Aliens, Demons and Insomnia (Page 2 of 3)

I'd almost venture to say that what you have is a...phobia about old stuff!      Seriously.  I don't think I've heard about somebody having such a fear of old objects/places.   Is there even a phobia for that sort of thing I wonder?  I did a search online, at phobialist.com but didn't find anything. 

I thought about this topic after posting here several days ago and realized that for myself, I actually enjoy being in old places.   I actually like history and being in historical places that have a story, and old architecture and stuff.   Now............I can pick up on places with bad vibes, and would not enjoy being in an old place that also had a negative "evil" feel to it, and I have been in such places and got freaked out.  (Alcatraz.)   But most old places don't feel bad to me.  They're intriguing.   When my Grandma was alive, back when I was a kid, she lived in this old house that dated back to the 1870's in New York, which was converted into several individual "apartments."   It was large, painted yellow and white, and had a large wraparound porch, and a big wooden staircase with the railing and banister and all that.  When her neighbor finally moved out and that apartment was open and accessible, we saw that it contained the stairs to both the attic and the basement.   We had such a BLAST poking around, oh my god!!   The stuff that we found in the basement......ALL these antique type objects from the 20's, 30's and 40's and whatnot that had just been stored down there and forgotten............old newspapers, with excited headlines talking about Amelia Earheart's flight!.........I mean, it was all just too cool.  My family really liked it.  There was no bad "oogedy boogedy" vibes or anything.  It was just a basement.   It was just stuff. 

I totally believe in objects and places having an imprint, but I also think that Hollywood has played a major role in making people scared of things that really aren't scary, you know?   How many horror movies have their been about basements, cemeteries, old houses, woods, deserted towns, and the like?  Tons!   I'm sure it's affected the population as a whole.  Even if we consciously choose to not watch horror movies at this point in our lives, we've all seen them growing up - on TV, at friend's houses, and such. 

Huh.....well, let me ask this then - are you somebody who normally has noise going on when you're at home?  (kids, TV, family hustling and bustling and coming and going, friends over, phone ringing, pets running around, etc....)  or did you at least grow up in an environment with noise - even a normal amount of noise and "distraction" around you?   Or do you live in a quiet environment?  I think this would be interesting to find out, only to see whether the big empty quiet building is actually the culprit, and actually has some sort of paranormal "woo woo" thing going on that you're picking up on, or, if maybe that you're not used to being in places that are big, empty and quiet, and so it kind of weirds you out.   It's like people who have spent their whole lives in urban areas and large cities being exposed to the woods and nature for the first time....it usually weirds them out to a degree.  All that quietness, empty space, crickets, big starry sky....where's the noise??  Where's the people???   Where's the freeways, cars and neon signs???  AHHHH!    Or people who always have to have the TV or radio going as a noise source for comfort.   LOTS of people are that way.  So I'm curious to find out, see what your situation is.   See, with us, we don't own a TV here, don't have kids, have a very quiet, peaceful, relatively noise-free apartment...surrounded by woods.   !!!    So yeah, you can see why big empty buildings don't freak me out.  haha  I grew up around the woods and find comfort in wandering around the woods alone, grew up in an area that had a rich history, so we were surrounded by old houses, cemeteries and all that.   I'm just used to all that, old stuff, being alone, quiet stillness, empty spaces......but I definitely have known people over the years who were raised solely in urban areas, and who were scared of those things.  They needed to be surrounded by the urban noise and people and hustle bustle, it was all they knew.

i wanted to comment in here.  this will entail inclusion of many comments in this thread and a few more.   i said almost the same thing as others above here--same theme anyway in another thread way back when.  i was visited when i was about 10 or 11 or so after having a summer of INTENSE philosophizing with relatives that had asked me to come and visit them (my parents were asked to send me--anyway...) to paint their porch.  while there, i started in, talking profusely, on a ton of subjects, all very sophisticated, metaphysical, and complex.  like i was almost channeling the info but NOT, i just KNEW it.  well, within days after all that info/knowledge was processed, while at my aunt and uncle's house (my aunt, according to my parents, was a very knowledgeable, yet religious fanatic supposedly) i GOT VISITED when i got home--my sister and i, in bed, one night.

