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HYPERREALITY: EYEWITNESS ACCOUNTS [02]: VARIOUS EXAMPLES
"Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;" [Psalms 91:5, The Holy Bible, KJV]
The Fallen Angel/Demonic Power Creates A Hyperreality Using Energy And Consciousness Intrusion.
The following excerpts are examples of eyewitness accounts, describing various forms of hyperreality, perpetuated by fallen angels/demonic powers on their victims.
"The family set off, duly passing the distinctive Dundry church tower to their left, so there was no question that they were on the same road. They continued on, to where they expected to encounter the downhill section, but strangely, the whole landscape was different. Instead of the open heath and straight road, they were travelling along the classic winding English lane, with high hedges on either side. They were now surrounded by fields and cottages that had obviously been there far longer when they were last that way. By the time they reached a piggery on the left, that they did both recall from the previous occasion, it was obvious that they had come by the same way, but with none of the landscape configurations that they otherwise recalled from then ... it was as if there was some kind of layering affect of the intensity of the phenomenon. This was not withstanding the remaining puzzle, that they could continue driving along a standard tarmac road, that could not have existed in Roman times ... There appeared to have been no other traffic in the area at the time of Francis's experience, in keeping with the usual hush and vacant 'time slip' event."
[People Who Accidentally Traveled Through Time | 4 Bizarre Timeslip Stories, Weird World, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ze5qUIrupo]
"That night all seemed normal until they crossed the Cash Creek bridge about ten miles west of Woodland. 'After we crossed the bridge we kept going and going and going ad we didn't seem to be getting anywhere,' she told Hawkins. 'We should have gotten to our turn off in ten minutes, but we didn't.' Kendall claims that they continued driving taking note of the scenery and how it all looked normal, but something was definitely wrong. We could see the foothills going by, but we weren't getting anywhere. She and her two sisters were growing increasingly more confused and alarmed at the situation. Nothing was making sense. They had driven that same route many times without incident. Everything seemed the same but the expected turn never came. Then, suddenly, their car was back at Cash Creek Bridge. How did that happen? they wondered. After crossing it a second time, they were able to drive straight home ... When they finally arrived at their parents house they were shocked to find that the clock read 12.30am. Their three hour drive had somehow taken eight hours."
[“The Road To Nowhere: The Kendall Encounter” | Paranormal Stories, Beyond Creepy, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPyR1Hy3akw]
HYPERREALITY – INVISIBLE BOUNDARY
"The most interesting aspects of this case for me is how the memories of Peter and Anna were affected, how they were unable to recall certain details of their face despite looking directly at them. Peter's inability to recall seems the most pronounced, in that he could perfectly remember their faces when outside the door, but upon crossing back over the threshold of the door, back into the home, he could not. To me, it was as if he crossed some kind of invisible boundary, something John Keel talked about occasionally. Outside, Peter was in their space, for lack of a better word and could see them perfectly and all of his senses were intact, but upon crossing back over that invisible boundary. he removed himself from their space, thus limiting his recall."
[“The Wauwatosa Gnomes: The Strange Case of Anne and Peter Eilbes” | Beyond Creepy, Paranormal Stories, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WPluGuhwUSE]
A Hyperreality That Involved A Hallucination/Visionary Experience Coupled With Physical Assault.
