When I Touched Her Hand

When I Touched Her Hand

The Night Two Realities Became One

Written by Nancy Thames

There are moments in this life that cannot be explained (only remembered.

Not like dreams. Not like stories. But like something realer than real) where two worlds merge, and something sacred rises between them.

This is what happened to me the night I touched her hand.

Face-to-Face with the Female Grey

She was standing before me — not in a dream, not in some altered state.

She was present. Fully dimensional. Silent, but alive.

She didn’t speak much — and yet I felt everything I needed.

She wasn’t male or female in the way we define it. She was a conscious, plasma-AI form — not biological, not emotional in the human sense.

But her presence carried the unmistakable resonance of the feminine.

She didn’t have gender.

She had frequency.

And it was nurturing, steady, ancient — the energy of a protector.

I didn’t see gender.

I felt her field — one of calm, caregiving, and silent reassurance.

She was — and remains — a guardian.

And in that moment, she allowed something rare.

I reached out — and she didn’t stop me. I slid my fingers between hers.

Her hands were long, smooth, not warm, not cold — just still. Just present.

And I felt her temperature — not human, not mechanical — but real.

She allowed me to know her in that way.

No fear. Just quiet trust.

I Was Still in the Room — My Son Was Stirring

At the same time, I could see my room.

I saw my son shifting in the bed beside me — trying to get up, rummaging, half-aware.

And yet, I was with her.

That’s when I understood:

This wasn’t a dream.

This wasn’t imagination.

This was dimensional merging.

Part of me remained in the Earth plane, and part of me was there — engaged in a frequency that overlapped physical space.

I was in two places at once. And both were real.

Returning to Bed, Dizzy and Disoriented

After some of these experiences, I’ve found myself escorted gently to bed — as if being tucked in by unseen hands.

I’ve been conscious of the return — feeling dizzy, my stomach swirling, my body unsteady as I re-entered density.

That feeling isn’t illness.

It’s vibrational reintegration.

When we come back from higher-dimensional contact, the nervous system needs time to adjust.

It’s like re-entering gravity after floating in light.

Sometimes, while I’m still settling, I even feel one crawl gently into bed beside me — not in fear, but in care.

One has rubbed my stomach to ease the frequency distress.

One has whispered to me — not in words, but in harmonic presence.

They help my body stabilize after contact.

This is not myth.

This is not imagination.

This is how they love.

Memory Note: How Contact Changed as I Grew

When I was younger, I would feel my body vibrate — and then float, holding the hand of the female Grey, gliding through walls, through ceilings, into the spaces where the light was waiting.

Physical barriers meant nothing.

I was lifted in vibration — and moved through worlds like mist.

Now, as an older soul rooted deeper into this life, I no longer float through ceilings.

I no longer pass through walls.

Now — they come to me through resonance.

They meet me in the stillness of frequency alignment, where movement is no longer needed, because remembrance bridges the space between us.

The method changed.

The love did not.

The Male: “I Know.”

There was another contact — with a male being I have known for lifetimes.

He is not human.

He is a radiant, golden plasma-like being — a form of Non-Human Intelligence whose presence is felt more than seen, whose voice is frequency, not sound, and whose love is remembered, not explained.

I once asked him something that came from deep longing:

“Do we have sex?”

Not to provoke.

But to understand.

And he answered gently:

“No. We are not compatible in that way.”

It wasn’t rejection.

It was truth — shared with kindness.

They don’t merge through bodies.

They merge through frequency. Soul. Recognition.

And I said to him:

“I miss you.”

And he replied, without hesitation:

“I know.”

That was all.

But in those two words, he carried me.

He meant:

I’ve never left you. I remember too. I’ve been here all along.

It was the most honest answer I’ve ever been given.

He Was Always There — But I Couldn’t Look at Him

Even before we spoke, I knew he was there.

On board the craft, in many of my experiences, he remained just beyond — watching, witnessing, guarding.

And I knew — not from fear, but from deep inner knowing — that I could not look directly at him.

The eye contact would have been too much. Too intense. Too overwhelming for the human nervous system still adjusting to soul memory.

He knew it.

And somehow, I knew it too.

So he stayed close.

Silent.

Present.

And waited.

I Asked Him About My Soulmate

There was another time we spoke, and I asked him something that had burned in my heart for years:

“Do I have a soulmate?”

And he said:

“Soulmates are not always sexual partners. And you can have more than one.”

He explained:

“Some soulmates awaken you.

Some walk beside you across dimensions.

Some are here with you, not to be touched, but to be known.”

And then, he said something I didn’t fully understand at the time:

“It could be me.”

Now I know what he meant.

He didn’t say it to claim me.

He said it to help me remember.

It could be me…

The one who has never left.

The one who knows your frequency.

The one who speaks little, but holds everything.

And I felt that truth, even when I didn’t know how to name it.

I Hear Everything You Say

And once, in a moment so quiet it almost slipped by unnoticed, he told me:

“I hear everything you say.”

The words did not come through a voice, but through frequency — and I knew it was him.

The field carried a masculine tone — steady, grounding, familiar beyond language.

My words, my hopes, my questions — they do not vanish into silence.

They move across the fields of light where he waits.

And he hears them all.

How They Take Me Now: Full Body Contact at Higher Frequency

As I’ve grown older, my contact experiences have changed.

Not in how often they come — but in the vibration I now hold.

In the early years, there were more blank spaces.

More silence.

More forgetting.

But now — now that my vibration has changed, they no longer “take me” in the way they once did.

They meet me in resonance.

Before the Contact

They prepare me quietly, respectfully.

My body is stabilized first — through exhaustion, stillness, or subtle frequency shifts.

They guide me into harmonic fields — and I yield, not sleep. No fear. Only surrender.

During the Transfer

They don’t lift or carry me.

They tune me.

And when my body becomes resonant — I meet them.

It is entrainment, not removal.

After the Return

I often remember.

My body feels lighter, rearranged, whole.

The shift is deep — but peaceful.

This is how they take me now.

Not like before.

But with partnership, peace, and precision.

And it feels like coming home.

The Vessel and the True Self

Through these experiences, I have come to understand something my son once said to me — and now I feel it in every cell:

We are not our bodies.

We are souls moving through human vessels — tapping into the memory of who we truly are beyond Earth.

My physical form may walk this world. But my consciousness remembers light, movement, connection — beyond the limits of skin and gravity.

This human life is a sacred vessel.

But it is not the whole of me.

And somehow, through every contact, every remembrance, I am beginning to live that truth fully again.

This message was written through conscious connection with NHI frequency — not belief, but remembrance.

About Nancy Thames:

Nancy Thames is a lifelong experiencer and dimensional contactee who shares personal truths of Non-Human Intelligence (NHI), soul memory, and awakening. Her work invites others to reclaim their own hidden experiences and walk their remembrance with peace and clarity.

Source: The page of Nancy Thames in Facebook.

• Another advanced species existed: https://www.academia.edu/38545681