Let me start by saying, nothing about my life has been normal, and that includes the way my story gets told. Earlier this year, I had the surreal experience of sharing my alien abduction story on the Discovery Channel’s Alien Encounters: Fact or Fiction. The episode, titled "Alien Inside Me," aired on June 26, 2024, but for me, the real story started long before the cameras rolled—and in some ways, long after they stopped.
First, let’s talk about Roswell, NM. Yes, the alien capital of the world, but no one warned me that it also dabbles in meteorological irony. Thanks to a missed connection, I found myself driving from Lubbock, TX, to Roswell in a rented car that smelled vaguely like cheese fries and old hopes. When I finally arrived, the town greeted me with something as rare as a government explanation for UFO sightings: snow. Actual snow in Roswell. Of course, I did what any self-respecting alien-abductee-turned-paranormal-investigator would do—I built a tiny snowman outside my hotel. And let me tell you, watching other guests giggle like kids at Christmas reminded me that even in the strangest places, there’s joy to be found.
The filming process was, in a word, vulnerable. Imagine recounting the most chilling moments of your life—the times you were powerless, terrified, questioning your very existence—while bright lights and a camera capture every quiver in your voice. Oh, and then trusting someone else to piece it all together into something honest. If you’re wondering, no, I don’t have control over how they edit my story. TV has its own agenda, and while they did their best to honor my truth, it’s still their version of it. My job was to show up and share. And I did.
For those who missed the episode, here’s the gist: I’ve been abducted by aliens seven times since I was four years old. The first time, I remember floating out of bed, freezing as I was carried into a ship filled with horrors no child should see—disembodied limbs, massive embryos, a fetus as big as me. I wanted my dad. I was a little girl in a nightmare I couldn’t wake from.
Then there’s “The Butler.” That’s what I called the alien who always returned me to my bed. Picture an octopus walking on land, using its suction-cup hands to move through the ship. To this day, I can’t look at calamari without a shiver. And the last abduction? When I was 13, I asked them who they were and why they were doing this. The response? A booming, all-encompassing voice proclaiming, "I’m God." Not terrifying at all, right?
The show also featured analysis of an implant I had removed from my body years ago. The experts offered skepticism (it’s science, after all), but there was an undercurrent of belief—an acknowledgment that my story might be both unexplainable and true. For me, that’s the essence of the paranormal: the spaces between certainty and wonder.
Meeting Mitch Horowitz, the show’s expert, was a highlight. His insight and the other participants’ stories reminded me that while my experiences are uniquely mine, I’m not alone. There’s a strange comfort in that. But the most surreal part? Is that me on the cover shot—a foggy, mystical image of from behind? It felt poetic, like I’m both the subject of this story and a mystery within it.
Sharing my abduction story wasn’t easy. It’s a wound I’ve carried for decades, one that’s shaped who I am as a medium, an empath, and a paranormal investigator. But it’s also part of my truth. Vulnerability isn’t comfortable, but it’s necessary. If my story resonates with even one person out there—someone grappling with their own unexplainable experiences—then it was worth it.
Alien Encounters: Fact or Fiction is more than a TV show. For me, it was a chance to confront my past, to bring my truth into the light (or, in this case, the spotlight). You can catch the episode on Discovery or Max if you’re curious. Just know this: the story doesn’t end with what you see on screen. My journey, like the snow in Roswell, is a little strange, a little beautiful, and undeniably real.
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