"We now turn to Crimea where our story begins in 2001. A woman named Arena would later describe the experience in a letter, which she began with these words: 'I live in Ukraine. I have a prestigious job. I am a realist. But this?' She and her father had set out from Miskhor, on the southern coast, where they hoped to spend a weekend swimming in the sea. Arena dated their departure to the evening of July 25th. As it happened, their route took them towards Dzhancoy, At one in the morning, after they had passed Akimovka, they noticed a young man standing at the roadside. He was asking for a lift. The next populated area was not far ahead, so they decided to take him along. Arena sat in the front passenger seat, the stranger behind her and when they stopped at a roadside cafe to by mineral water and something to eat, she had a chance to look at him properly. His appearance made a powerful impression on her. She would later describe him as extraordinarily beautiful and say that she could hardly take her eyes off him. His berhaviour however, soon made Arena and her father uneasy. He kept handling a small box and muttering nervously as he worked on it, all the while drinking water almost constantly. According to Arena, he would swallow something like half a bottle at a time, only to do the same thing again barely a minute later. Whatever they had thought when they stopped for him, they now wanted him out of the car, but when they tried to get him out, he reacted immediately. Reaching from the back seat, the young man seized Arena by the hair and pushed the box beneath her back. After that he recollections became blurred. She remembered him outside the car gathering branches. He arranged them on the ground and sat on them, then began muttering into a box again. His actions seemed oddly deliberate, though she offered no explanation for them. She and her father wanted to drive away. They could not. Their arms and legs would not obey them. She could not remember how long they remained there and what followed survived only as isolated impressions. There was a bright light and then the sensation of the car moving along the road without anyone controlling it. About two kilometres before Dzhancoy, she said, she and her father both came to. The passenger was back inside. By this point in her letter, Arena had stopped calling him a young man. He had become simply 'OHO', an IT, a word she wrote in capitals ... They drove through Dzhancoy and turned and turned towards Feodosia. This was not the route they had intended to take. To reach Miskhor, they should have continued towards Simferopol. Instead, they arrived at an abandoned petrol station and stopped. Arena could not explain why. Once again, the passenger got out and spent a long time collecting branches and once again, Arena and her father found themselves unable to move. When the figure eventually approached the car, Arena described it spreading itself across the windscreen, until the man they had picked up was pressed against the glass in front of them. He appeared to be thanking them, but the word came out wrong. Spasbo! Spasbo! he said. The Russian word is 'Spasibo' and Arena was specific about the missing sound, insisting in her letter that it was not a typing error. 'The figure', she wrote, 'had said Spasbo, over and over for a long time. ' In Arena's next recollection, the windscreen no longer seemed to open onto the same world. The field beyond it had become a sea of fire, while the figure remained spread across the glass and turned green. This was the last part of the night she could describe before her memory broke off again. And the next thing she remembered was waking with her father in the morning."
[Three of the Strangest Encounters We’ve Ever Found, Stories Lost, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKW8BHu1Fhc]
Anyway, I don't know when it happened. I don't remember leaving the stream. I had been walking next to the stream, just following it, when suddenly I was surrounded by woods, no stream, not even the sound of running water. And it was silent. Made no sense. I tried finding my way back and then the next strange part happened. I came to this place where everything was just....beautiful. I can't explain what I mean any better. Everything was PERFECT. The trees seemed taller, more vibrant, alive almost. Flower bushes, beautiful plants I can't describe with exotic colors of fruits, leaves, and flowers, chirping birds, chittering squirrels, so much COLOR. It was so beautiful, it seemed fantasy and unreal. I mean I'm leaving stuff out since I'm not good at describing this sort of thing... but it felt so EXTREMELY peaceful. I felt like I had walked into the literal Garden of Eden.
Then as I started looking around, I noticed I couldn't move. I mean it was like my feet were glued to where they were. I could move my arms, legs, and head and so on, but I couldn't take a step further into wherever this beautiful place was. I also noticed I kept seeing these little "things" moving around me. Smaller than birds, but larger than any insect, and there were many of them, and I swear it, but they seemed to be TALKING, but all hushed so I couldn't understand them, or even hear if they were speaking any language I could possibly have known, but I could hear them. It was like whispering, but also like the sound was being carried all around me like it was echoing or something. It's hard to explain.
They never seemed to come close enough for me to make out what they were, and I couldn't move a step towards them, but they always remained just on the edge of my eye sight, and curiously enough, any time they grew even slightly closer, my eyes would sort of blur and it's like my vision would lose focus and I wouldn't be able to see exactly how they looked. So they remained these....small, flying things that sort of seemed like they were talking, whispering, flying, larger than an insect but smaller than a bird. Somehow, I wasn't being allowed to see whatever they were, or traverse into wherever I was. I don't understand it.
