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On March 10, I was interviewed for an hour by Anne Strieber for her and Whitley’s Dreamland radio show and for their subscriber section. During the first half hour, we talked about 7 Secrets of Synchronicity – what the secrets are, with stories that illustrate them.  We probably spent the longest period of time on the trickster – especially the dark trickster, the archetype that can be the most puzzling. The dark trickster is often a warning. Here’s an example of a dark trickster.

During the second half hour, Anne began with a question: do we have free will? She says that after she emerged from her coma six years ago, synchronicities proliferated in her life. They seemed to be part of some greater complex puzzle that prompted her to question whether someone or something else is actually pulling the strings. Think: The Matrix. Or, a movie I haven’t seen yet but which she has – The Adjustment Bureau. I feel that synchronicity is the language of the unconscious and supports the premise of free will.

This led into a discussion about the grays. They may be a kind of dark trickster, who awaken us to a greater reality beneath our daily lives, just as synchros do. Anne has read the 250,000 letters that her husband received from contactees and abductees and is in a unique position to recognize patterns consistent with these events. She says that contactees and abductees always experience grays in threes. “Two short, one taller.” If someone tells her they experienced contact or an abduction with four or five grays, then she knows the experience wasn’t genuine.

I realized that she had identified an archetype associated with these experiences – threes. She added that many of these experiences occur at 3:33, and we talked a bit about the significance of the number. Then I thought back to an experience I had in 2001, when I attended a workshop taught by Eric Pearl, author of The Reconnection.

Pearl teaches a form of healing that uses certain hand movements over the body to promote healing. No physical touch is involved. As we learned these hand movements, we practiced on each other. I paired up with a woman standing next to me – whom I didn’t know. As she performed these hand movements, a beam of light suddenly shot out of the top of my skull. I could see it. The beam extended upward through the ceiling, the roof, similar to these beams in the photo above, but there was just  single pillar of light, a perfect column. At the end of it, I saw entities peering down at me.

Anne immediately jumped in and asked me what the entities looked like.  The question threw me. I’d never wanted to think about this before. I blurted, “They looked like aliens and there were three of them.”

I explained that I never felt threatened, that my sense of these entities was that they were curious and, in some odd way, protective. They crowded around the top of the light column, sort of jostling each other like kids eager for a better view.

Skip ahead three years. In June 2004, Hurricane Frances hit our area. It was a large, sloppy storm that, at one point, covered most of the Florida peninsula. It dumped more than a  foot of rain on our area, water began seeping under our front door early on,  and during the long hours it pounded away at our neighborhood,  I worried about our skylights leaking. Everyone in Florida knows that if your roof is compromised in a hurricane, your house is pretty much history.

We were bunked in the bedroom with our daughter, a dog, three cats, and a bird, and around five that morning, I was the only one awake. The rain pounded relentlessly at the hurricane shutters. I could hear the skylights vibrating in the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom.  I considered getting up to check the skylights, but was so exhausted I lay there for another moment. And suddenly, the beam of light shot out of my head gain – my forehead this time – and there were those three entities at the very end of it, peering down at me.

I suddenly knew the house would come through the storm intact. I immediately fell asleep. When I woke hours later, the storm had moved on and the house was fine. “They weren’t hostile in any way,” I remarked to Anne.

“They never are,” she replied. “People who say otherwise are experiencing their own projections, not the grays.”

So now I’m waiting for these three to drop by again and offer some reassurance about the global situation.