Previous Lifetime Memory/Alien Soul Tampering

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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 that since aliens, just like demons, garner souls and tamper  with these souls transit en route to Heaven that they may also harass us in  intergenerational fashion in varied families, as well.

I wondered  whether these reptilian aliens had bothered me in previous soul experiences, in  equal fashion as this one.

It was a frivolous, teasing, tangentially  curious internal unvoiced question that I asked myself; I never realized that I  would be provided an answer, of sorts.

I relived it. It was vivid and  electric and unlike any dream I had ever had.

That night, I had a  strange breathtakingly vivid dreamlike flash; unlike an evolving dream scenario,  it was a five- second- long lightning flash so short and so bright; like  lightning, the scene's immediate afterimages lingered without revealing the  whole landscape.

My heart was pounding and my legs were running. 

I was in mortal terror, panicked, gasping, in heart pounding transit; I  ran through a series of apartment rooms whose corner windows overlooked a high  tenth story modern street scene; far below, outside the window's glass, 1920's  or 1930's cars moved.

On both sides of the street below were many  antique parked vehicles.

The sunlight outside seemed very bright from  that height, I remember that I noted as I ran, dry- mouthed, wide - eyed,  gasping, in raw fear.

As I quickly rounded the apartment's end which  overlooked another street corner, I ran passed a long and wide hall mirror hung  on the wall behind and opposite the front door.

I reached for the  doorknob in desperate haste to leave and to my left saw a full bodied reflection  ; I caught a glimpse of myself running for my life.

As the door opened  to my hand, I was in terror and in full flight; the scene turned to blackness. 

Inside - The person who ran was me, me in every feeling breath, nuance  and thought, me in intact attitudes, likes and inclinations.

Outside -  The person who ran wasn't me at all.

That lighting flash, vivid and  sharp, reveals an afterimage of the person who looked back at me.

In the  mirror: a panicked and frightened young girl in her mid twenties, who had my  blue eyes, but who also had bottle-dyed blonde hair of medium length. 

She was thin, small in stature, a young woman with taut pinched features  who tightly clutched a small bright red pocketbook.

I awoke, in horror,  realizing immediately that my question voiced internally to myself, had been  heard, seriously considered and answered!

Reliving a vivid memory had  been allowed me ; a fractional answer, had been flashed into my brain . 

My God, how they monitor and hug my conscious train of thought! 

Had they imposed these images or had they 'retrieved' them from my  subconscious?

Were these memories of another alien controlled previous  lifetime?

Was it a lie?

And yet, I was stunned to admit, to  believe that one's personality and nature, the inner soul-mind, is essentially  unalterable, except in small gradients, from one stolen lifetime to another. 

What troubled me was that I had received a powerful answer on many  levels; they can read my mind and my unspoken thoughts! Their proprietary  attitude and involvement was omnipresent and offensive.

Why had they  have monitored "me" in previous lifetimes when I was not "me" but really still  was "me"?

Is that why they specialized in astral abductions and were so  interested in one's soul?

Can they also "splinter" the soul and kindle  new flames from those sparks to create new souls for their own purposes, the way  they treat sperm or egg, neonate samples, to create new physical somatic  creatures?



How is this magic accomplished? 


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.



Parts of our soul energies are  merged .

Then the sparkling circle of rotating lights are siphoned off  into another hulking machine just beyond my sight.


If they are confronted they will murder. 

If the alternate truth weren't so very scary, I'd say that there are no  things worse than murder, than death at the hands of these elusive malicious  reptilian-grey alien creatures.

What could be worse than death at their  hands?



People, after physical death, should continue on  to that other dimension that we all should come from and should go to, a  dimension that we call, " Heaven ".

As eternal and divine spirits we see  Earth as a 'school' where we briefly reside, repeatedly, in a succession of many  lifetimes and oddly within a DNA contrived physical body, to learn " lessons "  that refine and hone our spirits.

But, as if lifetime abductions by  aliens weren't enough, imagine many series of lifetimes, husbanded by greys, who  interfere with our soul's transit; they collect and garner souls and transfer  them into soulless bodies that they've created, bypassing the God - natural  recycling, planning of HEAVEN,_EARTH,_HEAVEN,_EARTH for our soul's designed  evolution.

There is no intermediary Heaven for such stolen 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.








What we do know  is that we are mere spiritual sheep for shearing, to them; we are used by them  in almost the same precise way that remora and lamprey use denizens of the  oceans.

It is the Devil's work.

Reptilians 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 to become hosts of parasitism by these intruding,  nighttime bedroom harassers who are the occupants of UFOs and the demons they  have access to, and who stay with us from lifetime to lifetime; like the Dalai  Lama they find us again, early in childhood.

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 spiritual repulse 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 steal the spiritual recycling we have.

But we,  for the most part, as a race of entities, are dully unaware of Heaven and  rebirth and its amazing implications.

A loving God gives us many  lifetimes to refine, evolve our souls and we should choose the lessons but these  joyriding grey reptilian 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. 

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