Orbs, spirits, ghosts...many entities show up on film or in a digital file with a camera that are not seen by the naked human eye.
Here is a fascinating image sent to me from my good friend Nancy Wesson. I have not seen anything like this before, have you?
As a professional photographer I can tell you what its not, its NOT lint or a dust speck. What the HECK is this? If you have any idea or have ever seen anything like this before please reply in the comments section.
I am really into these orbs and tried for the first time this past week to capture them on purpose. Here, I have handed my camera to my friend Joy and she took the following photographs while I participated in a lovely Dance for Peace Group with my daughter and some new friends. The dances are chanting and singing to God. I just KNEW there would be orbs around. And sure enough, there is an orb, right on my head!
Here is orb blown up and sharpened so you can see the detail within it.
Some people say that the orbs are from another dimension and are energy beings who want to make contact and communicate with humans. They apparently are near to the infrared light spectrum and most of the time we cannot see them, and expensive professional camera equipment has infrared inhibitors, so they capture them less frequently than the little point and shoot digital cameras.
These are NO dust specs!
Contrary to popular belief to those who know me well, I actually am a skeptic. I have a left hemisphere brain that operates just like everyone else's and is a complete skeptic.
I really am a skeptic. Here, I'll prove it.
My favorite story about the part of myself that refuses to accept paranormal, super-normal, or other out of the ordinary experience is one that happened to me when I was in graduate school in the late 1980's.
I happened to be in charge of the shop equipment for the undergraduate art students at Wichita State University. That meant, I babysat the table saws, radial arm saws and other power tools, and those who used them to work on their projects in the evenings. Some evenings were so quiet I would be alone studying, with no other students arriving to work on homework.
The shop was located in an old old brick building, one used for many things over the years at the college including a gymnasium and a cafeteria. Some claimed the building to be haunted. It was a creepy space at times, with odd hallways and some dark corners but I had never personally seen anything out of the ordinary happen.
Until one quiet evening in the shop.
I was sitting on top of a big wooden table using the wall to the attached equipment room as a back support, studying art history when I saw someone enter the workshop room and begin to walk toward me. Immediately something struck me as being amazingly odd. To enter the workshop room from the doorway that this fella did, you had to walk two or three steps down a wooden ramp. There were three concrete steps underneath the ramp, but they were a hindrance to the sculpture and ceramic students who were constantly moving big and heavy things around the building on wheeled carts. So a wooden ramp was built and placed over the steps. But the old floor underneath was worn and irregular, and as well and sturdy as the ramp was made, it would still make a very distinct loud and hollow "ker-plunk ker-plunk" rocking sound anytime anyone would walk upon it. That sound was like an announcement of anyone entering the room.
So that was my first clue and it struck hard and quickly in my head as I noticed his arrival. Here walked in this tall and youngish man, down the ramp and toward me, with not even one "ker-plunk" heard.
The next thing I noted was I did not recognize the man as a student or faculty member and he also was dressed quite oddly. Not wearing the standard jeans and tshirt student uniform, he was sporting some baggy dungarees, leather shoes and a coarse linen work shirt.
He walked toward me. I said "Hello." And waited for him to introduce himself. But he didn't look at me at all and did not respond. I wondered who he was and why he was there as my brain started to wonder how he walked down that ramp noiselessly. He continued to walk toward me and then, completely ignoring me, passed by and went into the actual equipment room where all the biggest power tools were.
"Hey," I said, "You can't go in there!" Only official art students and those cleared to use the equipment were allowed to step foot into that room. I didn't know what this guy was up to, but I hopped off the table directly behind him and followed, rather indignant that he was barging into the room the way he was on my "watch". Now this room where we were entering was pretty spare and small. It had about 4 workstations, a very low ceiling with full fluorescent lights turned on brightly and there were no windows at all. The floor there was as it was in the entire building, solid concrete.
He took three or four steps into the center of the room as I followed and asked, rather irritated already, "Hey, who are you?"
Then, just like that, he disappeared. He was only about two feet in front of me. I could have reached out and touched his dark straight hair or work shirt if I had tried as I was that close. Right in front of my eyes he vaporized. He was there and solid as can be one second and mid-step, he just was not there anymore.
My brain would not accept what it just saw.
I spent the next, oh, probably half an hour walking in a circle in that tiny room trying to find the man or come up with some logical reason to explain how he disappeared.
