh-positive blood does hence the blue color (less oxygen). For many years the UFO community has whispered that Rh-negative humans are quite the prize for the alien groups that have been abducting people around the world over the last hundreds of years or more. I have not seen a conclusive study on this but after talking to several thousand abductees and contactees the Rh-negative folks could be a special targeted group. My guess is that people with this bloodline- factor have abilities that are created and passed down from genetic contact with non-humans. More in future postings –
Sleep Tight, Our blood is our cosmic signature, and it is important to know if you are negative or positive for many reasons.
Diaries are full of treasures, especially those forgotten over time. As I started to read my diary, page after page revealed a world I let slip by. I’m going to share with you just a snippet of a life and time in the medicine world.
While the Medicine Man ThunderBow wasn’t always easy to understand, he told me how being aware in the waking state affected the dream state, which seemed to make sense. I looked back at my diary and saw that we had called the dream state “dimensional walking.” It knocked my socks off, the very fact I had forgotten this and so many other experiences.
Dimensional walking was introduced to me when I was just 20. At first it seemed like too much discipline, and that was the last thing I wanted to do, especially with just being a few years out of high school. I wanted to spread my wings and be totally free of any kind of discipline. ThunderBow would just smile as I would give excuse after excuse as to why that didn’t appeal to me, but it seemed like he was always a few steps ahead of me, patiently waiting, knowing I would eventually come around.
Something was still coming at me in my dreams. I would wake up scared, sometimes scream or talk in my sleep. He would pat my shoulder and let me know everything was OK. I was safe, and he would mumble a few words in a prayer and usually, this put me at ease and I would fall back asleep. It was nerve-racking, and even as the days were long in the waking state, my nights were just the same. I could feel something out of reach, out of eyesight, and out of my understanding ready to pounce on me.
ThunderBow said that whatever this was knew I was a medicine woman long before I knew or even had an inkling that this path was even a possibility. I always wondered why he would smirk because it was never very funny to me. I would feel as if I was running ahead of myself in my dreams, and as I would catch up to myself, I would see a scary monster. There’s nothing scarier than thinking you are the monster you are running from.
At my wit’s end, I finally decided to follow ThunderBow’s instruction and learn how to do dimensional walking. It seemed quite weird, and I was out of my element at first. Meditation is not my strong suite because my mind is a chatterbox with an endless dialogue to keep itself company. Sometimes there would seem to be multiple whispers going on at once whenever I would try to quiet myself. It was as if they would go on autopilot at the hint of any meditation.
To help me learn how to focus on the “now,” ThunderBow arranged for my first sweat lodge with some friends. He set up a special ceremony for me so that I could understand the importance of discipline and focus. This was key to me being able to confront this monster or the dark entity that wouldn’t leave me alone.
It’s important to note that ThunderBow felt I needed something a bit extreme to kickstart my apprenticeship into dimensional walking. With that being said, the sweat lodge was the start of my medicine path. It was an extreme introduction into a world of the unknown and mysterious realm of shadows and magic … and did I say hot! There’s nothing like feeling like your face is falling off to get your attention. Yes, it was hotter than Hades, and it lasted what felt like an eternity, which was really just over an hour. I crawled in the sweat lodge a bit intimidated, lost and adrift from reality, and crawled out divergent, as if something had breathed new life into me. I was ready to start my tutelage into ThunderBow’s dimensional walking, or so I thought.
Step one was easier than I thought it would be because all I had to do was look for my hands in my dreams. Things changed quickly when I achieved this. Then I had to find large hands or hands wearing gloves or rings, etc. Then came inanimate objects, like bowls or vases that had designs painted on them. And then he upped the ante and asked me to find people in certain clothes and colors. Then I searched for small landscapes and trees. And the hardest of all for me was looking at the sky and finding clouds. I found that I mostly saw color, so ThunderBow said to choose to see in black and white. I didn’t like this because I felt like I would get stuck dreaming in a black-andwhite world. He assured me that I could turn color on just by intending it like a switch.
