Alien Abduction Researcher Shares SHOCKING New Findings

Joe Rogan, Tucker Carlson & Jordan Joseph piece together an interesting clue into the nature of the wildly popular Alien abduction phenomenon.

[Keikilanikea]

When I was doing chemo in 2010, I had a dream one night that satan was there by my bed. It was so real and although I couldn’t see him, he was right there. You know how when you have a scary dream it’s hard to move or talk sometimes? Well, in this terrifying moment I started saying Jesus and I could barely make my mouth work, but was just able to barely get out his name, Jesus! Then the dream ended. And I woke up and it was morning. Was it just a dream. The chemo maybe, although it never happened again in the months of treatment I still had to go. Do I believe that evil was really there and it immediately went away by calling out Jesus? Absolutely! 🙏🏼💕

[tanng]

I can attest to this. I was tormented by demons for years, especially in my dreams. The vivid experience of their evil presence is traumatizing. They always seemed like aliens, which is what I thought they were when I was atheist. I eventually (finally) gave my life to Jesus Christ. Ive hardly had an encounter since, but there have been a couple. They cower, run away, and disappear in front of Jesus. I understand this sounds crazy from a secular perspective, but these experiences are 100% spiritual, truthful, and real. I pray more and more turn to and call on the name of Jesus Christ. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen. ✝️

[alicemoller]

Years ago when I was part of a Deliverance ministry I experienced demonic encounters. When I told the team leader she just sat there and prayed in tongue's, no help at all. When I left this ministry all this stopped. The strang thing was, if people left bad things would happen to them the very next day. I had to trust God that He would protect me and my family.

[pollytrimble]

This is exactly what happened to me. As I lay on my couch I noticed a light blue silky see through covering over me where I could see mathematical equations. I felt very euphoric and then suddenly 3 aliens appeared in my living room. I immediately cried out for Gods help and they instantly disappeared.

[wendy]

They call them Aliens, because its much more palatable for us, then calling them what they are...Demons/ Fallen Angels

[Justfun]

I’ve had a couple of experiences when I was in addiction where I was being chased by demons. They would follow me at night, mock me, and chase me. The experiences were so real and would only happen if I was outside late at night. For some reason they couldn’t touch or actually catch me but the only thing that made them stop was to call out to Jesus for help. People think I’m crazy when I talk about it now but I still 100% believe they were demons and it was real. Now, I am 7 years clean from an addiction that I thought would kill me, after praying to God for help. PRAISE JESUS❤

[SanjuroSan]

I was raised Catholic and went to Catholic school until my parents divorced around the 8th grade. After no longer attending the school or church, I took my faith into my own hands and wanted to find the truth about God. Taking the stance of an agnostic, I dedicated my life to exploring the world religions, the occult, and history. Around the age of 24 I really wanted to meet the supernatural and started researching astral projection and lucid dreaming. I had gotten to a point where I decided that manifestation through constant willing might do the trick. I hesitated, but I also thought that if I did manifest something, anything, that could be one more step to knowing the truth about God. In my desperation, I started willing ever night, every morning, every day to see something from the other side.

After months of this I sort of just started to forget, remembering my will here and there but mostly just not. One day I had stayed up very late the last night and was awoken at around 1pm by my father. He knocked on the door to my room, which was locked, and told me he was leaving. I talked to him for a few minutes, then he left, and I rolled over in bed with my back to the door. Awake with the sun shining into my room, I started thinking about what I needed to do later that day. Out of nowhere, I heard the door knob jiggle. It immediately creeped me out because it was very subdued as if not to be detected. Trepidatiously, I called out, "Dad?" The door knob stops jiggling followed by a short pause, then I hear as clear as possible the soft monotone voice of my father say "Open the door son" I will never forget the icy dread I immediately felt upon hearing those words being spoken in that voice, because that's exactly what my Dad would say but the cold monotone expression was undeniably inhuman. I knew it wasn't my Dad. In a moment of courage, I goated the voice in defiance and said, "You aren't my father." Immediately, I felt the daggerlike fingertips of two hands enter my back. They were icey cold. I felt them enter deeper into my body and wrap themselves around my lungs and squeeze. Frozen in complete paralysis my mouth opened, and I could feel my chest begin to fill with coldness as the breath left me. Mind you, this was in the middle of the day in the middle of summer in Los Angeles. I couldn't breathe. I began to feel like I was suffocating. In that moment, I started to panic, and in that panic, I tried to call out. I had no air as it squeezed harder and harder. I started to think I was going to die. And as clear as I any thought with complete and utter conviction I felt myself surrender as my heart opened up and I cried out in my mind the words "God, help me!" In an instant, the hands released my lungs and flew out of my back as if something dragged them out at a tremendous speed. My ability to breathe came back, and I was able to move. I remember breathing heavily not moving and too afraid to look behind me. After a few minutes laying there I finally worked up enough courage to turn around and saw nothing. I got up, unlocked the door, and cautiously walked around the house. I was the only one there and my dad had truly left when he did. I sat down in the living room completely bewildered, coming down from the fear. I thanked God profusely over and over again then repeated the lords prayer Our Father. That day I got my proof of the supernatural and have warded it off ever since. I never invited anything supernatural into my life ever again and never will. I have never had any experience like that again. I'm now married with two boys whom I raise in the church.