The best thing my brain could come up with in the end was...a trap door in the floor, yeah, that's it! Somehow, he found a secret trap door in the floor, opened it without me seeing him do so, jumped in and closed the door without me seeing him do so and escaped.
Except the floor was solid concrete. Everything was solid. Solid walls, ceiling and floor, and there were no windows. And he didn't leave the way he came in, that's for sure.
I remember actually getting on my knees and touching the old gray painted concrete floor, looking for a signs of a trap door, because, my logical brain REQUIRED me to provide an answer as to where the man went and how he disappeared because people just do not disappear into thin air. But I couldn't find a break in the floor, or any hinges or signs of anything other than cold, solid concrete.
I bet I had a stupid look on my face the whole rest of that night. One of disbelief. I was never scared about what happened at all, just utterly confused. What happened? What did I see? Who was that person and where the HELL did he go? My left brain was not amused and just wanted to forget the whole thing.
And here is where my skeptical side really shines through: My logical side still liked the trap door in a solid concrete floor idea the best and proclaimed it the most reasonable explanation as to what had occurred, no matter what. My left brain insisted that a disappearing trap door in concrete was a far better explanation for what I saw than anything that had to do with disappearing people. My left brain, still, after 20 years is quite happy with the trap door idea, as ridiculous and impossible as the idea of a trap door in solid concrete can be.
The next day after this occurred, I sought out others in the building to share my story. Some had seen a similar figure from a distance and others had felt a presence occasionally. We all had heard rumors of haunting, but nothing specific. It wasn't until the next week when my friend Jenny was unloading a kiln that I could compare details to what I saw. Jenny was bending, stooping and removing pots when between one bend and the next, a strange man was standing right in front of the pot rack and suprised her. Startled, she too, asked, "Who are you?" And then, he disappeared into thin air. Again, having no where to disappear to, in the regular sense. We compared notes and it seemed to be the same person, with the long dark hair and wearing dungarees.
I remember talking to a student journalist who worked at the school paper about what had happened. He came over to interview me and a couple of others who had seen the man in dungarees. He took notes and photos and asked a few questions. But I never saw anything in the paper and one day I saw the journalist at the student union and asked him why the story never ran.
He said because there wasn't any conflict or controversy to report about it, so that effectively negated its newsworthiness, and besides, no one, especially his skeptical editor, believed in spirits or ghosts anyway. The newspaper needed to retain its serious and newsworthy reputation you see.
Reporting stories such as this one, even though the entire art department was buzzing about sightings of the strange man, would...simply be..., well, illogical.
Have you heard about orb photos? My friend Joy gets them amazingly often. Most of the time she is taking photographs of her daughter whom she believes is surrounded by a special energy, or spirits.
There are some photographers and paranormal investigators concentrating on this increasingly common phenomenon with experiments. Some of the best experiments are done with many multiple cameras and photographers from multiple views. The data is fascinating from these experiments. You can say "Its dust" but how do you explain when its in one shot and not the next? Or from one photographer and the same spot in the same place by a different photographer standing right next to him? You can say "Its a dirty lens", but photos in succession prove that theory wrong too.
As many photos as I have taken I have never to my knowledge taken an orb photo.
Until yesterday, perhaps.
I saw immediately on my lcd screen there was a ball of light in my image so I snapped another one before moving. It was gone in the next shot. Putting the images into photoshop I could see an additional less intense ball of light near the other.
Could it be sun glare? Well yes, I have to say that it could. But its why I took another shot immediately, to compare the two.
Its fun to think it might be something other than sun glare. I will keep looking and snapping and let you know if more show up.
Here is one more reason orb photos interest me. Back in about the year 2000 on a Saturday morning in Pennsylvania my daughter and I were in the kitchen making pancakes. Suddenly, a bright ball of light slowly floated in from the screen door and floated towards us. The ball of light "moved" my daughter's hand briefly (she was about to measure salt into a bowl) while we stood gaping at what was happening. It slowly then moved across the room and left out the other side. It was about the size of a very large grapefruit or small cantaloupe. It had no heat and its touch did not hurt Lauren's hand.
We blinked and looked at each other wondering what had just happened. Lauren asked me, "Mama, what WAS that?"
How the heck did I know??? But I didn't want Lauren to be fearful so I said the first thing that came to mind. "I think it was an angel, honey, wasn't it beautiful?"
Lauren still vividly remembers that glowing ball of energy and we talk about it often. Too bad we didn't get a photo of THAT!
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