The good thing about all my exploration was the monster seemed to stay at bay and I was able to focus harder on my research into the realm of dimensional walking. The idea of dimensional walking has everything to do with your conscious awareness as you go to sleep. It’s not just a reminder, but an intention to keep the same awareness in dream time so that the assemblage point (dream body) can move about as if you never went to sleep.
It’s also about being aware of what’s happening to your surroundings as you sleep. Being out of the body and traversing into unknown dimensions was only part of it. I had to be aware of my body back in my bed in my repose position. It was when I was at the two-year mark that something quite terrifying happened that changed everything. I can remember to this day how empowered I felt at first, and then the stark reality hit me of being completely vulnerable and unprepared for the consequences of what I was doing.
ThunderBow said my next goal was to find a movie theater. So I went to bed and focused on finding a movie theater. It took a few weeks, but one night within what seemed minutes of falling asleep, I was sitting in the theater with other people. I felt the seat, heard the music playing in the background, and I smelled popcorn. The movie hadn’t started yet, so I was just sitting by myself staring at a huge white screen. I then remembered to come back to my body, wake up, and then go back to sleep and go right back to my seat in the movie theater. I did it and was elated the next morning.
The following night ThunderBow wanted me to find rocks to walk on and look for a village or small town. I think he suggested somewhere like the English countryside. I thought that would be quite interesting, so I went into my place of quietude and ventured onwards. At first I remembered almost popping into a rocky place and smelling the dirt. It was almost like I was literally in the country. I looked around me, and there were large trees and bushes on a slanting hill.
I was facing a hill full of rocks that seemed easy enough to climb, so I started putting my hands on the rocks and pulling myself up. As I was climbing up the rock incline, I started to feel tingling in my hands and arms. As I reached the top of the rocky hillside, I saw a country house in the distance, and that’s when I got a big whiff of the dirt, flowers, and tiny shrubs up my nose. I felt the wind on my face, and my hair was blowing to the side. It was the first time I had ever felt the wind, and the shock of it and all the smells in my nostrils made me feel dizzy.
I then saw this auroral glimmer go into my hands and up my arms. I felt as if I was coming alive with this wash of scintillating energy, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I didn’t get out of there, I would have fully integrated into the very location I was at. It no longer felt like a dream, but more like an actual place. I remember thinking to myself, is this dimension like back home? When I could feel the cool dirt beneath my hands, I freaked out and pushed away from the rocks. I started to slide down forgetting that I was on a rocky slope, yelling and grabbing for branches to slow my fall.
Then I slowly woke up. I knew something weird had happened because there was a little bit of dirt on my sheets and under my fingernails. This was a first. I realized that what I had done seemed beyond me, and when I told ThunderBow what happened, he seemed pleased but very concerned. We had been working toward something that once attained was a whole other ballgame. He had me take a break from dimensional walking so I could get my bearings back and try again. I never did allow myself after that to go as far into another realm. I held myself back and just couldn’t yield to the dangers of uncharted territory.
I know the rules here in this reality, but to do the dimensional walking I realized that there weren’t any handbooks on what to do if you find yourself lost in another realm. You can’t get cold feet once you are there, and getting back in itself could be a wild ride
Last but not least, I did the one thing I needed to do. Remember the monster hidden in the shadows of my dreams? Well, I confronted it. ThunderBow had me find a mirror, and he said to look into it and tell him what I saw. It took me awhile — I guess because I was avoiding it — but when I finally was able to find a mirror and look into it, I saw a hideous face looking back at me. I started to back away when something weird started to happen. It slowly morphed into my face. And there I was left looking at myself, no monster left insight.
As Medicine Man Black Elk once said, “Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.” In my case, I had found that I had been afraid of myself and my potential. Philosopher Henri-Frédéric Amiel stated, “Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from human prison.” It was evident I had freed myself, and I realized that there was so much that dimensional walking could help me figure out and remedy. It was a key to a self-imposed prison. In some ways, I was the prison guard.
