3:00 a.m. Early 1990s.

I was sound asleep when I suddenly opened my eyes.

Standing beside my bed was what can only be described as a “Little Grey.”

About four feet tall. Huge black almond-shaped eyes. Gray, crepey skin. No smile. No warmth. Just… presence.

My first thought was: This has to be a dream.

My second thought was: Oh shit.

Years earlier, I had read Whitley Strieber’s Communion, so I instantly recognized what I was looking at.

Without a word being spoken, I received a clear message:

“Come with us.”

Nope.

Not happening.

I sat bolt upright in bed and yelled:

“You get the FUCK out of here right now!”

Poof.

Gone.

Just like that.

Needless to say, sleep was no longer on the agenda.

My heart was pounding. Adrenaline was coursing through my body. Thankfully, my 25-pound Maine Coon cat, JB, came to the rescue, purring and snuggling beside me until I finally calmed down.

For decades, I’ve shared this story with only a handful of people.

One of them was Whitley Strieber himself.

Years later, I found myself at a small dinner party where Whitley was recounting his many abduction experiences. Feeling emboldened, I decided to tell him my story.

Big mistake.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at me, and shouted:

“You’re a liar! There’s no way that happened.”

The room went silent.

The intensity of his reaction stunned me.

Looking back, I think my story challenged something fundamental in the way he understood these encounters.

His experience was that people were taken.

Mine was that I said no.

Those are two very different narratives.

Whatever the reason, it was clear we weren’t going to agree, so I quietly gathered my things and left.

Fast forward to yesterday.

Brian and I went to see Disclosure Day.

Before I go any further, I have to say: Disclosure Day blew me away.

It’s one of those rare films that entertains you, expands your mind, stirs your emotions, and leaves you talking about it long after the credits roll.

Whether you’re convinced we’ve been visited, firmly skeptical, or simply someone who loves a great story, go see it.

Spielberg has created something extraordinary.

And apparently, it also unlocked a memory I’d nearly forgotten.

As the story unfolded, that long-forgotten night came rushing back to me.

I can’t prove what happened in my bedroom more than thirty years ago.

I don’t expect everyone to believe me.

But I have no doubt about what I experienced.

What struck me after seeing the film is that the conversation has changed.

For decades, the question was whether experiences like mine should be dismissed outright.

Today, more and more credible people—including military pilots, intelligence officials, scientists, and government insiders—are willing to acknowledge that there are phenomena we don’t yet understand.

The question is no longer whether every story can be explained.

The question is whether we’re willing to stay curious enough to explore possibilities that don’t fit neatly inside our current understanding of reality.

The universe has always been bigger, stranger, and more mysterious than we imagined.

I suspect we’re only beginning to discover how much bigger.

Have you seen Disclosure Day?

And more importantly…

Have you ever experienced something you simply could not explain?

It’s time to listen,

Arielle