Next thing I know, I'm standing by the stream again, with no memory of returning. The sun is setting also, which means I've been out in the woods for most of the entire day, when to me it felt like it had only been an hour, maybe two. Instead, 8-9 hours have passed since I got at my buddies place before 10 AM.
Idk. I have no explanation for none of that, but it sure seemed like fairies to me.
[https://www.reddit.com/r/Missing411/comments/enu5ka/fairy_forest_no_joke/#bottom-comments Fairy Forest? (No Joke)
HYPERREALITY - THE POWER OF PRAYER
"Easter 1976. A wealthy family which included a husband, wife, young daughter and a nanny had just arrived at the Barcelona Airport. They stood stalking for a few minutes and the father left to go get tickets. When he returned sometime later, he noticed that the nanny and is daughter were gone. He asked his wife about their whereabouts and, although unsure, she assured him that the nanny must have taken her to use the bathroom. They waited for their return. Minutes soon turned into hours. The couple began to realise that something was definitely wrong and they notified airport security. A frenzied search of the entire airport ensued but the nanny and the daughter could not be found. The mother became panicked, fearing the worst. Just then, according to the mother, a strange old lady walked up to her and old her to PRAY. She then disappeared into the crowd of people. At almost that exact moment, the mother looked over to see the nanny sitting beside her, her daughter perched on her lap. The mother was shocked as she had not noticed them come out of the crowd. To her, it was as if they'd just appeared there. Of course, the husband, wife and the security were desperate to find out where they'd been. The nanny was surprised by the reaction of those around her. When quizzed about there abrupt disappearance, the nanny swore that she and the little girl had not moved from where they were sitting. She was completely unaware that hours had passed ..."
['The Returned' | Paranormal Stories, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1GmHaIOoRA]
HYPEREALITY - FAILURE TO SEE EACH OTHER
"Mark's family has always adhered to their family rule. If members get lost or can't find each other, you stay out at the last known location, to enable everyone to meet up together ... they were getting ready to leave after perusing the gift shops [at the Grand Canyon] near the entrance and most of them needed to visit the rest rooms which were conveniently right next door. The men's room was down a small grassy knoll and needing to go quiet badly, Mark was going to run down the worn grass, when he saw a sign that said, 'Do Not Walk On Grass'. He stopped himself and turned to walk around on the pavement, which was a long way around, while it was only four more steps down on grass ... He made the decision to do the right thing and walk around but at the very last moment his body turned and despite his better instincts, he jumped down the hill on the worn grass, disobeying the sign, which he normally would not have done that day. In a flash he was in the restroom and at the urinal, thought that he heard his son come in behind him but didn't see him as he went into a stall. Mark washed up and existed, as usual, the first to be ready and sat outside the restrooms waiting for his wife and daughter to exit, noticing that there was a long ledge to sit on to observe both sexes exiting. He figured that his son would exit next, then, as he sat on the ledge, noticed that strangely, the whole ambience of the area had changed. The one sunny, warm, ninety five degree day had turned cloudy and cold and was now dreary and much cooler, even depressing and lifeless, a dark day, without vibrance, just dull colours. Even the people there seemed different, just calmly strolling, with no ... excitement. There were no families with kids, just a few adults walking around, so more like an October week day, rather than July, on a weekend, as it was. The shops had been full of people buying things. Now the main shop had a young girl behind the counter, with business so quiet, that she was reading a book. There were only a few people outside the shops, where they had been crowded before and the shop was empty, when he later questioned the shop attendant. It had become so cold, that Mark felt that he almost needed a jacket and after about one minute on the ledge, he went to the men's side to peek around the corner and scare his son when he came out. They often joked around like that, scaring each other. But after one man came out and another went in and when he also came out, Mark began wondering what on earth his son was doing in there. So he went in and found all the stalls empty. His son was definitely not in the restroom as the whole place was empty. Then, Mark started waiting outside near the women's restroom