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I've asked people over the years, "Where do you think the 1/3 of angels who were cast out of Heaven have been this whole time? What have they been doing?" I'm sure a lot of what we don't understand goes back to these fallen angels.

[janeroberts]

Ive had alot of different experiences, everytime i called on Jesus. He showed up. Hell never leave nor forsake us! Praise Jesus!!😊

[keeshlon]

Back in the '90s, I had a few times where I couldn't move in bed. After qouting Scripture and saying Jesus' Name, it stopped. Every once in a while, I can feel an evil presence/opression, but praising God, quoting Scripture and singing about Jesus and His blood always stops the attacks.

[frankhansman]

When I was little I was a big fan of Duck Tales. My aunt worked for an entertainment distribution center and she always brought us free movies and shows on video. We had a lot of Duck Tales.

My favorite episode was the Egypt episode where Donald and the boy accidentally awaken an ancient mummy. Cheesy horror stuff.

Then, the mummy started coming out of my closet at night. Like, not a cartoon, and they eyes.... they were definitely not the same as the cartoon. Usually black footballs but when it looked right at me these cold blue irises appeared in the blackness of the eyes, and they were menacing. It was tall, the head almost scraping my ceiling.

I would experience paralysis whenever it emerged and it would approach me. Every time it got into arms reach it would reach out its hand and ... nothing. I would wake up the next morning with no memory of what happened next.

It went on for years. Even after I stopped watching Duck Tales. I'll never forget the last time it happened. My parents put my brother in my room with me. We had a bunk bed, with me on top and my little brother in the bottom bunk.

It happened again, and this time a shorter mummy emerged with the tall one. The tall one made the same movement toward me as usual but I caught the other one bending over to reach into the bottom bunk.

I don't know what came over me. I was usually frightened out of my mind when this happened but seeing that other one go for my brother made me mad and I broke the paralysis, grit my teeth and reached back at the tall one going for me. I was ready to fight. I grabbed its arm and gave it a snake bite/indian burn. I'll never forget... It wasn't crusty mummy wrappings, it was clammy rubbery skin. I also remember the smell; twisting that skin in the snake bite released a moldy cinnamon smell. Wet dogs bring back vivid memories of the smell to this day. The look of shock and fear in its face as I resisted it was so satisfying. I have never experienced a sense of vindication more profound. I blacked out again, and the next morning I asked my brother what he remembered: nothing. The experience stopped and never happened again.

I was 8. I didn't cite Jesus, quote scripture, or sing a hymn, but after reading about these experiences I believe it was the Christ-like vigor I had to save my brother that broke their control. I am also certain the mummy visage was them using my childhood imagination to veil their identity.

[Widdershins.]

As others have mentioned here, I too was tormented by demonic dreams as a child. It was a common occurrence that I would have a nightmare (any random nightmare), then I would wake from it, sit up in bed thinking "whew! It was only a dream!" and when I'd look to the foot of my bed, I'd see sitting there, with his back to me, a little blond "boy" about my age at the time (5-6), who would slowly turn his head to look at me. Only - his eyes were missing. They looked like hollow circles, like the round, empty eyes of the cartoon Little Orphan Annie (which is what I compared them to back in the day). He would grin an evil grin at me, and I knew he not only knew what I had just experienced in my nightmare, but that he was the one who had orchestrated it. Whenever I saw him, I knew that I was doomed to fall asleep again and have yet another nightmare, which I always did. Years later, I came across Fuseli's painting of "The Nightmare, " and read up on what people used to believe about where nightmares came from. I learned the actual word "nightmare" is derived from the Old English word "mare, " a mythological demon or goblin who torments others with frightening dreams. I've wondered ever since if I was getting glimpses of the demon who "created and directed" my nightmares.

More years went by, and while eventually I no longer saw the "little boy" of my childhood, I began to experience actual demonic presences in my dreams themselves. I never saw them, but I always knew when they were about to flip the dream script and make their presence known. The atmosphere would become heavy, and fear would begin to build. I came to know what would soon follow: invisible forces would take hold of me and begin to throw me around whatever room I was dreaming I was in, pinning me to the ceiling, holding me against my will against walls and generally flinging me like a rag doll, to their amusement and my terror. I had no control, couldn't prevent it or stop it, and could not even cry out for help. In my dreams, there was never anyone around to cry out to anyway.

