A case of the Grays

In the book “Three Waves of Volunteers and the New Earth”, Dolores Cannon mentioned three pivotal moments in human history during which souls from extraterrestrial worlds were called back to Earth to help the planet ascend and overcome humanity's challenges. This aligns perfectly with some of my QHHT sessions, in which clients had alien experiences in past lives. These clients typically exhibit quite distinct characteristics, such as difficulty integrating into society, a particular interest in science fiction or astronomy, and often accompanied by anxiety or depression. According to Dolores, only the bravest souls join the Earth volunteers because Earth's gravity is much stronger than on any other planets, which makes dwellers feel heavy. Furthermore, Earthlings communicate through language, which, compared to telepathy on other planets, creates numerous misunderstandings, barriers, and feelings of frustration from not being understood. Although it is precisely because of these that Earthlings possess a richer emotional spectrum.

I recently had a female client who has a very interesting job – she's an astrologer. She said she's always loved looking at the stars and learning everything about them, and even went on to study astrology. She said astrology is a science, and the predictions aren't just guesses. She didn't understand why she always felt distant from others, even her closest family members. She had great intuition; she'd been following Dolores for several years, and recently, a voice seemed to be urging her to try Dolores's Quantum Healing hypnosis, so she came to me.

After she entered the trance, memories of the past life surged forth. She saw a warrior from ancient Greece, and saw her closest family and friends from this life playing different roles in that past life. Love and hatred were all directed by karma. Tears along with the release of emotions are the best form of healing.

After that life ended, the pace slowed down, and she followed the light into another dimension. Standing inside a massive dome, looking out at the pale pink ground through a transparent wall, she said, "I must be an alien. The people here aren't like Earthlings - We're tall and slender, over two meters tall, with large eyes and smooth, silvery-white skin that has a metallic sheen. We don't need clothes.” They lived in a huge, sealed space. They had everything they needed. The advanced technology within the dome created an abundant and magnificent environment and architecture. Everything around was indescribably beautiful. They can even create artificial snow. She added, "I've dreamt of this place before."

The world outside the dome is a stark contrast—somewhat like the surface of Mars, with arid land, swirling sand and dust, intense nuclear radiation, torrential rains, and frequent earthquakes, devoid of life, a scene of apocalypse. The high-tech dome protected the people living inside from any external interference. The wall was so sturdy that it could even withstand a nuclear attack. Beneath the dome, people lived prosperous, orderly, and disciplined lives. She said everyone had the same silver-gray appearance; they could freely choose their gender and age, choose to have a family or live alone, choose to live indefinitely or leave this body — high technology allowed them to remain eternally young. Their communication is through telepathy. They were very loving towards each other, though their emotions were not volatile. They revered beauty and order, as if the creation of beauty is a universal goal—building exquisite structures, creating beautiful works of art, and so on. The chaos and disasters visible everywhere outside the dome made them cherish order and peace immensely.

She chose to live alone, somewhat unsure of whether she was male or female, almost androgynous. Her job was as a messenger, traveling between different regions and departments to deliver information for the transportation, energy, and food supply sectors. She explained that telepathy couldn't convey the details of information; often it only allowed her to perceive the general content and feelings. More complex and specific matters still needed to be written down or delivered face-to-face. Day after day, many, many years passed. She felt weary and began to crave change, to try a different life. So one day, she chose to leave that familiar body and familiar place.

As her soul left her body, she said that the planet's name started with an A, which sounded somewhat like Alaska, and that her own name was Paracus.

Next, she drifted through space. A distant blue planet shimmered, as if beckoning her, while the surrounding planets remained dark. She drifted towards that blue planet, knowing it was called Earth, where her next journey would begin—a voluntary choice made in response to a call, a challenge she had made to herself. She knew that in this new journey, her mission was to spread love, beauty, and order. She said there is too much separation, misunderstanding, and hatred between people on Earth. What they need is love. She wanted to bring back the connection and creation for beauty she had experienced on her previous planet. She said people can't see the immense damage that wars and disasters could cause, nor do they understand the importance of peace and order. Her innate aesthetic sense and calm, logical thinking, which she brought from that planet, were her contributions to the Earth. This also explained why she felt a distance between herself and others—a distance that wasn't isolation, but respect for others and giving herself and others the freedom to choose.

She said, "You let me follow the blue light into this planet, and the next scene I saw in my mind was the courtyard where I lived with my grandmother when I was a child..." It seems that the memory of extraterrestrial life was still fresh for her, perhaps her previous life. That’s why she loved looking up at the starry sky since she was a child and chose astrology as her career.

Emerging from the trance, she said, "It's amazing. Like I was talking through my dream, and I feel much lighter." The next day, she texted me saying she found online that the correct spelling of that name is Paroikos, which means "alien" in ancient Greek language. She felt that many of her past experiences and thoughts had finally found some answers, filling her with hope for the future.

2026-04-28