Dimensional walking was an insight into the deeper pool of who I really was. I unlearned cultural esthetics that didn’t feel right and had the courage to develop opinions that were solely mine. I also saw that there is so much within myself that is basically uncharted territory. I have continued at a more cautious level with dimensional walking, and I feel it has integrated into my Third Eye sense of awareness.
I haven’t looked into another mirror since that impactful experience. I guess if I have one question today, it would be, what would my reflection look like now? I guess I’ll have to find another mirror and find out.
I have talked to many people (receivers) over the years that have had dreams or vivid memories of being told the end is near. They also hear, something negative is coming or it or they have arrived and are among us. All of these revelations leave the receiver of this information, not feeling good. They seemed to be confused and upset. It seems to disrupt their normal flow for several days. These type of dreams-memories seem to be on the increase over the last year or so. Is it because of the state of Gaia, or is it the Earth crying out and stressing out humankind to such a degree, it’s creating unstable mind sync and hence resulting in these bad dreams and thoughts.
Another probability is that Alien Beings are warning some of us of impending doom and to be prepared. The issue with this probability is that I have been hearing this for 50 years from hundreds of alien contactees and nothing to the degree of these messages has happened. Although, maybe it is still coming as all of us sane people know something on a doomsday scale is coming from Global warming and probably sooner than later. Still, in these types of visions-dreams, the disaster comes quickly and the destruction is total. Global warming is, by comparison, slow and not total destruction, millions will survive to start over.
One of the interesting ways the communication is made is through a trusted or known person, someone close to the receiver. I believe if the source is alien, this is a powerful way for them to convince the receiver that the content is real or at least needs to be considered. This would also give the receiver a bit of a visual comfort considering many aliens in their true form are less than attractive or in other words, they are damn scary looking. It may all come down to all of the above is correct. The Cosmos, Aliens, and Gaia are all warning us to prepare, physically and mentally for a shift. The ones that do prepare and realize the truth, will be deemed worthy of saving as they have sorted out truths from lies.
Sleep Truth – be prepared the thieves will come in the night and they will carry no lies. MWiz.
Throughout childhood really weird phobias crept out of nowhere and I found myself in some cases manipulated by odd fears. To this day, I hate cars or vehicles of any sort coming up behind me. It unhinges me to no end. If I hear cars coming I either run or hide in bushes. There’s a really interesting comfort in knowing I can’t be seen. As a child, I would outrun cars walking home or find hiding places along the way home. I actually had hiding places down in my head that I could run to at a moment’s notice along the way to and from school. To this day as an adult, I have to keep myself from jumping into bushes. I’m sure Michael wouldn’t appreciate trying to coax me out of our neighbor’s bushes so I do my best to control this strange habit.
I can’t sleep with a top sheet. I don’t like the feel of it and I don’t like my feet being confined by the weight of the top sheet and the bedspread. I have memories of being on a table and having a thick, sticky, mucus like substance draped over me. It would get really tight and I wouldn’t be able to move. My arms and legs would be held so tight that I remember screaming with no sound coming out of me.
I could turn my head side to side and look around but I couldn’t get free and the more I struggled, the tighter it would become. It would feel like hours would pass with no one coming around. In some ways that was just as bad as what the Greys were doing to me. That was probably the worst torture of all and I believe to this day that the Greys and anyone else who does this, knows it. It’s part of the mind-screw that they implement starting at young ages. To this day if I find sheets on me, I panic.
Add to the above, the uncomfortable and stressful feelings I get being in an elevator or in a car on a highway that is slowed by traffic. When I was in Paris, France years ago, I was staying at a hotel that had a small and round elevator. It was big enough just for two people. I went up it the first time and by the time we hit the floor our room was on, I was a total mess. I couldn’t breathe, I had sweat coming off my forehead and the palms of my hands were sweaty and hot. When I got to my room, I looked in the mirror and was flushed from head to toe. I looked like I had been in the sun and was a cooked lobster. It took a few hours for me to get back to normal. I walked up and down the stairs after that.
