The nature of Grey "aliens"

I'm writing this post because I thought it was important to help other people who have found themselves in a similar predicament as myself with these entities. I will say upfront that this post will contain a certain amount of speculation as I can't be 100 percent certain about an entity that hides its true nature so well. I'll start from the beginning of my personal breakthrough, and end with my hypothesis.

About 4 years ago I had a major health crisis. I was having intense chest pain. I had a full work up by my medical doctors. I was diagnosed with 2 types of heart disease. This was alarming because I was only 28 at the time. I knew heart disease ran in my family, but when I was told to get my affairs in order, I knew the doctors were being serious.

I'm omitting a few months of backstory at this point because it involves a family member. Unfortunately it's pretty important to what I'm saying so I'll say this : This family member ( who I suspect is into occult rituals and magic ) came back into my life shortly before I started having the horrible chest pain. When they found out I was told to get my affairs in order, they came to my house against my better judgement. They had been responsible for a lot of my early childhood trauma/abuse. So much in fact that entities would converse with me at age 11 while I was in bed trying to sleep. Every single night they would fill my head with horrible, disgusting thoughts about what I should do to this family member. I held them off as a child the best I could.

When this family member came back into my life, I started getting the communication back from these entities. They would show up every single night. They tap on my windows. When I was driving to do errands they'd show up in the sky. When I'd take walks at night to blow off steam they'd hide behind bushes and vanish out of the corner of my eye when I made them. They started messing with me while I was asleep. I'd wake up paralyzed, frightened, with what felt like a large guitar string up my rectum and urethra, being flossed. I could see them. They were devilish little things. Horrible black, soul-less eyes. Completely empty. Unfortunately, I have to end this segment of my testimony. I'll accept private messages, but I won't post anymore about this time period due to potential personal threat.

Skipping forward. Long story short, I was misdiagnosed. When I met with a cardiologist to talk about putting a splint in my heart, he went back and looked at the test results. There was a typo on the test results. I was both furious and relieved. I tried to get the name of the doctor who made the typo but the system covered up for him quite well. I knew who conducted the test because he was a former doctor I had seen, but I was more concerned about who interpreted the results and made the typo. Every time I asked who read the procedure I was told, " We don't know. "

This of course didn't stop any of my chest pain. X-ray after X-ray, CT after CT, with no results, I finally had an endoscopy. A large hiatal hernia was found. This made sense. Since the age of 11 ( the same age I was being tormented every night as a child ), I was regurgitationg almost everything I swallowed, from water, to food, to even my own saliva. If it went down my esophagus, it was sure to come back up. Quite a nasty problem.

I was told this was definitely the cause of the chest pain. Fine, now I knew. Surgery was an option that was recommended. To have the surgery I had to go through a series of esophagus motility tests to make sure my swallowing mechanism was up to par and could withstand the correction. I got the tests done. Horrible tests. Sticking tubes all the way through you nose to your throat and stomach, and making you swallow liquids. That was the manometry test. For me, it felt like torture. Then there was the acid pH test. It was similar, except I had to keep two sets of tubes running up my nose through my stomach for 24 hrs. Hellish.

After getting the tests done, I decided to hold off on surgery because I thought I could live with the pain, especially since I knew it wasn't heart related any longer. And regurgitating everything I swallowed was so much a part of my life it seemed normal. One day I was looking in the mirror and saw two little red marks near my xiphoid process. They weren't capillary bursts, but they looked similar. What got me was the location. This was where my diaphragm was torn allowing my stomach to enter my chest cavity. I started to wonder how long I had these marks. It didn't feel like just a mere coincidence.

Then my breathing went. Granted, I've had asthma my whole life, but this was different. I couldn't get a satisfying breath past my throat/trachea. I started regurgitating acid into my airway while I was sleeping. This acid about scarred my airway. Years later and I still can't get a satisfying breath due to the inflammation cause by the acid. Here comes the wild card. I awoke one night coughing my lungs out because of regurgitated acid in my airway once again. When I burst upright, a large scaly claw pushed my head back down onto the pillow. I was paralyzed again. What the hell was going on I was thinking to myself. It held my head down, grunted, then looked me in the eye. Its eyes were similar to those of a reptile or cat. My horror almost instantaneously turned into peacefulness. I felt compassion from this creature. It put its other claw on my chest and pressed down. After that, it took my hand and placed it on its claw. It appeared that it was friendly. It was definitely reptilian of some sort. It was so big, it had to of been 7 or 8 feet tall. Such a horrible looking creature, but it gave off this aura of protectiveness and pure love.

