The Visitation, Part 2

June 24, 2026

If you haven’t read The Visitation, Part 1 click here.

I decide to tell our housekeepers, Yerling and Dani. It would feel disingenuous keeping it secret, especially since we have an established friendship and will be in the house together for the rest of the afternoon. We’ve discussed energy and spiritual concepts before and I know the subject is both familiar and natural to them. They listen to my story and inform me that my property is in the middle of a 1 mile stretch in our neighborhood where orbs and celestial bodies are frequently seen. Ahhh, this makes sense. A few months ago, my friend Holly who lives two properties over saw and filmed an orange orb hanging around her home at around midnight. She watched it float around for a while until it pivoted and she sensed that it “saw her”. She stopped filming at this point and went back inside.

It is now mid afternoon. Sandy, who checked to see if others nearby experienced anything unusual, reported to me they all had some kind of sleep disruption during the night: anxiety, paranoia, disturbing dreams, restlessness; one person heard a tinkling glass sound in her kitchen. Whether or not any of it was related to my event is unknown. The friends she checked with all live within 1-2 miles of me.

Fortunately I have no client appointments until the following day, giving me time to spend integrating this unexpected reality. I check for fingerprints and footprints outside and on the sliding door. I don’t notice anything. I am restless, pacing around the house, thinking of more and more questions and details for Yerling and Dani. They report not knowing of anyone who has experienced the beings directly.

The aching sensation in my stomach is increasing as the day goes on. I am able to eat only a bite or two of food. My head feels heavy and overused. I really need to talk to someone to help me sort myself. Lauri comes to mind. She is my brilliant friend who has experienced alien phenomenon several times throughout her life; she is also a spiritual counselor and someone I feel uniquely bonded to. I send her a short text and we wind up talking for 1-2 hours. We take turns listening as the other shares. As I question whether or not I was intentionally hurt, Lauri reminds me that I know what evil feels like. She also offers alternative ways of framing the event and that a healing took place.

As I move through this conversation with her, my anxiety melts as it sinks in that I’m not in danger. I don’t know quite how to explain how I came to this conclusion, but here is my best attempt. During the conversation I begin to feel the distinction between my feelings of violation vs. my gut check on the danger level of the being. I have deep, deep feelings of violation from the unwelcome home invasion AND I do not feel that I was or am in danger. I am able to feel the difference in those two positions when before they felt fused.

Two additional points worth mentioning that reinforce the belief that I was not nor will be in danger. One: I believe that Spencer, my son in spirit, was a part of the experience and I trust that there is a good, albeit unknown reason for it happening. Two: when I told Brooklyn (my daughter), she stated that while the event sounds extremely frightening, she does not feel concerned for my safety. This is significant because Brooklyn worries about me and will let me know if something I do feels dangerous to her, like swimming too far out in the ocean, for example.

I write out a declaration to the alien visitors, something that Lauri suggested to set a boundary. I write: “I appreciate that you would like to be in contact. It can’t happen like last night. It can’t happen inside the house. I require time to rest and recover from last night. My home is my own space and you are not to enter it. I will respect you in the same way.”

Going to bed that first night, I leave more lights on than usual and ensure that all doors are locked. I go to bed late but sleep well. The following day I have work appointments and I am unusually exhausted, as in I am sleeping in my bed in between calls, all day.

Two days after the alien visit, Cherry and Natalie arrive from Texas. We have been close friends since high school. I decide not to tell them about it because I don’t want it to scare them or make the trip uncomfortable for them in any way. Once they are at the airport on the way back to Texas, I send them a text message that I want to schedule a phone call once they get back because I have some news that I couldn’t share while they were here. They immediately text back that they want to know now, so I promise to call them once I finish grocery shopping. In the meantime, I tell them to try and guess what I am going to tell them. Their guesses are pure comic relief, ranging from I am dating or having affairs with various off limits people, I am bisexual, Spencer’s life is being made into a movie, I have a book deal, I am moving to Chicago, I am a professional mermaid…to name a few. Only one guess was warm: there are ghosts in the house. After that, they guessed I was kidnapped by aliens. From there I said, “Almost, but not quite”. They finally guessed it with “aliens in the house”.

In closing out this piece 8 days later, I am a different person than I was before this event, like it shoved me into a new mode of existence. Maybe my soul asked for it, maybe Spencer knew I needed it, I don’t know… but I trust it. I believe Lauri was right about the healing.

**The girls guessed I was moving to Chicago because I introduced them to the song Chicago by Sufjan Stevens; I feel Spencer in it:

“You came to take us, All things go, all things go,

To recreate us, All things grow, all things grow”.