The Alien at my Bedside
“Did you find an alien implant in there?” I managed as he pulled the last piece of my molar out of my mouth.
Laughing, he jokingly replied with, “No……but I did find an RFID chip.”
“Ugh, that’s worse,” I slurred.
The pain in my tooth started as the pain in my leg was finally beginning to subside. I’d been on a committed healing regimen, incorporating rest, yoga, plenty of water, Reiki, magnesium, homeopathy, and Chinese Energetic Medicine, a healing technique developed by Kam Yuen. Jon and I became practitioners of his method back in the early aughts, and it is something I turn to for myself when nothing else is working. The use of it always opens doors to healing, however that healing arrives. For my leg, it was through my own work; for my mouth, I needed outside assistance.
“Please send me someone to help me with my teeth,” I requested as I was drifting off to sleep on Saturday night. I knew what I was doing when I made the request. I was asking for all assistance, earthly or otherwise, as I’ve done before.
In the late summer of 2015, I had a gallbladder attack. I’d been experiencing some symptoms as I was beginning to involve myself with Bernie Sanders’ first run for President. The campaign was starting to take up much of my time, as I worked the phones via my computer in my office. When I wasn’t with clients or channeling for a group, I was reaching out to people all over the country that the campaign had identified as potential leaders in their communities in support of Bernie, helping to build the volunteer effort. I was working directly with Zack Exley, a senior advisor on the campaign responsible for constructing and shaping the digital (online) side of the organization, along with Claire Sandberg, the digital organizing director. I’d work with Claire again in 2019 and 2020.
On a hot summer night in late August 2015, I awoke to a pain in my body that took me to the ER. I was certain I was having a gallbladder attack. They gave me morphine. I hadn’t had any over-the-counter pain relief at that point in fifteen years, thinking it beneath me as a spiritual muckity-muck, and saddling myself with the belief that I needed to heal myself on my own without assistance from any allopathic resources.
The morphine allowed me to sleep, as Jon moved back and forth from me at the hospital to our home a mile away, reassuring our two-year-old puppy, Zoey. Born under the sign of Cancer, she was very attached to us both and did not enjoy being alone. She was also super tuned in to us, and always wanted to help when one of us was feeling badly, as she still does today. She’s been by my side all week.
The surgeon was not available during those very early morning hours, so the hospital sent me home back then after my pain had diminished with some antibiotics, antinausea meds, and instructions to make an appointment with him. After getting some more sleep in my own bed, I got in front of my computer, notified Zack and the campaign that I’d need to step away for a bit to prioritize my healing, and then started reading everything I could about gallbladders and keeping them. I was opposed to having surgery without first doing whatever I could to heal myself in less invasive ways.
I fasted and then drank only juice and water for twelve days. After that, I started taking supplements and cautiously eating solid food again, abstaining from all refined sugar and dairy, eating only healthy fats, keeping a diary of everything I took in, and tracking my symptoms 24-48 hours later. I observed what my body liked and what it didn’t, when it came to everything from diet to supplements to activity to work, etc, and I continued to read stories from others who had healed themselves this way.
By late September, I was in L.A. and on stage channeling at a big event, feeling mostly back to normal, while still limiting my diet to mostly plant-based foods. When I got back to Ojai the next night, I felt my gallbladder begin to complain again. Feeling defeated, I took a remedy, leaned into the back of the couch, and felt my pain disappear within minutes. That twenty-four hours had been a lot on my still-healing body.
In early November, I saw that Zack Exley was going to be in Santa Barbara, doing a live training event for Bernie volunteers. While I had largely stepped back from my work with the campaign, I was still receiving their emails and occasionally checking in on Slack (a messaging and organizing tool used by many organizations and businesses). I felt compelled to go to Santa Barbara that night.
On the drive there, I felt my gallbladder acting up again. This time, the sensation was different, not nearly as intense, more like a gentle ache. I grabbed a chamomile tea near the event location, an excellent remedy for any digestive woes, and headed to the event. Zack was right there in the hall when I entered.
“Nora?!” he said. This was our first in-person meeting. “I am so glad to see you here. I knew you were in Southern California, but I was not sure where.” We chatted a bit as they were still setting up.
Zack and the event fired me up. It was a training on volunteer-hosted barnstorms. The barnstorms were large gatherings meant to encourage the creation of smaller volunteer-led phone banking parties. I left feeling excited to be back in it again and happy to have connected with so many others on the ground. When I first joined the campaign, in early summer, I had some concerns that my work persona would reflect negatively on the campaign. “I think Bernie knows about the Pleiadians,” a staffer said to me when I broached the subject, putting me at ease.
On the drive home, I thought about the connection between my political work, my gallbladder, the fact that I had not had symptoms for weeks, and suddenly there they were again as I reengaged with the campaign. As I went to sleep that night, I asked for serious help from anyone of the highest vibration.
I awoke the next morning after having this experience/dream (you be the judge) - Two beings stood next to my bedside on my right. One was very tall and slender, the other was short and round. Both appeared as male with halos of light emanating from their forms. They removed my gallbladder from my body. I could see them holding it in their hands. They did a few things I can not remember, passing it back and forth between them, and then reinserted it into my side. I felt nothing throughout the entire process as far as my memories went, and experienced no painful physical aftereffects.
Moving forward, I dramatically improved. I also dove headfirst back into the campaign, working directly with Alexandra Rojas, as the volunteer coordinator for the volunteer-hosted barnstorms, speaking with every host across the country, and hosting my own events in Ojai. I then moved into phone banking, where I became a lead moderator, interfacing between the digital organizing staff and the rest of the online volunteer phone banking team, which numbered over 80,000 people, making over 36 million calls.
I loved every second of it, as consuming as it was, and it was all-consuming. That period initiated an identity shift in me and my work, a very third chakra occurrence. I began to weave together politics, healing, and spirituality in a way that I had not before, eschewing earlier ideas about remaining neutral or not taking sides and offering what I felt was a more grounded perspective.
My first invitation and appearance on John Burgos’s program, Beyond the Ordinary Show, happened in the fall of 2015. I also brought through and developed “Operate from Joy”, a system for integration of the higher self into the density of the third-dimensional body via the healing and transmutation of unhealed trauma, along with the activation of specific vibrations in each of the main chakras. These recordings are on my site and are all currently 50% off during checkout with the code “joy”. https://www.noraherold.com/2015-2016-workshops-and-special-events
Here I am, a decade later, immersed in another healing event, this one fifth chakra related, as I am tending to much-needed dental work. This one also includes the need for a dramatic change in my diet to facilitate healing after dental implant surgery.
While lying in the dentist chair, right as he was about to start, I telepathed to my support staff, “I asked for assistance in the highest vibrational form. Where’s my help?” I had been expecting the tall being and the short being, or some beings like them, to have assisted me while sleeping as they had before. The gallbladder event was not the only time they had helped me.
“He’s standing right next to you,” they replied, as my tall, slender dentist leaned in and started his work. I recognized him then and relaxed into the chair, releasing myself into his hands.
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