Alarmingly Strange Stories
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Tuesday - February I often wonder, when at air terminals, awash in crowds, or at a ballgame, how, seemingly unaware "bovines are being "milked", or whether how many are truly troubled, aware of nighttime 'visitors'. How many people, thronged in diverse pursuits know? How many merely suspect? The accumulated, slow built 'evidence' suddenly looms as obvious as a trout in the milk. But would cows recognize a trout in the milk?; most would go on to chew grass under God's blue skies and deny the subtle, spiritual interference as a 'bad dream', or their imagination. There is electrical interference with the T.V., bands of static and white noise, every few seconds on all the channels, like someone is broadcasting, nearby, on all frequencies! Ticks and knocks are heard in the walls; laying in bed, in the darkness, I hear a soft but clear footfalls in the attic and on the roof, paddling. The floorboards red and termite ridden, creak and pop as unseen entities walk by my footboard, as I toss anxiously; try hard to ignore the sounds, telling myself "How can they just walk unseen, through walls and doors yet have enough seeming weight of specific gravity to hear them make the floor creak?" begin to pray, trying to mentally resist, calmly now, over and over telling them to go: "Be gone, unclean, evil spirit. Leave me alone, the power of Christ, himself, the Blood of the Martyrs, God, himself, orders you to leave." -over and over - I close my eyes, aware that anger, fear; all negative emotions are food to them. My repulse must be totally positive. I try to think of them as marauding intrusive raccoons who stumble, motives unclear, into a trespass situation. There are some who sat the entities forfeit. Their right to "no attack", physically when they intrude, but they never materialize even when I know they're PRESENT, physically, I cannot see them. Sometimes a quick moving shadow or a flash of lights, (as though traffic could reverberate lights into a room with the blinds shut), is what I imagine I see. (They either "cloak" the area of their presence, or being at a higher intelligence and vibration level (not higher morals) they are simply invisible.) But they're THERE. Outside of pictures of aliens I've (thankfully)not remembered seeing one ever. Perhaps I just keep my eyes closed and that explains the general "blackness" surrounding vivid abduction memories, dreamlike in quality. "SLEEP!" "SLEEP!" A hooded grey stands, tall, by the bed: "GO BACK TO SLEEP - DO NOT AWAKEN" forces my mind to resume dreaming. I am in blackness. When I awake, bereft of memories, tired, I swing my legs over the bedside to reach the floor, and open my eyes. A voice, in my head, not my own, but much like my own says: "Time to activate." That stops me cold as I rise. "Time to activate"?? That's hardly my jargon, word-salad, choice of words to describe starting another day; "Time to activate" chills me as,(forgive me), EGO - ALIEN to my thought processes. Here again, I'm left to wander, "What does it mean?" What? (I left as though a "walk-in" has occurred into my mind psyche; an interloper -possessing - entity. I refuse the thought; I don't feel any differently.) But that sentence is so strange it haunts me days, later. "Time to activate" Am I being monitored? Controlled? It sure feels like "Time to activate" could be their jargon relating to the stoppage of oversleep pattern into the consciousness. Or is it replete with psychic or bodily conscious monitoring? "Time to activate." Activate what?! What does it mean?! I feel as though my inviolatible rights; rights over my body and spirit, have been repeatedly violated. March - 1999 Just before going to bed I heard footfalls creaking the floorboards by the closet door. I close my eyes and mentally recite the Lord's prayer. A vision of a naked woman is flashed into my mind; heavy -set, voluptuous. As I examine it, eyes closed, I realize that the image is imposed on me for mental intrusion. I reject the image and try to see Jesus' face, or the 'Sacred Heart' of love that God has for mankind. A white macabre mask of "Scream"; the phantom mask, mouth agape, eyes grimacing looms into my mind. I recognize that, it too, has been imposed, forced on me, to possibly scare me or answer my thoughts. I turn over in bed, eyes closed and reject , pityingly and with contempt, the attempt to startle me, holding a scornful, condescending, judgmental , disapproval of the entities efforts, I hold the thought of how ridiculous, paltry and ineffective the attempt at intrusion is. I drift into sleep, confidently holding those thoughts against the entities and trust to God and my spirit guides to protect me while I sleep.

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