Just recently Michael and I went to go get family from the airport and the roads were full of black ice. Traffic came to a standstill, three or four times and I found myself panicking, not being able to breathe. My palms were sweaty and I was stressed beyond my limits so much so that I almost jumped out of the car. This particular phobia, I don’t understand unless I was taken away against my will multiple times in vehicles and I associate traffic and being confined in a car to this fear.
Like most abductees, I can’t sleep with the lights off. The darkness is too vast and so much can happen in the blackness of the room. Corners in a room become hiding places for uninvited creatures and closets become doorways into the unknown. I can feel spirits looking down at me, sucking my breath away or standing by my bed staring down at me. I have been touched and shaken even with the lights on but for me, the advantage is that I can see my surroundings. The days of sleeping in a dark room were over years ago.
I grew up in an average household with two older sisters. We were middle class America with hopes and dreams just like everybody else. Maybe that was a part of this phenomenon, the more American pie people are, the better they are for target practice and to experiment on.
How does the paranormal fit into all of this? Well, for some reason abductees attract the paranormal to them and I am assuming because we carry with us a very distinct energy or frequency that becomes altered through the abductions, it stays with us throughout our lives.
Sometimes the shadows will divulge what type of intelligence is lurking in the corner. It doesn’t matter if it’s Alien, human or spirit, I don’t like uninvited guests especially when I’m at my most vulnerable. For Empaths like myself, we don’t like surprises so turning on the light seems to be whole heck of a lot easier than waiting for the darkness to emerge.
As Michael says, sleep tight but for those of you like me, keep the lights on.
Here are some drawings I have done of entities and Beings that were either helpful or harmful. I think it’s important as an Empath to show everyone what I see. I draw from my inner mind (view) of what they look like to me or how they show themselves to me. Let Michael and I know what you think. ALL DRAWINGS ARE COPYRIGHTED 2017. If you want to use my drawings, please let me know and ask me.
Raitheeyon: A Reptilian who can be either male or female depending on the circumstances. The interaction with this Alien made me feel like I was breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I was so sick mentally, physically and spiritually the last 3 months of being in Utah that I felt like I wouldn’t make it out.
2. Dugway Sprites: While Michael and I were in Utah these Entities contacted me during a drive through Skull Valley close to Dugway Proving Grounds. They told me that if we went back and drove toward the Skull Valley area and the mountains around the Base that they would show themselves as energy and light anomalies. They were a beautiful experience!
3.Antioch: Is a Jinn. He came about with when Michael and I went to Skinwalker Ranch in Utah. He is one of the Beings that stands by a Portal on the property. He represents the darkness or the part of ancient history that follows the beginnings of history. He was demanding and a problem for a while until I shut him out and made it clear no more contact.
4. Amadeus: Is the opposite of Antioch. He/she is a Hermaphrodite who stands by the other side of the Portal on Skinwalker Ranch. She is an earthbound Angel that adjusts for dark energy that goes through the Portal. He/She is the balance, the opposition to Antioch’s darkness. Amadeus is the illuminating source of the higher frequency of Ethereal Bliss, Euphoria and Love.
So read the below CNN article about a ” strong Signal ” from maybe an alien civilization,, please read it– the sad thing is we all spent our precious time reading it.
CNN)Astronomers engaged in the search for extraterrestrial intelligence (SETI) are training their instruments on a star around 94 light years from Earth after a very strong signal was detected by a Russian telescope.