One day, I read about the power of calling on the blood of Jesus. It was in a book called "The Demonologist, " by Gerald Brittle. It was about the career of Ed and Lorraine Warren. Think what you will about the Warrens and their credibility, but this book was a huge eye-opener for me. Ed, as a Catholic, explained how demons could be stopped in their tracks by calling on the blood of Jesus, and gave examples of how it had worked in the cases they had been on. I thought this was GREAT - only how was I supposed to do this while I was dreaming? Well, I had a few more dreams where demons took over and had their wicked way, until one night the knowledge of this spiritual weapon seemed to have seeped well enough into my subconscious that - even in my dream - I was able to remember that I had an option; I had something I could try. So I DID try - but my vocal chords were frozen, and I couldn't make a sound; a common occurrence during terrifying moments, I hear. But even just mouthing the words: "I call upon the blood of Jesus Christ to cover me!" made a noticeable difference, and the intensity of the attack lessened. The next time they tried it, I was able to whisper the words; and the third time, I said them out loud, and not only did the attack end immediately, they never came back again. (Well, except for years later, but that's another story.)

Finally, when I read the book "Communion, " by Whitley Strieber, I recognized that his description of the extreme, soul-wrecking, abject terror he experienced in the presence of UFO occupants - that as a bestselling novelist he was able to describe so much better than most abductees could do - was exactly the kind and level of horror that people who had encountered the demonic in waking life had experienced and tried to convey with their testimonies. That was when I first began to wonder if the two (demons and aliens) were really one and the same. Following this possibility, I came across Dr. Jacques Vallée's books, especially the Contact Trilogy: Dimensions, Confrontations, and Revelations. Dr. Vallée was not a Christian, and may not be yet, but his unflinching honesty in his UFO field investigations forced him to the conclusion that these stories of alien contact and abduction bore more than a little resemblance to the pre-science-fiction era stories told throughout human history of encounters with malevolent spiritual beings. From there I eventually discovered CE4 and their research findings, and I have been convinced ever since that "aliens" are nothing more than demons who are simply "reinventing" themselves by using a modern, scientific disguise to continue their ages long pursuit of tormenting, corrupting, and destroying us.

[stevendouglas]

The blank wiki context is wild. They know they need to run interference for this but don’t know what angle to take yet.

[LivingandEnduring]

To have Mufon come out and proclaim the name of Jesus to end these abduction experiences is eye opening. They've done decades of research into these cases. Its too bad our gov didn't alert the public with these findings.

[Guccigab]

In my opinion, you hit it right on the nail. This content could potentially help nonbelievers or even those who just struggle to believe. My father loves ancient aliens and all of the supernatural programming on the history channel. Tho he goes to church with my mother, his belief and curiosity is still so drawn to aliens! Thanks for this video!!

[RockTelevision-vvim]

I don’t think I’ve ever been abducted, but when I was young I had a dream where an alien looking creature came into my dream. It wrapped its arms around my and was squeezing and pulling so hard I could feel it’s head digging into my ribs and it was painful. I immediately prayed to God for help and it’s like the creature was sucked away into another world or something. I then woke up and my side was still hurting from the pressure of it squeezing me. Never had an experience like that again

[LVWRSHP]

This is the truth. I've said for decades that the very nature of how these craft operate, making right angle turns at speeds impossible for physical objects or beings to withstand, or how "aliens" are able to float people out through closed windows...all of these things defy the laws of physics that govern the dimension in which we live. That means that they have to be interdimensional in nature. Throughout history, in pre-modern times, this was known as the spiritual realm. It's one and the same. People need to understand that the more they fear, the more they feed into the alien paradigm, the more they seek that narrative out, the more power they are giving these entities to manifest themselves into our physical reality. Thank you for speaking the truth. Jesus Christ is real, the way, the truth, and the light.

[scovafd]

He’s spot on.

The reason people reject this is because they know that if they say they believe in God neon Jesus, that they would have to change and recognize that they live a sinful life, and they simply don’t want to accept that.

This is what is told to us in the Bible. People who say God isn’t real, is lying to themselves. They know it’s real deep down inside, but they suppress truth because they don’t want to face truth. They want to be left to their own desires and wants

[SirGidionthest]

Been saying this for years makes so much sense biblically...most people get confused or miss led because they don't read the Bible ...my people perish for lack of knowledge Hosea 4:6

[randyduncan]

Great video! I remember a couple that visited our Bible study group back in the late 70’s that shared a horrifying story about what had happened to them when they were younger. They were invited to attend a seance. During this event, they were directed, as a group, to travel to an obscure and remote place. They said when they got out of their cars, they saw what appeared to be saucer-shaped vehicles descending and landing in the distance and strange looking creatures approaching them. I really don’t remember how their testimony ended, now that I’m in my 70’s and haven’t thought about that event in many years. But, the husband had since recommitted his life to Jesus Christ, became a minister and was sharing their story.