The next morning when I awoke, I was amazed. This had to be a dream. Reptilians in the UFOlogy literature are typically aggressive and not in anyway compassionate. It just had to be in my head. A reptilian trying to make friends with me in the middle of the night. What freaking sense did that make? Then I looked in the mirror. My entire chest and abdomen was bruised. I probably had 100s of tiny little bruises in perfect circular shaped all over me. My wife's jaw dropped. This didn't make any damn sense. I wish I would of taken a photograph, it was so unbelievable. Even more unbelievable, I could take a deep breath. What the hell happened? I'm still skeptical about this creature, and I'm looking more into it.

My ability to take deep breaths eventually tapered off so I was back at square one again. I decided to have the damn surgery because all my doctors at that point were saying that if I didn't have the surgery I was putting my life at risk. I could permanently destroy my airway with acid and my Barret's could turn into cancer, and that's a cancer that will kill you really quick. I had the surgery. It got rid of the regurgitation and rephlux, but hasn't done much to improve my breathing to this day. It's possible that when my stomach tore through my diaphragm that it compromised the diaphragm enough to not fully expand anymore. Add that on top of airway acidic damage and asthma, I might not every breath normally ever again. Now I'm coughing up black speckled phlegm everyday ( which I've been meaning to make a post about also for inquiry ), but no doctor will help me with that. I've asked for bronchoscopies, but I'm always met with opposition like I'm crazy and it's all in my head.

Now that you know a little about me, I'll get onto the meat of the issue, the greys. I originally thought they were extraterrestrial, like many people still do. These little devils are liars. And when they enter your life, it's an abusive, one sided relationship. They telepathically communicate so it's hard to know what your conscious is saying when it's mixed with theirs. They like to make those of us they torment believe they're doing it for our own good. They groom us. They tell us we're special, and that we're loved, and that we should be grateful for them in our lives because they protect us.

But when you see them in the flesh ( and I'll get more into that ), they have no emotional connection. They stand there like puppets ( because they are ), and their eyes are lifeless ( because they are ). The sense of dread a person experiences when in their presence is incredible. I'm not the only one to describe this. Whitley Strieber has done a wonderful job of describing the dread he felt when they entered his life. I'm not sure exactly where he stands now, but his books and descriptions of the encounters themselves are spot on. They're terrifying little monsters.

This post is already getting way too long. My theory is that the greys aren't aliens at all. I've described them on this forum before as demons. Some people don't like that word because it makes them think of religion. Choose your own word. Egregore. Archon. Golem. Spirit. Interdimensional f***heads. Whatever! They aren't extraterrestrial. They hide on the Earth in different spectrum, maybe even between dimensions. Their nature suggests they have more in common with ghosts/poltergeists than they do any kind of alien from outer space. They enter into the lives of people who have suffered abuse ( mental, emotional, sexual ) and feed off the trauma, providing even more of it. They have more to do with ritual magic than they do technology. When you see them in the sky, they look like bright pulses of light. They don't have physical nuts/bolts craft. It's energetic, light-like.

And their bodies. Their bodies are horrible. They've been harvesting cattle ( and even humans ) for soft tissues to construct their puppet bodies. When people say they smell like death, not only are they not kidding, but they're spot on! Their bodies are patched together from mutilated animals. They're not checking out the beef, they're making themselves puppets so they can interact us with on the physical plane. When you consider all this, they sound a lot like damn demons. Whether they're some type of synthetic creature, ai, spiritual manifestation, they sure as hell aren't extraterrestrials! Old folklore literature describes the same entities, they're just called different things. They get called fairies a lot. They've been around for a long time.

I'll end the post now. It's too long as is. I'm sorry for the long winded personal story. I just wanted to be able to relate personally some of the things I've gone through to get to where I am now.