and finally after about ten minutes of watching both restrooms, he questioned some women coming out of their side, as to whether they had seen an older woman and young woman with red hair inside the women's restroom. They told him, 'No.' It was empty too. Now he knew that something was wrong, as the family game plan was never to leave the restrooms which were close to where they were all standing, the decision they had all made together before they left. After fifteen to twenty minutes on the ledge, sitting and looking around for any of the three, Mark decided to bend his rule and maintain a line of sight on the restrooms every thirty seconds. He started going onto all the four or five shops near the restrooms. He quickly ran through the first one, then back out to the restrooms to check and so on, until he did an entire casing of all the Grand Canyon stores. His family had disappeared. In one shop, he asked the young female cashier if she had seen a woman and girl with red hair come in. At the time he thought it was odd, the shop had a big old heavy cash register and the sales person was reading a book. She responded that she hadn't seen his wife and daughter. He walked out of the shop into the still cloudy and cold day into what seemed like a ghost town. There were only about four to eight people left outside, walking between the shops at any one time, where before there had been forty people. He was becoming quite angry with his family ... Finally after twenty two minutes had passed at the restroom, he decided that they must have gone back to the car. He was ready to tick them off, that it had been so irresponsible of them, not sticking to their rule, to stay put at the last known location. As he was walking up the slope of the hill towards the parking lot, the sun came out and it was warm again. He got to the car and nobody was there. He felt really lost for options and decided to wait them out at the car, as they would all have to come back to the car eventually. After about eight minutes at the car in the hot sun, he decided to return down the hill to again, try to find his family. As he walked, more people were coming up to their cars. There also seemed more people around the stores and now, from afar, he saw three people standing near the restrooms, his family. When Mark came back down the hill from the parking lot, it was the most beautiful sight in the world to him. Now, instead of a dull day, was the vibrance brilliant shining clarity of his family all standing there, exactly where they were supposed to be. Now in ninety five degrees sunshine, he now saw them from eighty yards away, yet they hadn't seen each other near the restrooms two or three yards from each other during the time fold transfer, which he had since learned what it was. When united they all started to question and debate each others decisions and actions. They were pointing fingers at Mark for breaking the rule, his rule, in that he hadn't stayed at the last known location, the restroom. He had only one question for them, had they gone to any stores or were they behind him for use of the restrooms? They told him they were behind him and never set foot in any store. They had been waiting for him for just over thirty minutes outside the restroom, which is where Mark was also waiting for them for twenty two minutes and he later waited for eight minutes at the car ...
[People Who Accidentally Traveled Through Time | 4 Bizarre Timeslip Stories, Weird World, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ze5qUIrupo]
"There'd be a whole restaurant of people just targeting me. All them suddenly summoned there, all the patrons that were there have paid their bill and gone on. All the new people coming in are just there to target you. They all just stare at you. Here's the worst one I went through, one of the worst things. They all ordered the same thing you ordered. [laughs] … while staring at you … while being like zombies. Then every once in a while someone gets pissed off, "I'm not doing this anymore and they get up and they storm out. Who are they? How'd they know to do that? And look a couple of ones, the programming broke and they stormed out, pretty much admitting it all as one big charade, this reality. Where did they live? Off stage? The answer is yes, they live off stage. You're on stage. They're off stage. Get it. So matter where you go in the world, they're waiting for you. When you try to go to sleep, they're always waiting in your dreams."
[GangStalking is Now EPIDEMIC ~ by Zeph Daniel, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdIt5Ojpjo0]
If Multiple People Are Attacked, They May Experience Different Things, During A Visionary Experience/Hallucination.
"Above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked." [Ephesians 6:16, The Holy Bible, KJV]
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