An international team of researchers is now examining the radio signal and its star, HD 164595 — described in a paper by Italian astronomer Claudio Maccone and others as a “strong candidate for SETI” — in the hopes of determining its origin. “The signal from HD 164595 is intriguing, because it comes from the vicinity of a sun-like star, and if it’s artificial, its strength is great enough that it was clearly made by a civilization with capabilities beyond those of humankind,” astronomer Douglas Vakoch, president of METI International, which searches for life beyond Earth, tells CNN. Whenever a strong signal is detected, “it’s a good possibility for some nearby civilization to be detected,” Maccone tells CNN. But experts say it is highly unlikely to be a message from alien beings. “Without corroboration from an independent observatory, a putative signal from extraterrestrials doesn’t have a lot of credibility,” Vakoch says.
This could all be truth but the only real honest group on this earth that could reach and communicate with these ” Aliens” would be our Aliens, which have been living here among us humans for hundreds and more like thousands of years. Would it not be a better use of resources to have our Aliens reach out to them (94 lightyear) aliens and let our Aliens do the interstellar travel for us. Groups like METI and SETI are all distractions from the real truth – about the beings ( our Aliens) who have controlled our human existence from day one and beyond that probably seeded us here on planet earth as their Galactic Experiment.
June 26th (Between 4:30 and 6:00 am in the morning)
I noticed that most of the detailed experiences I’ve been having are in the early morning hours from 4:00 to 7:00 am so these hours seem to be significant to when I am taken or experiencing intense dreams etc.
This particular morning I was experiencing a few things in my encounter, severe situations and conversations pertaining to my leaving New Mexico. One part of my dream that stood out was being in a car that was driving me to a veteran’s hospital. I tried to drive to the hospital in my own car but I was confused, turned around and couldn’t seem to find the right street. All of a sudden, I was being driven to the hospital within the blink of an eye, which felt odd and seemed to make no sense. I was in the back seat and realized I was in a patient’s gown and I was embarrassed wondering where my clothes were.
There were two men in the front seats of the car and I remember saying, “Oh, okay, I know where I am now. I didn’t go far enough around seeing the road circled the hospital.”
As I said this, we drove past some men who were in fatigues and running down the road. They were doing interesting turns and running sideways, singing as we passed them. The fatigues were light brown in color and they had on tee-shirts and caps. One of the men running saw me and started running fast, fast enough to catch up to the car. The car must have had a side railing on it because he jumped on the railing to talk to me as if he knew me well. He asked me how I was doing. It was then that I saw my hospital gown reflected back to me from the window and I realized that I must be sick or something was wrong with me. It was weird to have it on already because I don’t remember putting it on.
He asked me when I was moving from New Mexico and I said when the house sells. He asked me where I was going and I told him Oregon or Washington State. He asked me a weird question. He asked me if I was sure I should leave.
I started to remember that I knew him well and that we were good friends which made me sad that I wouldn’t be seeing him when I moved away. He said good-bye and he put his hand up against the window and I put my hand up against the window in a gesture of good-bye.
Second phase of experience.
I was in a room and I was tied with my wrists together from a long hook on a door or side of a wall. It was hard to see because I was waking up from being unconscious. I felt blood dripping and coming from between my legs, a lot of blood because I could see it on the floor. I realized that whatever happened to me, a male nurse in the room was not taking care of me. As a matter of fact he was looking at me with disgust and he seemed very disinterested in my compromised position. I somehow got my hand free and realized that I had to call 911 because I was hurt badly. I found a cell phone (thought it was mine for some reason) and found it really hard to get my fingers to work and hit the correct numbers. The male nurse said I didn’t need to call and tried to calm me down just as I was able to hit the last number. I said, I needed and ambulance and that I was bleeding. He made me nervous because I knew somehow he was the one who did this to me or helped others hurt me.
It didn’t take long for the ambulance to get to the building. As a matter of fact what was weird was it seemed like seconds and it was there. I looked out the window and felt relief because I knew I was in danger with whatever was happening to me in the room I was in. I remember the room was all white and I did see the hook I was hung from to bleed out, I can only assume. When the ambulance came in, they had a hard time getting the gurney in the room because there were lots of beds in the way which as I was thinking about it, why was I on a hook and not a bed? They finally got me on the gurney and I started to feel like I would hopefully live through the experience.
