Article by Paul Schroeder
Sometimes, after abductions, the inter-dimensional door, left open, invites in the “gangster fringe” element of the spirit world.
I have heard astonishing things most unverifiable about Heaven, from ribald odd psychic mediums:
Too heavy smokers retain visibly black lungs, the vain- cosmetic- surgery- addicted, sport disfigured countenances, those too rich, ornate and gaudy, appear homely and threadbare.
According to some psychics, there is an inverse relationship between our aspects, after death, in transition, in an astral world, that mirrors and reflect our damages, foolishness and wrong values, from one’s life most recently departed.
Who could foresee or imagine such instant spiritually blatant karma-ricochets ?
To skeptics or to the religiously programmed, I assert that the theory that consciousness ends with physical death, has never been proved, to me.
If one examines diverse spiritual phenomena: demonic possession, OBEs, NDEs, hauntings, poltergeists, reincarnation memories through regressive hypnosis, just to mention a few, the undeniable evidence of a spiritual reality looms as obvious as a trout in the milk.
We should all be born with lunch boxes for our stay here, in this school, is short, compared to the eternal spark of God within us that endures.
We step out of our body when we physically die , just as we do step out of our cars and our clothing, and we are no more our bodies than we are our cars or clothing.
Psychics and mediums well know this.
Our spirits, if not stolen by demons or reptilian aliens, or stuck, Earthbound, move on to one of the very many varied realms of Heaven.
Spirits in beginning transition, vulnerable to being stolen by reptilian aliens to be recycled, or garnered by demons who collect souls like children do marbles, will often linger to stay close to us.
Since only our ‘clothing’, or our body’s external shell is buried,
visiting a cemetery is moot, because the loving spirits of our dead travel with us there, and return from there, with us.
But, Earthbound’s sinister dark souls, and inhuman diabolical spirits, will persist within cemeteries.
Pregnant mothers are restricted from attending cemeteries by many religions, to offer protection to the unborn, from opportunistic sinister spirits.
Certain minerals in stones, such as ferrous, jasper, tourmaline and quartz, carried by some sensitives, can assist, and
can act as a deterrent.
I have also gleaned that The “LIGHT”, into which we enter, to ‘cross over’, at physical death, is not outward and external, but emanates from WITHIN us, at death, a detail overlooked and unrecognized .
But, what about trapped ghosts? In our natural spirit state we are ghosts: fogs of electromagnetic energy ,with memory and a sense of identity.
Ghost-hunters need a glimmer that spirits who they document, SHOULD BE rescued; this lack of moral recognition, risks “depraved indifference”, a moral crime.
Circus or rodeo’s audiences applause, watching abused animals hard- beaten- perform postures unnatural to their natures , is similarly a ‘depraved indifference’.
Circus and rodeo lovers, like ghost- hunters, return to their cars to leave a chunk of their spiritual evolution, behind..
We get a sure ride to Earth, from Heaven, at birth, but no guarantees for a safe return trip home.
When my psychic prowess began to sputter on, I initially was aware of so many ghosts afoot everywhere, that it made me doubt Heaven’s very existence.
Trapped human spirits are ‘provoked’ by ghost-hunters to elicit evidences, and are seen as sport, like an animalabused at a rodeo or circuses.
With ghosts, I think of the chrysalis that never emerges, the cocoon frozen and dead, a human spirit lost in anguish between life and death;.
My heart breaks and I am sullen for the unfairness of God’s unkept promise, the return dream of Heaven, deferred.
The feeling of unseen human hands and their undeniable touches on my arms, back and shoulders, with concurrent accompanying psychic disturbances increased.
I feel symptoms of a lost soul/ ghost, who jumps on me, and an energy connection is felt, in that my skin burns and buzzes where I am touched and connection are made..
Sometimes that awareness crashes crystal clear:
I recently had a very “odd in- your- face” encounter with a“Shadow Person.”
Sitting at my computer, writing long into the wee hours, the screen’s glow the only illumination in the room, I slowly became aware of a gradual peripheral movement alongside my right cheek, that moved forward into view, to emerge directly facing me.
A black silhouette of a face, illuminated by the neon glow of the computer screen, a side view of a profile of a slim young man, emerged which then quickly turned, to face me straight on.
A full second before I loudly exclaimed and shouted, an involuntary reaction, I could see a slim, thin human face darker than the room’s darkness, fully facing me!
As I have purposefully unlearned fear, the shout was instinctive and only awe surfaced. But it was a “Shadow Person” up close and intimate.
At one time, in order to block these experiences, knowing that some medications did change brain chemistry to the extent, to simply put one beyond the reach of such creatures, I tried antihistaminesand did indeed manage to stop it all, temporarily. I had read that on the Internet and just wanting to feel normal, again, tried it on myself.
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