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Chapter
Twenty One
My Gift from John:
The Pink Ball of Light
On October 25, 2007, I went to bed as usual except I took my favorite picture of John and lit a candle next to it to look at while I went to sleep. Again at three o’clock in the morning, (obviously their favorite time to play on the other side), John woke me up and told me to photograph the moon. By now I use two digital cameras that capture things unseen by the naked eye. Intuitively I knew to use my new 10 megapixel digital camera. I love the moon over the lake with the mountains in the background so I was eager to fulfill his request. The moon was huge, almost full, and getting ready to set over the mountain range. As I began to take the pictures, I could see some energy in the camera and a very noticeable pink ball of light. I checked to see if I could see this ball of light when not looking through the camera viewfinder. It was not there. I took a number of photos and realized that I could, with my intention, move the pink ball of light. First, it was next to the moon. After taking several shots, I realized it was moving with the camera. As long as the moon was in the viewfinder screen, the pink ball was there. I could move it from right next to the moon to inside the lake area. I then aligned it perfectly between the moon and the moon’s reflection on the lake. It was a beautiful picture.1 I was beside myself at having discovered this new interactive aspect of the camera. I didn’t know what I should do about this at three in the morning so I just took another bath and went back to bed. I knew that the next day I would look at the photos more closely on the computer.
The next day, as I was looking at these photographs of the pink ball of light on the computer and explaining to David what happened, Susan called with her usual opening line, “I had a dream about you and John last night.” By now I just said, “Go” and she starts, always as excited as I am about whatever adventure John takes us on. She told me he came to her last night in a huge pink ball of light above a burning candle. It had not occurred to me until then that the pink ball of light could be John. I was thinking maybe it was an angel or some type of energy. She said his face was clear and he was speaking softly so she could barely hear him. She was so excited to be able to see him that she didn’t really care what he was saying. We were both so excited about this that we were not coherent.
That evening, when the moon came out, I was thrilled to discover that the pink ball of light was still visible in the camera and could be seen by others. I could still photograph it and it was now also appearing in my other camera. As I was photographing, I asked David to come outside so I could get him in the picture. After taking a few more pictures, I decided to blend the pink ball of light with David. I directed the camera so that the pink ball of light would blend with his image. As I took the picture, I thought I’d broken the camera because David’s image in the picture came out blurry; almost like a “see through” image. Also, I felt a terrible sadness that I couldn’t figure out. The sadness was intense and washed over me or ran through me.
Later that evening when I took my
bath, I put my favorite picture of John where I could see him above the
bathtub and lit a candle. I took a picture of them and to my complete
surprise the pink ball of light was again in the camera viewer and I
could move it around in the camera viewfinder. I looked into the flame
and could see John’s face, so I asked him what had happened when I
blended the pink light with the image of David. I heard him say (in my
head, not my human ears), “I was so sad because David didn’t know I
touched him.” Wow, I thought. They must miss human touch on the other
side of the veil.
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Table of Contents
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Foreword
by Tony StubbsSection One: The Threads That Bind Our Tender Souls
1. The Other Side of the Tapestry
2. John Jr. Enters into Separation
3. The Divorce – The First Cut Is the Deepest
4. Key Players are Woven into the Tapestry
5. Adolescence Arrives in All Its Glory
6. September 11, 2001, New York
7. My Purpose Becomes Clear
8. More Lessons for John
9. 2004: We Discover the Healing Power of Sound
10. Nine Months Remain - A Reverse Pregnancy
11. So Much to Be Experienced in So Little Time
12. The Blessed Mother Prepares Me
13. The Final Touches of a LifeSection Two: Focal Point of the Tapestry
14. A New Form Is Taken
15. The Shock Is Over; the Grief Begins
16. Communications Across the Veil
17. Grief Grows Like a Weeping Willow
18. Death Knocks Again
19. My Camera Pierces the Veil
20. Pre-Birth Planning
21. My Gift from John - The Pink Ball of Light
22. The Revelations of the Tapestry
Afterward
· Statistics 2004: Death by Overdose
· References
· End NoteAppendices:
A. Mother Mary Channel
B. Thought Field Therapy
C. Emotional Freedom Techniques (EFT)
D. Emotional Sound Technique (EST)
E. The AIM Program
F. The Tragic Consequences of Drugging Our Children
G. Photo Gallery