Shifting Perspective (about ETs and Greys)

by Laura Geiger

It all started with dreams last spring that were so clear and unmistakably real that I began to wonder if I had been involved in the ET experiments. I had little to no knowledge of abduction tales and yet I discovered later that the details in my dreams matched the accounts of so many others. Had I too been abducted? My reading and research led me to begin connecting dots across years of not only dreams but conscious memories, like the flashing light coming through my bedroom every night in my early twenties, the one whose source I could never find. I had to reframe many of the encounters I’d had with God into what they actually were: encounters with ETs. While my memories and dreams were in fact positive, reading others’ descriptions of aliens walking through walls with forceful spindly arms turned me fearful. I began imagining the worst scenarios and experienced paralyzing fear when falling asleep at night.

Then, mercifully, I was gifted three dreams in one night that demonstrated for me the beautiful lovingkindness of the Greys. In the first dream, four of them came through the back of a house where my family was attending a party. We had known they were coming, and all other partygoers were rendered unconscious while we interacted with the visitors. My young daughter opened the door for them, and we communicated with them easily and comfortably. Their love for us was strong, and they knew us deeply.
The second in the series of dreams was the morning after that party when my son and I were driving away. We noticed many people around us were frozen with their arms stretched up in the air and realized it was about to happen to us, too. Our car began to slow, and our arms began to rise. Remarkably, I felt no fear, only peace.

Similarly, I experienced no fear in the third dream, when a ship was landing in my backyard. My companions were slack-jawed looking out the window as a piercing electric noise and vibration filled the air. I trusted the process to the degree that I had no need to turn around and see the ship. 

When I awoke, I was filled with a portion of that extreme electric energy and a “peace that passes all understanding.” I could finally let go of the fear and embrace my version of the Greys, one of loving, benevolent beings intricately wound into the fabric of humanity. They are our future selves, our friends. 

I know that the release of fear was what facilitated a visitation from my hybrid children two days later. They visited me in that meditative in-between state and introduced themselves, in a kind of inter-dimensional receiving line. The two I already knew were first, and the next two I saw clearly in their physical forms. They presented their ideas on names for themselves, and we “negotiated” a bit on the best versions of their ideas. Two more came as strong energy like pistons with names already firmly selected, and the last came as more of an idea, introduced by the rest of them. “He’s the smallest,” they said. My hybrid children call themselves by words or names they have heard us speak in our home, which shows me they are listening and present. We try to include them in our activities and let them know they are so welcome in our lives and in our family.
Here’s to releasing old patterns of fear and jumping into all that awaits in the high, fine vibration of love! Bring it on.

artist and teacher at Sweet Reunion Studios and Laura Geiger Art