the sheer terror of it was something so powerful, so unbelievably powerful, that i called on christ, the christ light/power/strength to save us. my sister was completely and utterly succumbing and i had to stop it.  i felt responsible for her, had to communicate with her telepathically to comfort her in my own terror, I HAD to stop it,  i knew we'd be taken, and all this while in complete paralysis, paralyzed one by one, one millimeter by the next, up the body from the feet, millimeter, by millimeter, all in centimeters.  i won't go on and on, but anyway, i used everything i had. and more, at age 10 to make it cease, to gain back control in that room.  it's just like u guys describe, the evil was all invading, all encompassing, just like lyra and ahurani, and u others, state.  but yet, we saw nothing.  it was there, at the foot of the bed, and i kept thinking it's gonna take the covers, pull them off inch by inch and we're gonna go somewhere, it was invisible, yet all consuming and it was PURE EVIL. as a matter of fact, in the weeks after (not days) i told a childhood friend's mother, who asked what was wrong with me, so deep in some kind of chemical and/or bilological depression, that i had to tell her for lack of a better definition, i told her that i thought or felt i had died somehow.  it wasn't a ghost although we thought maybe that the house we were renting at that time had the husband die in it or something since the landlady was a widow.

being 52--we were literally RAISED on movies, mainly B movies from the 50's and 60's.  we were dumped off at the show--the downtown theatre and entertained all day with double features for 25-50cents.  a fantastic babysitter in the day.  all the dracula movies, the space invaders, destruction of the world, archetypes like hercules, sinbad all of that--really cool stuff.  really affected me, that's another thread tho--all my past lives, in color, all day long.  loved it but at NIGHT--horror movies got to me.  ghosts, vampires, things/beings that shuffled when they walked, bodies that were invaded by other beings, aliens.  slept with a huge cross, prayed constantly.  used that prayer later.  must have been some kind of training.  my sister also professes, while she was watching the very first run of the Exorcist on TV alone, that the TV guide, laying on a coffee table right before that, flew up in the air and fluttered down in front of her, vilolently, and then just laid there.

cannot, to this day, at age 52, sleep without a light on, nightlight, at least, and more.  absolutely have to have a TV on, at all times, and cannot stay in a room, all dark, with lights out, door closed, and such.  must have a radio on if in some weirdo place and stuck there without a TV.  the hours of danger i guess one could say, stuff happens the most,  is BTW--the "witching hour"= 3 to 4 AM.  u can find that in any magic/witch/ghost book no matter how mundane.  segues with REM sleep, when humans r vulnerable, alpha states, etc., change, all of that.  even my friends know i have to have activity on.  i tell them, "u don't have it or can't do it. i go to a motel" that simple.  the activity must be electrical.  it protects me.

i'm the one in the family with the most vivid visitation memories... and the metaphysician.  the sister KNOWS but doesn't talk of it.  BUT interestingly, when we talked about it then, with my mother afterwards, asking her why she couldn't come in and help us from the next room--my sister described knowing about the PRAYING MANTIS FEMALE--she knew all about this type of alien being, said she commanded others (lyra!!!--u r validated again) and stated she ran the ships, is the or at the head of scientific, genetic creation crews (Innana/Ninhursag anybody?), and knew ALL about her.  we asked her where did she get that and she told us (age 7) that we had grey aliens in our frontyard at another house we lived in when she woulda been 4 or 5.  incredible.  it's A SHE BTW and that has been confirmed in many different sources--at least spoken of as a she.

here i am thinking i'm the bonafide alien hunter/researcher and maybe she has been abducted for real and actually taken, somehow before.  is she the one they were after? all this is unclear.  no military stuff with my dad directly but he was in. a powerful being in his own right but not an agent for NSA or anything.  my grandfather though--maybe that's the connection, as he was involved with many a famous politician, was one himself, was an educator and ran in powerful circles, and a mason.  anyway, all of this was way way before ANY whitley schreiber books, or printed common UFO books, although i had read one RIGHT BEFORE (i am still looking for it from the old public library there that talked of william cullen bryant's great nephew, from that little town itself, where all this happened, who BTW, wrote " Thanatopsis"--a fabulous 1800, early 1900 poem on death, who was now into UFO's) that talked of others from the stars, all to be wary of, with pics of saucers and an excerpt from the end directly speaking of the ascended masters and the white brotherhood.  i had also just read "Autobiography of a Yogi" too and was very busy researching "stuff"at the library in the months before. 