Third phase of experience.
Once I was in the hospital, I was placed in a room with two nurses. I saw an ex-ray of my brain and one of the nurses said it wasn’t working properly because I wasn’t raising my eyebrows correctly. I guess I wasn’t engaged enough or taking directions from them the way they thought I should be. I do remember that I was very confused and out of it the entire experience. I did find her statement odd and when I looked more closely at the ex-ray, I saw a black dot over by my right eye socket and I then saw more black dots, one further towards the middle of my brain. They looked like implants.
A blonde nurse was wearing the normal hospital attire which was a top and pants, white in color. I was sitting in a wheelchair facing the two nurses watching them talk to each other about my ex-ray. The blonde nurse turned to look at me and she asked if I had been sick, motioning to her stomach. I said I wasn’t sick in that way but that I was not feeling well obviously because I was bleeding. I told her that I felt foggy and couldn’t focus. There was no mentioning of my bleeding and I was confused because this made no sense. I could feel the blood and wondered if they were going to let me bleed to death.
I also got a hold of another cell phone, I think I saw it somewhere and when I tried to push the buttons, nothing happened, I couldn’t get the screen to work. There was an emblem on the top part of the phone that looked like a Celtic design. The name by the design was something like Selerian, Serenden or close to Selenium.
There were other parts to this experience but these stood out the most because they were very much like a Milab experience more than anything else. It was definitely a military hospital I was taken too and I think the room I woke up it was used to doing torturous things to patients and people like me. It was a very scary experience especially the blood running down my legs. I had a period
From time to time – we share some of the more interesting experiences sent in by our readers. Here is one such story .
THE DREAM OF 689 c. 1986
I’ve always been a logical guy – never believing anything I hear, and only half of what I see. But there came a time when things started to change. In 1973 my father had a strange encounter. He awoke in the middle of the night to odd noises, and upon inspection, saw that a circular craft had appeared in the back yard. He went outside and was greeted by what he said were “people” (he made no reference to aliens or beings beyond what we know as human). He claimed he was taken inside the craft and the “people” told him he would not live a long life on Earth. He told the “people” that he didn’t want to leave his family, but the visitors said he had no choice in the matter. My father never said much more about the incident and in 1983 he died of lung cancer at the age of 55. To his day, my mother believes he dreamt the encounter with the “people” and was just sleepwalking. But my dad was never known to sleepwalk, and to add credence to his story was the circular imprint left in the backyard which I remember remained for days. His being told “not a long life on Earth” has since intrigued me, and several years later I began to have strange dreams about visitations from my dad and visions involving alien craft which led to a feeling that he had been recruited for something. The dreams are very vivid, profound, and most always in color (I rarely dream in color). The most vivid came to me in 1986. The following is what I dreamt.
I was attending a party. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, but the room was without windows or wall hangings, rather small and very crowed. No one looked familiar to me. I became claustrophobic and felt out of place. I had the urge to poop so I made my way through the crowd to the only door I could see and entered a bathroom. The room was large. Larger than the party room. The commode was bright chrome and so large that I had to set myself precariously on it to keep my balance. As I finished my business, a huge entryway opened to the side revealing an even larger room, completely white, filled with machine-like gadgets sitting on cubical stand tables. The machines were unrecognizable to me but looked oddly antique in design. The room was very bright and had a giant window to the far end revealing a brilliant blue sky. Outside, strange looking birds of considerable size with multi-colored bills and feathers were swooping toward the glass and then upward into the air. They made no sound. Leaning slightly over and tinkering with one of the machines, dressed in pure white, was my father who had died a few years previous. He straightened, looked at me and smiled. I told him how happy I was to see him. He chuckled and said he had something to show me. He led me to one of the
machines which had a glass dome covering it with a small portal at its base. From this, an orange ticket about the size of a business card was produced with the number 689 printed on it. My father handed me the card saying nothing. I took the card and immediately turned it upside down to notice that it still read 689. I looked at my father and asked him if all this was merely a dream, or some vision of an alternate reality. He answered my question and then I awoke retaining a vivid memory of everything with the exception of his answer.
