The only thing that alien abduction serves, is the negative alien agenda!
Here is an instance where we find the aliens mind controlling the subconscious of the Human population that they abducted, in order to control them to manifest in their natural abilities of manifestation, the destruction of the planet, because the aliens have an agenda, and it’s not in favor of Humanity.
This excerpt is from “The Keepers: An Alien Message for the Human Race” by Jim Sparks, who himself is deceived into thinking that he’s helping to ’save’ the Earth from destruction, when meanwhile they are being programmed through their subconscious minds to make this destruction occur in their conscious lives without ever realizing what they are doing…only obeying and following the orders that the aliens have implanted into their subconscious minds!
(So if you think you’re doing something good on the outside by going against everything taking place, good luck, because you’re fighting against your own subconscious which is programmed. You have to go deeper, searching your own inner subconscious, unconscious self, in order to stop the destruction. )
“The clearing where I stood was maybe half the size of a football field. There was more than the breeze sighing through the tree branches, though. There was the dreadful sound of people crying and moaning. Alarmed, I looked down. There were maybe fifteen people sprawled on the ground around my feet. I turned at another sound, and saw that there was also a young man standing to my right. The people on the ground were both men and women. Most of them were in their nightclothes; a few were nude. The guy to my right, though, wore a short-sleeved white dress shirt, dark dress slacks and leather shoes. He had dark hair and a medium build. Although he was standing, he was paralyzed, except that he could speak. He was panicked, and he murmured, “The last thing I remember was driving home in my car…” The people on the ground had clearly been abducted from their sleep. They lay paralyzed, disoriented, but completely conscious. There was an exception: a blonde-haired woman in the group was in a fetal position rocking back and forth on the ground and screaming uncontrollably, only partially paralyzed. For some reason, I was calm. As my eyes adjusted to the dark pools around me, I could see that about 20 yards to the left, another dozen people were sprawled on the ground. Above them stood an alien. Twenty yards to the left of that group were another dozen or so people. Detail: Three piles of disoriented people in a clearing, barely dressed, or naked. I was determined to remember this. The young man standing by me was losing control, shrieking terribly. An alien appeared beside me, and I heard his telepathic communication: “CALM HIM.”
“Me?” I said. “Are you giving me a job?”
Again the alien said, “CALM HIM.”
As he seemed truly bent out of shape and I certainly understood what that could be like, I figured I should at least try. Although I doubted my efficacy in the matter, I grabbed his arm and said, “You’ll be okay.”
“I feel sick,” he said. “My stomach is…sick!”
“That’s normal after just being transported,” I told him, trying to sound reassuring. “It happens to me all the time, but it quickly passes.”
“I’m so scared,” he said.
“Yes, I know how that feels. The same thing happened to me. Try hard not to be scared. You’ll be just fine. You’ll be okay.”
I continued my soothing words. He began to calm down. I was truly astonished that I could do this. The blonde woman on the ground seemed to be even more distraught now, though rocking back and forth. Then the alien said, “CALM HER.”
I could move. I realized then what was happening. I was being trusted again. I hadn’t blown it when I’d freaked and kicked the Supervisor alien. I leaned over and placed my hand on the girl’s shoulder. “You’ll be okay. They’ll take you aboard their ship and teach you things. A new alphabet. Numbers. Symbols.”
“NO! YOU ARE TELLING HER TOO MUCH. JUST CALM HER!” I continued to do my best to soothe her with calming words. As I talked to her, I heard others on the ground moaning and crying in fear. I felt overwhelmed. One of the people cried, “Look! The ships! They’re coming!”
I looked up. Above us were three balls of light glowing within the low clouds.One streaked from the horizon to hover just above us, as though on cue. The others followed. I saw windows containing the silhouettes of humanoids. Some figures stared down at us, others scurried about. The most astounding thing of all was the light radiating from the bottom - intensely bright white with a bluish hue.
I was witnessing some sort of mass abduction in process. I was spellbound by the sight. I walked forward a few feet trying to get closer. The second ship came down and hovered further down the field. The third ship did the same, hovering above the final group. I thought maybe I’d been trained for just such a moment. I tried to signal the ships in the symbology I had learned, tracing it in the air. I blacked out. When I awoke, I found myself in a large foyer. Beside me was the group of people I’d stood among, totally zombied-out.
There was only one way to go. I headed down a corridor and sure enough, these people followed. The hallway felt like something on a ship, it felt familiar. At the end of the hallway was a huge room buzzing with activity. Inside there were rows and rows of computer monitors, each fronted with seats and a work desk. There were already some people in the front. Each of the monitors displayed the same picture. It reminded me of a NASA control room or a tv salesroom.
