The connection between sleep paralysis and alien abductions.

[Heavenzsun]

Gas anyone been taken jnbtgeir sleep? What happened? Is there any clarity to be had on the matter?

[Love]

Gas anyone been taken jnbtgeir sleep? What happened? Is there any clarity to be had on the matter?

Please don't say this... I've had sleep paralysis pretty much every night in my late teens/early twenties... many times accompanied by unseen visitors... I felt their presence.  Only saw one once.  I also woke up many nights with a feeling that I went somewhere, or remembering dreams that didn't seem like a dream.  I hope I wasn't probed. 

Honestly, I doubt I was.  I just think I was having unconscious out of body experiences... some semi-conscious.  But there are folks who have had alien visitors and they willingly went with them.  I haven't heard of any abductions (not to say this doesn't happen).  I also have this millionth of a second flashback of having a visitor when I was younger.  Don't know any specifics.  What I do know is that if I was abducted, it was probably by a cousin who was merely checking up on me. 

Is there anything you wanted to share?

[Heavenzsun]

http://www.dherbs.com/forums/index.php/topic,6732.0.html

I have shared my experience a while back and discussed it. To seek more clarity I did further research. I found thousands of stories that sound just like mine!!! It means something. I just need more clarity!
It kills me to not under/inner/overstand.
Basically. People experience sleep paralyisis which is the precursor to out of body experiences and then they find themselves on a cot paralyzed or hypnotized and being probed or sexually abused. The strange creatures as well. Also time loss afterwards. The same story again and again and again! I had heard it before. Didn't dwell on it too long. When I experienced it, it became more relevant and interesting too me. I was blown away by all the stories exactly like mine. Of course explainations take the form of opinions, theories, and more related experiences, no clarity as to what's going on though. However I believe the general consencus is that it is alien abductions for purposes of genetic stuff. Making new species like they did in the Sumerian tablets. This could however be totally off.

My personal Theory is that these are hyperdimensional "earthlings" (that is ro say not from another planet) with very archaic technology looking at our etheric and emotional anatomy (the tools I saw look liked torture devices rather than civil tools)

I hAve seen a few crafts in my day but I don't know that the technology I saw in that room was in leauge with space travel.

The whole experience was traumatizing enough. Now the nil clarity is driving me mad. Someone has got to know. I can feel it. But they just refuse to let on.

Of course "scientists" call it sleep paralysis and leave it at that but different people don't have the same exact dream again and again and again all throughout human history. Their surmise does not satisfy me in the least bit.
These theories and descrepencies in them that just don't add up frustrate me. Also I just feel like I am being left in the dark which is a personal pet peeve of mine as I like to be in the know. It is my birthright to know... especially dark stuff!

Do different permutations of your self exist beyond the dimensional viel through which our limited awareness is too weak to pierce? Perhaps these expressions of our selves are just altering what they see fit to alter.

I am confused. And just need to dialouge more even though we will probably just end up running in circles again creating more questions again answering nothing and making up theories and sharing our beliefs and opinIons but arriving at no solid tangible and factual conclusion.

It's just annoying to say the least.

[Heavenzsun]

Moby Dick, here’s an episode of sleep paralysis depicted in the book:

    At last I must have fallen into a troubled nightmare of a doze; and slowly waking from it – half steeped in dreams – I opened my eyes, and the before sun-lit room was now wrapped in outer darkness. Instantly I felt a shock running through all my frame; nothing was to be seen, and nothing was to be heard; but a supernatural hand seemed placed in mine. My arm hung over the counterpane, and the nameless, unimaginable, silent form or phantom, to which the hand belonged, seemed closely seated by my bedside. For what seemed ages piled on ages, I lay there, frozen with the most awful fears, not daring to drag away my hand; yet ever thinking that if I could but stir it one single inch, the horrid spell would be broken. I knew not how this consciousness at last glided away from me; but waking in the morning, I shudderingly remembered it all, and for days and weeks and months afterwards I lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery. Nay, to this very hour, I often puzzle myself with it.

    Now, take away the awful fear, and my sensations at feeling the supernatural hand in mine were very similar, in their strangeness, to those which I experienced on waking up and seeing Queequeg’s pagan arm thrown round me. But at length all the past night’s events soberly recurred, one by one, in fixed reality, and then I lay only alive to the comical predicament. For though I tried to move his arm – unlock his bridegroom clasp – yet, sleeping as he was, he still hugged me tightly, as though naught but death should part us twain.

[Heavenzsun]