it was all supposed to happen.  it changed everything.  my mother, a catholic, adopted, always very psychic (i was told by a psychic i am from a line of "natural borns" but i won't go into that now) knew i was not gonna be the same and that episode, with it's complete totality of ALL we talk about here==LEAD me into years and years of REAL research, so that i could find out what had happened to us, that night, that changed everything.  i cannot even begin to go on more, but it all made me who i am today and it culminated that night, so many yrs ago.  that experience tied in all the cool stuff my mother talked of and led me to my pastlives, and my total hatred for the PTB, the lies. and yet the wonder of it all.

old houses, evil entities, all r linked, all are from  different dimensions, inner and outer worlds, from within and from without.  i will stop here.  this is sorta my intro too.  i agree with all of u and just hate the night yet lived all IN the NIGHT when i was younger,  hate it yet welcome it.  i read that melatonin levels are different naturally in some of us, at younger ages particularly, and that those that can "see" just have it, feeling more comfortable at night.  i fear it and loath it, but operate in it well.  it's really a different world AT NIGHT>  ok i'm done here.  gotta stop.

zenden

Lyra:

Yeah, I grew up in a noisy, full house environment but I live alone so it's not like silence itself makes freaks me out. If I'm in a building I pick up good vibes from it doesn't bother me, but if it's an old place or an institutional type building like a school or dorm, forget it, it's let's-feak-out city for me. I just feel things left and right in such places when it's quiet, wish I didn't. Actually it's not even just the quietness, it's mostly being alone in a building. It's like if I'm alone in a big building, there's not other people vibes to act as a buffer and all the icky vibes just assault me. Sucks.

Speaking of city people freaking out in the country, that's totally me. I grew up in cities and suburbs and when I first moved to a small town in a rural area, whenever I'd be out in the country I'd be so creeped out. I hear all these people talk about how they love living in the country, like five miles from another house. That's mad!! I'd lose it, it'd be more than I could deal with. It's a mightmare to me. Speaking of phobias, I have agoraphobia. I hate prairies and the first time I saw one I was really scared.

We should all visit that website and share lists of our phobias!

Ahurani,

(Hello, new member here...)

Regarding your mention of Praying Mantises, in Stewart Swerdlow's book, BLUE BLOOD, TRUE BLOOD, he has brief descriptions and pencil sketches of his understanding of what he claims are the various alien groups that have interests in our planet and humanity at this time.  There are 19 sketches.  Included among the usual suspects such as Lyraens, Rigelians, Sirians, Pleiadians, etc. are some that I'd never heard of, including The PRAYING MANTIS.  The sketch is a simple one, with little detail, looking just like the insect we know.  His description reads, "An extremely benevolent creature.  The Praying Mantis emits a constant, loud, chirping and clicking sound that is disturbing to humans.  They are approximately seven to eight feet tall and four to five feet long." 

Another mention is made of them in the description of the ABBENNAKKI (Annunnakki) race:  The Abbennakki believed that all life forms should be upgraded to light capacity, including insect, animal, and even plant life.  [They] are believed to be responsible for many of the intelligent life forms that appear in non-humanoid form such as the Butterfly, Praying Mantis, etc."  (There is also apparently an 8-foot Butterfly species.)

Stewart Swerdlow is known primarily for his intense past involvement as a Montauk Project subject; and what he shares in the book he says are things he was taught at Montauk.  (Read the series of Montauk books by Preston Nichols and Peter Moon.)  The background info in the book is fascinating, about the founding races of the current human family, who are each still laying claim to us in one way or another.  There is also much of his personal story in the book--he seemed to just cram everything into it--as well as many other interesting claims.  Much of it gibes with what I have intuited and read elsewhere, but this wasn't written long after he was deprogrammed from decades of being used in heavy-duty mind-control projects, and in the end it is just one person's account.

Interestingly, a response came to my mind after reading your query, that Mantises were "very intelligent, but mechanical."  ...Then I read lyra's post of her readings of them being intelligent, but lacking emotion. 

Interestingly, this is the first thread I was drawn to read.  ... <Sigh> ...Great--perhaps I have hidden memories of the big bugs probing me. 

...I tend to believe that whenever my interest in aliens/reptilians/etc. returns, it is because there is some current activity going on between them and I, or about to resume; even if I am not yet very willing to be consciously aware of my connection to them.  I can also trace my conscious interest in aliens to first reading COMMUNION, about 6 years ago.  This seemed to coincide with a period of really getting into meditation.  Interestingly, I was at the time using the lessons distributed by Self-Realization Fellowship, founded by Yogananda (Autobiography of a Yogi--had a big impact on me when I first read it years ago), who I think Zenden also mentioned above.  No longer on that path, but did continue pursuing my own search and meditation, eventually tapping into suggestions of past lifetimes, which I have used to learn a LOT about myself. 