Bruce – balanheisler@gmail.com ( any questions email the author directly)
Blurry image of nightmarish alien beings.
The fear that comes from the very word, possession conjures up memories of just about every possession type movie ever made. How many people wake up each day worried that something will take over their body? Probably not many, because as humans, we don’t live life thinking in terms of our bodies being possessed or fear the unthinkable … body snatching. It’s a made for movie problem, not so much a real life problem. But what happens to those few who have experienced possession? Are they ever the same or does the relationship between body and soul have a whole new meaning?
The body is the vessel that contains so much of our life experience here on earth. The library within is a complete anthology of who we are and it contains our evolution as souls. Our bodies are truly the vessels of experience because in order to complete multiple life cycles, I believe we need multiple bodies. Some may argue this statement but it’s one that I have come to understand as the truth. The human experience is so much more and I am forever grateful to God, our architect of life for the endless opportunity to learn and grow throughout the ages.
With the alien abductions I have experienced, I have learned that with my brain’s ability to contain information, it also can be so manipulated. Reality versus implants becomes muddy and permeable to what I think the truth is. Maybe what I remembered really didn’t happen or it did on a larger scale. After all these lifetimes, I wonder why my brain and body are still so vulnerable. But I got to thinking, what of that of Aliens? Can they be possessed like humans and would any other entity really even want to take over such an adversarial foe? Would it even be the same or is it really an earth based condition and one that only humans experience.
In the scheme of things, does the evolution of a species play a part in their vulnerability? Why are humans specific to earth plagued problems that come with the deluge of experiments, abductions and the subjugation of fallacious rule? Do Aliens experience what we do in their own communities or do they have an entirely different type of dynamics within their communities that places them in a different realm?
Do the various entities have procedures that dictate who they conquer, harass or manipulate? How is it, that mankind can be possessed and yet we never hear of Aliens such as Greys, Reptilian or the Tall Whites that succumb to the same problem? Do dark entities know instinctively who to manipulate and subjugate? If it happens, it’s a well kept secret at least from a human standpoint.
Wouldn’t it make sense to possess a more powerful species? Perhaps this is a dark secret that dark entities don’t want us to know about. With Aliens highly evolved minds, are they impervious to attacks and possession?
With our emotional strengths and weaknesses, we can overcome any adversity and yet call to ourselves the very darkness that we so detest by one emotion that serves no one, it’s called fear. It can blanket every aspect of a person’s day or night, taking over the sanity of their lives, creating a perilous existence. Fear seems to be the one thing that human beings carry within them that other species don’t. If fear is our Achilles heel, what would be so for other species? I really don’t think that we are so inferior as a species that we are the only ones being attacked and tormented by malevolent creatures. But I must admit, when I was in the company of Greys, it never entered my mind to ask this question. It wasn’t even on the back-burner for future encounters.
Can the idea of people following their religions be a beacon, that invisible marker that attracts these dark creatures? Religions in their many traditions tend to become the mediaries between humans and their divinity. The unfortunate consequence of letting someone else tell us what God wants us to know, is that it seats us at a disadvantage. Sometimes religion creates a disproportionate echelon that places people at the very bottom or more to the point leading them to believe that is their rightful place.
Adding to this question, I haven’t really heard of a Sasquatch, Dogman or other Cryptids becoming possessed but maybe this is because the archaic stories of old have somehow been lost through the forests of time, along with the creatures of old. Interestingly enough, with the paranormal activity connected to abductions, I wonder if the ethereal world beyond the veil has more to it than we can ever fathom. Maybe Aliens don’t become possessed because they are a part of the possession itself. So the question then becomes, who is worse, the demon or the Alien?
