Most everyone has come across a photograph they have taken only to find a round, sometimes bright, ball or sphere somewhere in it.  For years I thought they were a water mark or a reflection of some kind. Until I learned more about my gift, I didn’t realize that this ball of light or color is the energy of a spirit.

 

Several years ago I began taking photos while trying to communicate with the spirits around me.  Sometimes I know who is near and other times, I just feel a presence and often catch them in a photograph.  Being a Medium, there is usually several in my home at any given time.  I currently have thousands of photos of orbs. 

 

Many times there will be a face or faces in an orb.  Some are clearly visible and often my family members recognize loved ones in them. 

 

I have a sister who enjoys doing genealogy.  She is very driven and enjoys finding photographs and details of our ancestor’s lives.  She has spent hundreds of hours compiling information and she is very good at it.  I however, spend enough time communicating with and sensing those who have passed, I don’t necessarily want to spend time researching their history, so I am pleased that she is willing to do it.

 

For some time she was searching for a photograph of our Great-Great Grandmother.  No one seemed to have any pictures of her but there was a story told that she had been photographed wearing a hat she had made herself, which she wore to hide the fact that she had lost most of her hair.  My sister was on the hunt.  She made it clear that she would search until her dying day for this photograph and I often teased her about being obsessed about it.  But as time went by, no photo was found.

 

One day as I was reviewing photographs I had taken earlier in the week, I was amazed to see an orb with a light yellow tint to it.  The face was so clear and it appeared to be that of a child.  I showed several of my relatives and friends to see if anyone recognized the face.  For several months we discussed it and tried to determine who this little girl was.  We never could figure out who it was.

 

A few months ago, my sister came with more genealogy (as I roll my eyes and secretly want to scream) but she was so excited.  She had found a photo of my Great Great Grandmother.  She handed me a copy of the photo and I knew I had seen that face before.  I went upstairs and got my laptop and opened up the file with the photo of the little girl.  There she was.  The answer we had been looking for.  The face of my Great Great Grandmother was the same as the face in the orb.  The reason we thought it was a child is because she appeared to be wearing a bonnet.  After seeing the actual photograph, it was obvious what we were seeing. Right down to the ribbon tied beneath her chin.

 

This is just another case where my gift and my sister’s quest for information can come together to discover something beautiful.


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