It was the beginning of summer 2019. I was on holiday in the mountains with my partner back then, and since we planned to stay a few days, I even brought my two cats.
I have no memory of those days, only of what happened one night, now etched into my memory.
I was sound asleep when I began to hear noises outside, but I didn’t want to give them any thought and continued sleeping. The noises came again, I thought it was cars passing by, it is a side street, and it is never that busy. I was determined to sleep, the sound came back louder, it reminded me of what I used to hear as a child when I was in the countryside and I would hear tractor tracks going into the fields during the day.
“Oh yes it must be the tractors…wait a minute, it’s night, you really must wake up now”.
“Okay, I’m awake now…” Silence… I heard noises outside again, and then a strange sound in the living room. I knew that sound. I sharpened my ears and scanned the room; my abdominal muscles tensed. The silence felt strange, unreal, as if coated by a thin film, a familiar film. Then I heard a low thud and a rustle of footsteps.
“They’re here,” I thought. Gathering courage, I went to the living room, but there was no one. Door, and windows were shut. I returned to my bedroom and sat in the middle of the bed. I knew those noises. I recognized the sensations. “Oh no, they’ve returned.” I tried to calm myself: now I had the tools to see and understand, but my calm was already gone out the window. I sensed their vibration beyond the hall door.
Okay… which way can I see them? Light on? Off? Eyes closed to strengthen inner vision? I tried every possible way, I couldn’t see anything, only my sensations and my skin recorded their presence in the air.
I could call my partner. I had tried to wake him up before, but with little insistence. Now it was different, and if he woke up … maybe everything would be over. I started to call him, to shake him by the arm, I switched to punches on the arm. I said to myself “a couple of kicks on the leg? Cynical, you’re cynical, but desperate times… Yes, yes, Liz, kicks are allowed…if he wakes up right now, I’ll look like a lunatic, but I can explain to him what’s going on.. He’s witnessed weird events with me before; let’s call this an advanced update.” All in vain, he felt nothing, I felt defeated, helpless. He felt nothing, his body seemed to be totally deaf, and he was sunk somewhere in sleep. I felt defeated. There was nothing I could do to prevent the situation.
By that time, the cats, who had previously been sleeping at the end of the bed, had sat up and were looking in the direction of the hall. That was the proof what I sensed was actually real. When they headed for the hall, I thought: “My good girls, very good, you are there to defend me. My last stronghold!” Once they got to there, they stopped and looked up towards the door and then proceeded to the other room… Oh no, what are you doing? Going into the other room?” To try to calm myself down I told myself that everything was probably fine, that I was safe. The cats hadn’t run away scared. But why did I feel scared then. What was really going on? I was always afraid. Was it like that Of course I was afraid because I couldn’t see anyone, I felt anxiety and that I had no control over the situation. Yes, it scared me, but who were they? Why didn’t they answer me?
Turning my back on the hall, I muttered, “Have you decided to put me through the fears of a lifetime in one night? Woe to you and these situations!”
Then I realized they were already in the room. Anxiety ruled me. I tried one last attempt to see them, lights on, lights off, eyes open, eyes closed. Nothing worked. I turned the light back on and tried to calm my breath. To my senses, I felt at least three Beings in the room; their vibration gave them a towering presence. Looking at them I eventually surrendered to the situation, I said aloud, “Well, do whatever you need to. I’m off to sleep.” And I fell asleep instantly. I don’t even remember whether I turned off the bedside light. When I woke up the next morning, I asked my partner if he had switched it off, no, if he had been aware that I had ‘called’ him several times, neither.
At the time, I had not given the event any meaning other than it had served to release me from past fear, quite the opposite, I was only scratching the surface. The real door was still sealed and thus my understanding was fragmented. Having partial memories of that event and others from my past, but vivid ones of the fear experienced, turned the latter into a filter that rearranged everything in its own way. That is why these events have to be worked through several times and carefully, to process and integrate the actual understanding.
In early 2024, I attended my last an online seiðr workshop with an international group. During a paired work, I received a powerful message about reclaiming my personal power and authentic self. One of lines was: “You should not fear the creatures of the night.” A chill ran down my spine. I thought, “No, it can’t be!” I asked, “What creatures of the night?” And the was:
“Those you see out of the corner of your eye who scare you. We may look frightening, but we aren’t evil!”
To better understand the situation at the end of the class, I thought back to the journey I had made for the person paired with me and took note of those details that resonated with me and my own life. A house. A Being seen outside the window. The door opening … my feeling had been eventually the house opens the door and lets in…. A blinding yellow light that breaks in and shapes a path. A Being entering, followed by smaller ones. The sound of their presence outside the window before they entered.
Any clearer than that! Yes and no. There was still something standing in the way of full clarity. So I brought attention to everything that was interfering, to anything that I had taken on and decided that I would have to work on that over the next few weeks. There were paths to be followed. Not out of duty to anyone, but because the soul required it. Necessary steps for what would happen next.
Today (2025) as I look back to the events of that night, I realise that those Beings waited patiently there in the hall. Just as I was taught as a child (see the “Early Contacts” blog section), waiting for the opposite corridor to light up to let the encounter possible. They waited patiently while I went through attempts to control the situation, feel the fear and work through it, to release it. They waited until I was ready to meet them. At that time, I still didn’t fully understand what was happening or what would unfold after I fell asleep.
… Those who visited me then were not two distinct groups of aliens, the good and the evil ones.They were encounters that evolved over the years as I became entwined in the conditioning of life. Those were necessary too, in order to find myself and understand what they meant to me: contact and connection
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