Dear Answer Lady, Oh My God!

The Truth is out there and I hope you have it. I feel like I'm living in a sci-fi movie. Is it paranoia if they REALLY ARE after you??? I keep having these sensations of being watched - followed, in fact. I always feel like many eyes are upon me. I also have my doubts that my "observers" are from this planet. I actually hear voices within my head. Not very friendly ones, mind you. Often quite critical messages telling me what I should or should not be doing. Sometimes they expound upon why I'm not living my life very well. Wherever I go, there they are. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Sometimes I'll turn around quickly and, out of the corner of my eye, I think I see someone (or something) ducking around a corner. It's a grayish, child-sized figure! I am haunted by them. They treat me like some kind of "sub-species" with all of their demands and negativity.

I don't even get any peace of mind when I'm sleeping! They invade my dreams. I frequently have the dream of being operated on and various parts of me being removed. I remember when we used to dissect frogs back in science lab. We'd also touch various parts of the frog's small brain and make it jerk and twitch ... I feel just like that frog! I check daily for any marks or scars anywhere on my body. I haven't found any yet, but that could just be due to their very sophisticated medical procedures.

I just gotta know what's really going on here, Answer Lady, Oh My God! Since you know everything, you must help me. I feel like I am going crazy. Please, tell me who these creatures are, where they are from, and what they want with me. And, especially, what can I do about all this???

Feeling Alienated in Alabama

Dear Alienated,

Relax, dearie. Of course I know what's going on with you and your "alien invaders." What might come as a huge surprise to you, however, is that almost all of us have them. They're called PARENTS. Yep - we each carry around critical parents (negative love patterns) with all of their negative edicts and injunctions from our childhood still haunting us in our every move. Those "voices" are not alien, nor are they demonic. They ARE very exhausting and damaging to your psyche, though. You "see" them as grayish and child-sized because they are actually your shadow (the parts of your self that you don't like or are trying to deny) which came into being when you were just a little child. It is very similar to the frog dissections you remember so well. What was being "removed" was the innocence, the purity, the wholeness, the remembrance of who we really are, as God. It's like a "Truth-ectomy." The Trust was replaced with lots of Big Lies! And it makes you feel out of control when certain "memory centers" are triggered by these critical voices in your adult life.

I call this phenomenon our "unfinished mommy/daddy business." We carry these phantom parents around with us. They judge our every action or decision, because we haven't resolved the guilt, shame, disgrace, doubt, fear, or rage which we accumulated as we moved through childhood. Our parents, of course, learned it from their parents, and so on down the line. We're all "wounded" in this way. Then we parent from this wounded place. Almost all of us were given messages of being unlovable - or loved only when certain conditions were met. We continually put "conditions" (judgments) on ourselves and others in each moment.

I have just the solution for your dilemma. I HIGHLY recommend your diligently doing the Next Focus In Divine Consciousness Worksheets, which can be found on the God Direct Website. (www.GodDirect.org) This rather magical process can truly clear away unresolved issues and bring great clarity to who you REALLY ARE. You can release the baggage you've been carrying around lo these many years. It just takes a willingness to have the patience and persistence to practice new positive patterns. With the guidance of these sheets, you will see what's really going on. You can do it ... I know you can ... and don't forget, I DO know everything. Otherwise, I wouldn't be

Answer Lady, Oh My God!

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