...A year perhaps later, I am on some website that mentions Zeta aliens and ZECHARIAH SITCHIN'S 12th Planet book.  ...So, off I go, drawn to investigate Zetas and to read the book.  And in a post above, Zenden makes the connection between the Praying Mantis queen and the Ninhursag archetype. (Ninhursag is, according to Sitchin and others, a main player in the founding of the human race by the ANNUNNAKKI.)    (...I managed to absolutely scare myself to death at that time, by the way, with the conviction advanced by the Zeta's on that wacky website zetatalk.com, for one, that Nibiru ("the 12th planet" that the Annunnakki purportedly travelled on) was going to hit the earth in 2003.

...I can't believe how everything ties together, as I read this...  Well, yes I can--syncronicity abounds. 

...Around the time I was interested in the stupid little aliens, I had the only dream I can yet consciously recall that had an obvious alien theme.  It was the classic, lying on a table, with little weirdos on either side of me.  My recollection was not emotionally intense or detailed, just that I recall feeling strongly annoyed while in the dream. 

...Around that same period, of being too obsessed with aliens and doom for my own well-being, I awoke one day with huge pink splotches all over me, big patches, several inches across, such as I felt might occur with extreme anxiety (hives?).  I had never had such a thing happen.  One was across part of my face and eye, such that I was conscious someone might think I'd been abused.  I also felt my arm and leg muscles were exhausted, as if I'd been struggling.  I also had a fever that lasted six days around that time.

...I've managed to creep myself out, by reading this thread and recalling my own experience.  ...And it's 1:30 am and I have to go to BED now--nice, real nice.  I want a goddamn SPOTLIGHT in my room now!  ...Well, I've tended to believe that each time I go through a phase of good inner work, I'm then made to be exposed to yet another layer of the external reality; as I gradually crawl out of the delusion.  So, maybe I can try to keep it in perspective...so I don't have to report any DRAMA tomorrow morning!

Oh, Ahurani, P.S.:  I think the term you want is 'clairsentient,' regarding sensing energies via objects; though further qualifying for old objects, I don't know about.  I enjoy watching Psychic Detectives on Court TV, where many of them utelize the victim's personal objects and photos.  ...Yes, I imagine there is so much carried in the walls of old buildings.  ...Interestingly, my roomate just decided to 'clean' the energies in our apartment by burning sage this evening.

Heheheheheh
I took some pictures of a good sized mantis too, “he"  was a good model
and I gave “him"  a grasshopper for the photos
“He"  stayed 2 days in my gardem and even got accustomed to my presence.
http://www.dhost.info/pictus/bichos1.html

Lee,
Your post made an incredible amount of sense. Excellent analogy re the 'prison planet' outlook. Gives one a lot to think about. Thanks for your comments.
To all those who wrote so honestly about the fears you had as children, oh how I can sympathize. As a child (and teen) I went to bed nearly every night so very afraid of the dark. I never really knew why. I just believed 'something terrible' was there. I am now grateful for each night I go to bed unafraid.
Betty
Namaste'

Sorry I did not respond sooner. I've been crazy busy lately. That's an excellent term, clairsentient. The only thing with me is that I don't really get any vibes off of non-old objects. When it comes to old things, I either get no vibes or bad vibes, however, even the ones that don't blatantly creep me out make me feel generally uneasy. Oddly enough I love museums and handling artifacts. Go figure. If I was given an antique I'd most likely get rid of it, even if it did not give me bad vibes. When I look at an old object, I think about all the people that have handled it, the things it has seen and been privy to and not knowing what it could have been immersed in at one time, I just don't want it around me. That probably doesn't make much sense to anyone but myself.

Very interesting. I was not previously familiar with this term. It seems the older I get the more sensitive I become to picking up vibes from buildings and objects. It's now getting to the point where it makes my life harder than I'd like. For example, I was thinking of moving into a new apartment to save money due to lower rent but after remembering that I had once heard the previous tenant being beat up by her bf/husband (not sure which one he is) one day, I immediately knew there was absolutely no way I could live in an apartment with such negative vibes. In many ways, being so sensitive is really a curse, one of the primary factors being because no one I've ever known has really understood this aspect of who I am and what I feel and sense. It's frustrating and makes me feel very isolated in this respect.