On Dust and Doubts

I hestitated writing about this. I really did. But when it comes down to it I know I just need to put it out there. Because I write about my journey here. And to me, this is interesting stuff. So I thought I'd share it.

I need to back up a bit before I try to tell this story. In the 7th grade I took a speech class. Our first assignment was to pick an interesting topic and write a ten minute speech about it. We would be graded on our presentation by delivery, visual aids and the overall knowledge of our topic.

I decided to write my speech about ghosts. I don't really know why except that I've always thought ghost stories were fascinating. My grandma had experiences with ghost sightings as a child and my mom has had a couple of strange encounters that cannot be explained. So I grew up with the very present knowledge that ghosts could, and possibly did, exist. There has been so much written about ghost sightings and paranormal activity. Many people believe that spirits are more inclined to visit those who say they believe in ghosts. I've always remembered that.

I was oddly drawn to the pictures in the books I checked out from the library. I studied the photos and read the stories to go along with them. At the time there was no internet so that was all I had. I read them so much that I couldn't get the photos out of my head at night, which made for some not so great sleep. Because although I am drawn to stories of apparitions, I am also really impressionable and easily freaked out. Let's just say that watching a scary movie often means I won't sleep for a week until it begins to fade from my memory.

Anyway, I never forgot about that speech. I was so intrigued by everything I read and saw that I actually hoped one day I would have my own ghost encounter so I could prove to all the naysayers that yes, ghosts can inhabit this world in some form.

Maybe I should be more careful what I wish for? Because a couple of weeks ago - this is what I saw on our video monitor.


That is Sawyer asleep in her crib. With a beam of light shining down and two orbs floating, one directly on her and the other above. I now wish I had a clearer picture. I took this picture with my iphone in our completely dark master bedroom. It is a picture of the video monitor that sits next to my head on my nightstand. This photo was taken on the second night that they appeared. Because the first night I was too afraid to move to take a picture. This photo has not been altered in any way, shape or form. You don't have to believe me. But it's true. The only thing I did was send it from my phone to my computer through an email so I could upload it here.

Now, most people would say that the orbs are just dust. If you google it, which I have done way too many times now, most orbs on digital technology can be explained in the natural world in any number of ways. It is believed that 99% of the orbs captured in photos are not spirits. Sidenote: did you guys know that there are ghost bloggers? Now there's an amazing niche!

The first night they appeared on the monitor I was stunned. So much so that my eyes did not move from the screen. I could barely blink. I watched them float up and down and side to side. Yep, they MOVED. These are known as "pulsing orbs." The movements seemed almost purposeful. I now wish I had taken a video of it! But I did nothing more than watch the screen for a long time cursing the day I ordered the video monitor in the first place (I was always kind of against them). The second night they appeared I reluctantly decided to go into the room. I'm not going to lie, I was completely freaked out. I mean, one of them is floating directly ON my baby girl. So yeah, um, I was uneasy to say the least.

When I went in her room goosebumps immediately formed on the back of my legs and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. There was nothing I could see above her crib so whatever it was, it was not seen with the naked eye. I quietly crept up to Sawyer and put my hand on her. I watched her breathe in and out. She was so peaceful. She even let out one of those precious little baby sighs as I stood there. She did not seem bothered at all. I smiled as I watched her. So innocent. So perfect. I felt peaceful too.


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