I can tell you this ain't Star Trek, but I know what it isn't.
As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
The following is a series of quotes from the experiences of Whitley Streiber, in his book, Communion, in connection with the demon seed. The Lame Cherry is more interested in the science of this in the "feelings" which he had which stimulated his senses.
While this is more about "the dynamics" of these creatures, there is something interesting in this creation of the demon seed in gene splicing, mimics the same gene splicing technology of the Coronavirus and modern plagues. Same technology, and in those who have been kidnapped and violated by these creatures, there are references to things shoved up into their sinuses like the swabs and injuring the nasal bone and entering the brain.
While the physical is what is focused on in the rape and assaults in the "experiments", there is a definite psychological reconstructing as much as the brain being violated, via the nasal passages or behind the ear.
The brain appears to be targeted whether one is right or left handed as this is precise.
God as much as the demonic has abilities to put to sleep or stimulate humans. God caused Adam to go into a deep sleep. God quickened aged Abraham for procreation. Incubus arouse sex and lust as much as rage and hatred are another extension of this.
What is taking place in the brain though appears to be like satan putting ideas into the mind, suggestions to be at a location and the ability to turn off awareness.
I had the distinct impression that there was something in my left nostril, and that it was being slowly moved far up my nose. When I tried to struggle, I heard a pop like an apple crunching between my eyes. The next thing I remembered, it was morning. I noticed during the day that my nose hurt. There was a little bleeding, but as my wife and son had reported similar injuries (without the memory of something being in their noses) the week before, I assumed that it was the result of a head cold and dry winter air. But I never came down with a cold.
I met a woman who has had the visitor experience; she began her story by saying that the visitors inserted a probe into her nose, which made a sound "like an apple crunching," between her eyes. She had even drawn pictures of the probe and of the entity that had inserted it. The probe was a businesslike affair, a needle with a small, knifelike handle. The entity was familiar to me because I had seen such beings also.
Whitley Streiber
Communion
Mr. Streiber's perceptions were that these demon seed were insect like. In inquiry this is the case of the lower class of these creations.
My fear would rise when they touched me. Their hands were soft, even soothing, but there were so many of them that it felt a little as if I were being passed along by rows of insects. It was very distressing.
I wondered about my description of them as insectlike. Their appearance was actually more humanoid. There were no feelers, no wings, no tangle of legs. It was the way they moved — so stiffly — drat suggested the insect world to me. That, and their enormous, black eyes.
She had those amazing, electrifying eyes . . . the huge, staring eyes of the old gods .... They were featureless, in the sense that I could see neither pupil nor iris. She was seated across from me, her legs drawn up, her hands on her knees. Her hands were wide when placed flat, narrow and long when dangling at her sides. There was a structure, perhaps of bones, faintly visible under the skin. And yet other parts of her body seemed almost like a sort of exoskeleton, like an insect would have.
Whitley Streiber
Communion
Four type creatures of the lower order are mentioned, three as "Greys", a leather brown faced "female". In addition there is reference to a Praying Mantis type creature.
I was to the center of it on a table, and three tiers of benches were populated with a few huddled figures, some with round, as opposed to slanted, eyes.
I was aware that I had seen four different types of figures. The first was the small robotlike being that had led the way into my bedroom. He was followed by a large group of short, stocky ones in the dark-blue coveralls. These had wide faces, appearing either dark gray or dark blue in that light, with glittering deep-set eyes, pug noses, and broad, somewhat human mouths. Inside the room, I encountered two types of creature that did not look at all human. The most provocative of these was about five feet tall, very slender and delicate, with extremely prominent and mesmerizing black slanted eyes. This being had an almost vestigial mouth and nose. The huddled figures in the theater were somewhat smaller, with similarly shaped heads but round, black eyes like large buttons.
"I don't know. I just think it is. Old too. She's got bald she's got a big head and her eyes have bulges . . . she's sort of brown-skinned, not l ik e a black person but like leather. Yellow- brown. And when she opens her mouth her lips are all — she hasn't got lips exactly — but it flops down. Her lips are floppy. I never saw her talking tee me. You know, the truth is. I don't know what that is. I don't know whether it's a bug or what. And I also don't know if it's a woman or not.
Whitley Streiber
Communion
The scents of this experience are information which has not all been connected. The clothing has a cardboard scent. This scent is pronounced enough that Streiber's wife smelled it too in their apartment.
The sour odor of animals glandular secretions are present also, with the scent of cinnamon.
I could smell them. I could smell a distinct odor as if of smoldering cardboard, and it was familiar from the past. My wife could also smell this odor; it was one we had both smelled man, times.
There was a slight scent of cardboard to it, as if the sleeve of the coverall that was partly pressed against my face were made of some substance like paper. The hand itself had a faint but distinctly organic sourness in its odor. It was not a human smell, but it was unmistakably the smell of something alive. There was a subtle overtone that seemed a little like cinnamon
Whitley Streiber
Communion
The scent of cheese is present in the craft of the creatures. The projection is this odor is both glandular and feces related. The sulfur smell is noted another time in the creatures smelled of burnt match heads in the one group.
I'm sitting on a bench in a little room. [Sniffs.] And it smells funny. Smells somethin' like cheese in here. Smells kind of nasty, to tell you the truth.
The space I entered smelled like warm Cheddar cheese with a hint of sulfur. This sulfur odor has been reported by others.
The night of Friday, February 7. we spent in out apartment to the city. I was absolutely frantic. I had an awful feeling. I felt their presence. It was palpable. Most upsetting, I could smell them. I could smell a distinct odor as if of smoldering cardboard, and it was familiar from the past. My wife could also smell this odor; it was one we had both smelled many, times. Until now, though. I had not understood its significance. There was also another odor, as if of cheese and cinnamon, that I remembered from December 26.
Whitley Streiber
Communion
This is the burned match head scented group.
"Color? They're wearing blue uniforms. Dark blue uniforms. They're sort of gray. They look like they haven't been out in the sun in ten years. Sort of mushroomy-gray. Smell funny, too. Like a burned match head. Just totally expressionless faces. Two big round eyes and a round mouth — and I don't think they even have noses.
Whitley Streiber
Communion
This is the lone type creature, the feminine type which is old, and appears to be directing the activity as a leader role.
"She's staring right back at me. She looks like a big bug. Just sitting there, staring at me."
It looks just exactly like a bug. A praying mantis is what it looks like. Only it's so big. How can it be so big? And I don't feel so bad but jeez, it's just doing that. It's got this thing and it's like working it down into my hair or something.
Whitley Streiber
Communion
While some of these scents are in nature in insects having odors. Other information is incomplete. Where do the clothing come from? Are they part of this insect weaving criteria like a bee hive or wasp nest which has a type of scent too?
The questions persist but the end results are conjecture until more information on the details of this are known.
It may seem unimportant, but where do creatures get their clothing from, as this would take as much industry as craft production. Where does satan get it's clothes from? Is it the same "let there be" source which directs energy to form matter?
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