Paul Schroeder Story
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About Me: by Paul Schroeder

As an abductee for my whole life I have stumbled through unknowingness to suspicion to resistance and offer rare insights and advice to detect and thwart alien soul and body tampering Degrees & Certifications: published widely and recognized as an eloquent note in the chorus of barbaric yawps concerning experts who've never seen or confronted these myriad entities, personally for 45 years.

At night, your astral body travels to realms from angelic to demonic, a spirit world of myriad vibration levels and the pictures you see on the backs of your eyelids, while you R.E.M., 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.

Aliens have failed to hybridize, and now invade astrally to abduct, monitor, and possess; to entangle their energies with ours to ride the reincarnation roller coaster of our auras giving a new meaning to a silent invasion; these are my experiences. I am a fifty year old happily married father of two extraordinary teens. I am one who writes, landscapes, crafts his own ales, hunts mushrooms, breeds native giant silk moths, and teaches.

My wife and I have been friends and lovers for over twenty years, and she supports my hobbies and writing with a skeptical and cautious approach which has helped to keep me centered. I have seen different subspecies of alien entities since I was a young child living on Shore Road in Brooklyn until my later years as a resident of Long Island, and I am convinced that many others have also struggled to assess and grasp similar indigestible experiences which challenge everything we've ever been taught. 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 they were interested in an essence I never suspected I had: a soul.

A Tapping . . .

Tactics and Motives of Grey Aliens

Mind Control and Hypnosis, Part 1

Mind Control and Hypnosis, Part 2

Mind Control and Hypnosis, Part 3

Vague and Vivid Snippets of Memory (Excerpt from Part 2)

The 'Jinns' (Excerpt from Parts 2 and 3)

Tinkerbell (Excerpt from Part 3)

Alarm Clock Demons


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