The Orb of Enlightenment

Medwt36047 With so many skeptics and atheists placing doubt all over the world, it is difficult at times to keep faith. When you see spirits and have visions, your faith is enhanced — but visions and spirits do not assure you there is an afterlife, just that there are spirits and psychic ability.

Being blessed with having seen the veil open up has given me the gift of “knowing,” the gift of enlightenment.

The date was August 31st, 2001. My grandmother and I really did not get along very well. I was the black sheep of the family for being a free spirit. I routinely checked in with my grandmother to see how she is doing. From time to time her red blood cells go low and she has to go to the hospital for a transfusion. My grandmother had a form of living leukemia.

I had called my grandmother a few days in a row and there was no answer. I called the hospital to see if she was admitted for a transfusion and her doctor immediately came to the phone. He told me he could not get a hold of the contact person and if I am family to come to the hospital, my grandmother was in serious condition. Her red blood cells were decreasing and she wasn’t expected to make it.

I rushed over to the hospital and called my mother who lived in Texas. It would be at least 24 hours before she could get there. I wasn’t sure she would make it in time. So I made arrangements for my children and sat with my grandmother.

She was in a lot of pain but quite lucid. We talked for a while and she slept for a while. It was getting close to midnight, the doctor wanted to give my grandmother a high dose of pain meds so she would sleep through the night, but my grandmother wanted to wait until my mother showed up because she didn’t believe she would make it through the night…

The doctor and I convinced my grandmother to take the meds. We really didn’t know when my mother would show up — she was not too reliable at times.

We turned the lights down and made my grandmother comfortable. I sat by her side praying my mother would make it.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a dim light. The strange movement caught my attention and I focused on it for a while. It was perfectly round and was floating around the room becoming brighter and brighter.

The orb parked itself against the wall on the other side of my grandmother’s bed and stretched from the ceiling to the floor in a straight glowing line. I watched in amazement as shadow people stepped through what I am guessing was a break in the veil and gathered around my grandmother’s bed.

I woke my grandmother and told her to look around — her friends had come for her. I didn’t know if she would think I was nuts, but I could only hope she could see what I was seeing. She did.

We both sat crying as more and more shadow people came walking out. I held my grandmother’s hand and she fell asleep.

The light turned on and the people disappeared along with the orb light in the wall. My mother made it! My grandmother woke up immediately to the sound of her voice and they hugged.

When they broke their embrace I kissed my grandmother and looked her in the eyes knowing I would not see her again in this realm. We shared a wonderful experience together, one that my mother would never believe nor understand.

My grandmother died early the next morning. September 1st, 2001.

For a bereavement holiday my mother, eldest daughter and myself went to New York City ten days later. September 11th, 2001.

6 thoughts on “The Orb of Enlightenment

  1. gypsy

    Hello Heidi,
    I hear what you are saying, I too was in New York when the towers fell. It is something you just don’t get over.
    Thank you for your comment

  2. Fran

    Hi Maryanne,
    I think it’s so awesome to know that when our loved ones cross over, they never really leave us. It’s a comfort to me to also know that all I really need to do is just think about a loved one, and they’ll be around in a heartbeat!
    I’m glad you got to share that experience with your grandfather. I adored my paternal grandparents, and I’m grateful for every memory I have of them.
    Sending you love & hugs,

  3. Psychic Maryanne Ext. 9146

    Hi, Fran,
    Perhaps it has something to do with Mediterranean heritage—-my paternal grandmother passed away the year before I was born, but I was very close to my paternal grandfather. Somehow I reminded him of her, and all reports from my relatives were that my grandparents’ marriage had been a true love story. On my 12th birthday, my Mother took me to visit my grandfather, who was in his 90’s by then. He was taking his usual aftern lunch nap and seemed to be napping longer than usual. I was very excited to see him, so I peeked into his room sometime after he should have been up from his nap.
    He asked me to come closer to the chair next to his bed and told me he was so glad “the two of us could finally meet” and gestured toward the chair. Of course, being 12, I told him there wasn’t anyone there. He said, “Oh, darling, you can’t see her”. He passed away that afternoon without ever getting up from his after lunch nap. Apparently my grandmother had come to guide him home.
    Ext. 9146

  4. Heidi Kentwood

    I experienced the depth of tragedy of 9-11. I was in NYC that day. A comfort that your grandmother was not around to witness it. This story is beautiful, heartfelt and eye-opening. I have never experienced this orb-like vision. My grandmother knew she was dying because her mother appeared to her in a dream and she hadn’t dreamed of her mother since the liberation from Auschwitz.

  5. Fran

    Dear Gypsy Garcia,
    I’m so sorry for your loss. How blessed your grandmother was to have you by her side, and then to be able to see her daughter one last time. And how blessed you were that you could see the beautiful souls who were going to accompany on her journey home.
    In 1998, my mother went to visit her family in Italy. My uncle was very ill, and would not survive. When he was bedridden, my aunt went to sit in a chair by his bedside. My uncle told her not to sit there because the baby was sitting in that chair. My aunt and uncle had twins, a boy and a girl, and at 6 months old, their little girl passed away. My cousin, who was at that time was 31 years old, (and always had psychic abilities but chose to push them aside), told his mother that yes, his sister was sitting there….he could see her. In the next few days before his death, my uncle was visited by several other of his close relatives who had gone on before him, and my cousin saw all of them.
    It’s comforting to know that when our time comes, there are loved ones waiting for us, to keep us company as we get ready to go “home.”
    Thanks for a wonderful article.


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