I did my best. It seemed automatic almost, the way I was familiar with this whole set up. These guys were a class of many, though, and I’d always been a class of one. Even as I put them into their seats one by one, I noted the monitors going blank. It was rather nice knowing exactly what I was supposed to do and performing my function competently. Soon my group was all seated. As soon as the last person was down, I blacked out again. I reawakened to discover myself in a chair. “Gee,” I thought, “all they needed to do was to tell me to sit, and I would have done it.” Or maybe not. I had been scanning the whole room, getting curious again.
On my screen and the screens of those around me, erupted a color image showing a vibrant green forest with old-growth trees, backed by mountains in the background with a clear crisp blue sky. All this was majestically beautiful, as were the following images: a clear lake, a fantastic waterfall, a rain forest, settings of nature here on planet Earth. I lost my objectivity and became mesmerized. I felt the intense fabulousness of it all. It was like an amazing slideshow. We all got a few seconds of each image, and then it moved onward. But then, the scenes began to repeat. Blemishes now began to appear in the scenes. Brown foam in the lakes and rivers, blackened waste in the forest, skies became nasty and gray. I felt a depression weigh upon me. Then: dead fish bloated and floating in the turgid mess in the lake. Such was the change from elation to depression, that I couldn’t look any more. [that is what is known as extreme victim-victimizer programming, always extremes such as in the yin/yang symbol, nothing ever balanced nicely]
“YOU ARE KILLING YOUR PLANET!” (commanded the) said the voice inside my head. “YOUR PLANET IS DYING.”
At the bottom edge of each image was a symbol.
To combat the depression I felt, I started trying to translate these alien symbols — cataloging symbols, I supposed.
I can’t tell you how emphatic and truthful this environmental message was. I felt it with every fiber of my biology. [they were programming it directly into his subconscious is why]
True, so true, and yet I tried to deny it, focusing on the symbols as the images spun out their awful story. I blacked out.
On the other side of consciousness, I was in a smaller room, rather like a locker room, complete with benches. My group of people surrounded me, all naked, all showing fresh scars from surgical procedures, usually concave pieces of flesh removed from forearms or calves. These wounds, I remembered from the support group and my own experience to heal, often showing no lasting scar, but the people in the group were whimpering with terror. An alien walked in and told me, “CALM THEM.” I did the best I could, and my words did seem to help. Then another alien entered. “FIND AND PUT ON YOUR OWN CLOTHES.” You’d think that as orderly as the aliens are that the clothes would be neatly folded and stacked. Alas, no - they were mixed up and thrown all over, but the great task of finding and covering their nakedness helped put aside any panic. That was it. My job was done, and soon after, acceleration. I was back on my familiar sofa, but this time I felt different, even good, I felt an odd enjoyment of the experience, and an accomplishment. Unfortunately, there was one problem: My right eye was sore. I didn’t remember bumping it, but that meant nothing. I’d conked out a lot on this last abduction, and could have hit a few things, but there were also those bright lights.”
And then I have an excerpt from this book: “Egregores; The Occult Entities That Watch Over Human Destiny” by Mark Stavish.
Which goes to show you, this has been going on for a long time, not just because a ufo fell into the hands of the U.S. government.
“It was also during his childhood that Lovecraft would have the most formative experiences of his life, dominating and even directing the course it would take, at least in a literary sense. Nightmares, terrors, and various forms of as yet undiagnosed sleep paralysis disorders appear to have plagued him, and it is from these early experiences that many of the characters we see later in his horror stories were drawn.”
“However, whatever the source of his inspiration; childhood traumas, neurotic ideations, nightmares, or preternatural intelligences, as some occultists would have us believe - Lovecraft himself stated in a letter to the editor of “Weird Tales”:
“Now, all of my tales are based on the fundamental premise that common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large. To me, there is nothing but puerility in a tale in which the human form - and the local human passions and conditions and standards - are depicted as native to other worlds or universes. To achieve the essence of a real externality, whether of time or space or dimensions, one must forget that such things as organic life, good and evil, love and hate, and all such local attributes of a negligible and temporary race called mankind, have any existence at all. Only human scenes and characters must have human qualities. These must be handled with unsparing realism (not catch-penny romanticism) but when we cross the line to the boundless and hideous unknown - the shadow-haunted Outside - we must remember to leave our humanity and terrestrialism at the threshold!”
Whatever that means. It sounds like he too was being abducted.