The 3 Aliens

In October 2001, Nancy Pickard and I attended an Eric Pearl workshop in Alabama. Pearl wrote The Reconnection, about how he’d discovered that his chiropractic treatments of patients was resulting in spontaneous healings of other ailments. His discovery eventually led to the development of a healing technique he began teaching to the public. It involved complicated hand movements over and around a person’s body and energy field without touching the physical body.

It was held in an auditorium where medical tables were set up. Several hundred people attended. During the first day of the workshop, Pearl demonstrated various hand movements, then asked people to pair up with a stranger. “One of you will stretch out on the table,” Pearl instructed. “And the other will perform these hand movements.” And he demonstrated the movements.

I paired up with a woman nearby, a total stranger, and got on the table first. As she worked on me, I felt waves sweeping over me, then light shot out of my skull and penetrated the ceiling of the room. At the top of this column of light were three aliens – not hostile, just very curious about what was going on.  They seemed to be talking among themselves about what they were seeing.

They resembled the aliens on the cover of our book, Aliens in the Backyard, which was published in 2013, a dozen years later.

These three aliens appeared three years later during Hurricane Frances, which battered South Florida for hours. We had boarded up the house, had our supplies and a cooler ready in case the power went off, had gassed up our cars, and brought in the animals – a dog, cats, a bird. It was 2004 and our daughter, Megan, was still in high school.

That night, as Frances raged, Rob, Megan, and the animals slept in our bedroom and I lay there, wide awake, listening to the howling wind. Exhausted, unable to fall asleep, I worried that the storm would rip off the skylight panels that I could hear vibrating madly in the wind. I worried that the front door might be ripped off, that the water accumulating in the street in front of our house would keep rising and eventually reach the front door.

I finally shut my eyes briefly and suddenly, the top of my skull felt like it blew off and the column of light shot out of it and pierced the bedroom ceiling. At the top of this light column were the same three aliens, peering down, watching. Oddly, I found comfort in their presence and instantly fell asleep. When I woke up four hours later, the storm had moved on. The sun shone. The house was intact.

I haven’t seen those three aliens since.