a reply to: FlyInTheOintment
As for me, my personal experiences have been too numerous to record fully in the time I'm able to commit at this particular moment, though I hope to
come back & give a proper breakdown of some of the stranger stuff. I still have a team of spooks involved in 'handling' certain aspects of my life,
and have verified this a number of times - though it's quite hard to prove, even when other members of my family & friends have witnessed the
goings-on. I mean, they're spooks when all is said & done, so they're pretty much fulfilling their job description when they don't get caught.
I suppose the really weird stuff started when I had a hypnampompic experience aged 17 - I was toyed with by an attractive, sensual female from another
phase of reality, who materialised on top of me in bed. She kissed me, & as she did, a strange gel-ball, like a marble wrapped in jello, transferred
from her mouth to mine. Then the damn thing literally propelled itself down my paralysed mouth/throat/gullet. The woman dematerialised, and I slowly
came round to full awareness of the room around me. I could feel something wriggling around in my stomach, I wondered if it was my imagination - I
checked the door, it was still locked from the inside (living in a hostel at the time). I lay back down again, feeling the weird discomfort that
something 'alien' was inside my stomach, wriggling around. I tried to pass it off as indigestion and a bad case of night terrors (though she was
the most pleasant apparition ever experienced..!)
A short while later, I felt a sudden and intense pain in the upper left side of where I know my stomach to be located. It was like a searing
needle-fine blade determinedly, and slowly, carving through the stomach lining from the inside out. The thing pressed in towards the area which had
apparently been cut, then went dormant for a while, Later, the same thing, same pattern - incision, pain, movement into the cut, then dormancy. This
literally went on for two days, with occasional pulses of regular, defined 'wriggling' accompanying the pain. After two days the thing stopped
wriggling, and apparently went dormant. Someone in the hostel, who was clearly psychotic and had issues with allowing dark entities to share spaces
within his being, began to have moments of extreme malicious laughter and mockery, referring in no uncertain terms to something not only alien, but
actually demonic in nature, having been implanted in me.
For years afterwards I would have episodes where I had sudden and intense abdominal pain, accompanied by the wriggling movements of the 'thing',
which had apparently spent the first few days working its way slowly, painfully, into my abdominal cavity. It would move from one side to the other
in between episodes, and it actually showed up on an x-ray, the only one I was allowed to see (despite having up to ten x-rays, including at least
five on the chest/abdomen taken in recent years) The NHS are supposed to provide you with all scan images if you pay a fee and fill out a form. I
was only given one, being told that the others had been 'lost'. In the single chest/abdo image I was given, you can make out the 'thing', hiding
behind my left lung, with a tail like that of a manta ray hanging down into the abdominal cavity,
Even after seventeen years, I still get woken by its weird pulsating cycles of movement, wriggling & stabbing pain, which last from a few minutes to
an hour each time. When it first was 'implanted', the weird guy I mentioned before sat down next to me the next day, deliberate invasion of
personal space to a ridiculous degree - eyes gleaming with malice & demonic mirth, he stated in a matter-of-fact way, with a glint in his eyes:
"It's Be-e-je-bub" - which I instinctively knew to be the name of a demon (albeit one that isn't catalogued in the grimoires of the old-time
demonologists, following several internet searches in years following.)
I recall St Paul's "..thorn in the side, a messenger of Satan."
It wasn't until two years later that the first of the Matrix films came out. When I saw the scenes where Neo is implanted with a pseudo-organic,
bio-mechanical critter, I literally had a brain freeze of panic. I knew that scene, because I had watched the damnable thing pushing outwards from
inside me, visibly moving the flesh & skin of my abdomen, for minutes at a time, so often that I'd long ago lost count. It is just the same as when
a baby pushes hands & feet out from its mother's womb. It looks exactly the same when it happens.
A group of senior consultants/ GPs in my local NHS region, seemingly have 'need to know', in accordance with the lead of the spooks, who are aware
of the weird experiences I have. The above is literally one amongst a thousand. I was subjected to hypnosis aged 14, and no explanation was given
concerning the outcome of the session. MK..?
Nowadays these guys are so honest with me about what's going on, it's almost frightening in itself - I laid everything out for a psychiatrist, to
see whether he would diagnose me with some form of schizophrenia. He read the letter I had composed describing a selection of my experiences, and I
asked him whether he wanted to make a diagnosis. His response?
"You've had twenty-five years of these things going on, so I guess you're pretty much used to it now..? I suppose you must have learned how to
cope with it all?"
I answered in the affirmative, adding that despite my general modest ability to resist the negative influencing which occurs daily in an organised
fashion, these matters cause me anxiety, hyper-vigilance & various other issues which crop up & depart in a seasonal way. As examples, my letter
included descriptions of a number of woo topics like OOBEs, time distortion, dream-walking, precognition, dreams of high technology in very specific
detail from the ancient past, living multiple other lives (as an ancient human, as a non-terrestrial human, as a totally different form of life, as a
man who lived on Maars before its atmosphere was ripped away - due a war between advanced cultures previously existing in our solar system... In the
same context, I recall being despatched as a military commander to prevent an uprising connected to control of game-changer tech on Phobos, in 10,983
BC). I explained an awareness of living as a multi-dimensional 'meta-being', with a soul that could split & exist in different spheres of reality,
different universes essentially, my spirit-frame based upon the structure of the Tree of Life. I explained brief experiences with remote viewing, an
ability to discern various spiritual powers in the atmosphere of a place, or affecting another person, and so forth..
Next, he said:
"These things do happen - the main thing is not to be a slave to them".
I'm officially sane, despite all that lot..!!