Aqua & Purple Angel Orbs & Seeing Spirits

Hello,

It has been a while!  I have been busy with the release of two of my erotica books but I had to share with you what has been happening on the spiritual front.  I have been seeing so much recently I had to talk about it on here.

Below I have included a video of activity I have been catching on camera.  I can see Orbs and spirit people.  When I was out yesterday I saw the large purple Spirt Orb, which can be seen on after the post in my bedroom on my friend at a meditation session and today outside.  I also saw a large pink Orb today while waiting for a taxi.

I am not sure what is going on.  Anyway take a look at the aqua coloured orb I caught in my bedroom last night on the video below.  Are these Angel Orbs?

Remember you can check out all of my Orb videos and Men In Black Spirit Videos on my Youtube Channel.

Plus read the next instalment of my own spiritual journey through my writing below.

Enjoy your evening!

Sara



Angel Orbs?

Aqua Orb

Large Purple Orb

Writing With Angels Part II

Chapter Two

It was around 5am on a cold dark winter morning.  At this time, I was around twenty-one and stuck in a dead end job.  My parents were going to Hull to retrieve my brother from University for the Christmas holidays and wanted an early start.  I hated being left alone and normally I would have got up to stop myself from having nightmares like I usually did but it was freezing and I was so sleepy I couldn’t move.

Foolishly, I believed our two dogs that naughtily jumped on my bed to seek refuge and a comfy bed to sleep on, would make me feel safe.  Feeling secure I drifted off to sleep giving the landing which was now lit, a quick glance to make sure all was well.

I must have been in that state between sleep and awake when I felt my eyes drift towards the stairs across the landing visible outside my bedroom.  I couldn’t see anyone but I knew someone was walking up the stairs and across the landing.  I could feel it.  Just a dream?  Well then why did my heart start to thud like an express train?  I held my breath as this person walked across the landing and in to the dark shadows of my bedroom.

The realization that someone was in my room was stark and unbearably strong even though I couldn’t see anything.  The dogs did not move or make a sound.  They would have barked if they could see an intruder.  Yet there was no doubt in my mind someone was in the room.  I screamed the words in my head, “Someone is in the room.”

I froze as I sensed this person approach the bed and walk down the side of it.  I was terrified.  What was going to happen next?  The presence appeared to kneel down beside me and I suddenly became aware of a person pressing against my arm and stroking my forehead.  My heart was ready to burst out of my chest and adrenaline took over.  The next thing I knew I was sitting up and screaming.  I searched the room with my eyes but the presence had disappeared. 

I can hear you suggesting sleep paralysis and for years I wondered if that was all it had been but now I know different.  I had another similar experience years later.  Waking suddenly one night I jumped out of bed and tried to run out of my bedroom convinced there were people standing in the room.  I couldn’t see them but once more I could sense their presence.  I actually bumped in to one as I left the room and felt a solid form against me.

My introduction to spiritual presence was to go a step further and actually make me wonder who and what exactly was around me.  It was 1995 and I was twenty-five years old and yes in another dead end job training to be a Legal Executive.  It was something I had foolishly persisted at because of the necessity of earning a wage to live when all I really wanted to do was to write and publish books.  I worked in a team doing Road Traffic Accident Claims in a firm of solicitors in Milton Keynes that no longer exists.  My team was made up of mostly men and what after started a friendly banter between us all turned in to a vicious attack and sexual harassment against me that led to an Industrial Tribunal.

Persecuted at work and unable to sort the problem out on my own despite exhausting every effort, I was forced to make a formal complaint at the request of one of the partners who could see what was happening.  The partners in the firm and human resources were behind me but there were some in the office who proved to be judgmental and dismissive of me as the investigation in to the situation progressed.  Those concerned where suspended and one of the three men continued his harassment of myself and one of the male partners.  This led to a hearing at an Industrial Tribunal with him trying to claim it was my fault.  The case was quickly thrown out and he was reprimanded for his falsehood.  I was under a tremendous amount of stress and my anxiety was almost overpowering.

I went for a massage at a beauty parlour and suddenly the lady giving my poor aching back some much needed care and attention, asked me if I was having nightmares and whether I was under a lot of stress.  Many beauty therapists I have come across can obtain a psychic connection with the person they are massaging.  I mentioned the sexual harassment situation and she nodded.  “Yes I thought something was wrong.  There is a cloaked person standing over you in spirit all the time.”

Now me being me, I took it to mean it was a negative spirit.  My self esteem was pretty low at the time and often still is.  Yep, you guessed it, childhood issues and a control freak husband, who thankfully I am no longer with.  I couldn’t possibly have imagined an Angel coming to stand next to me to help me through this bad time or to protect me.  No, I had to think it was some dark monster and I allowed my imagination to run away with me.  I think it was probably her use of the word cloaked that did it.

Can you imagine believing your every move was being watched by someone dark standing next to you?  It was like living inside an episode of Twin Peaks.  I will admit it, I was terrified.  So much so it inspired me to write a dark thriller about a woman stalked by a phantom called The Devil You Know.  It was the first book I had published and put in to print.

In 2010 whilst writing, Knight of Swords the paranormal activity around me was starting to heat up.  I remember sitting on the sofa watching TV one night after working on the novel when I was struck by another strong vision in my mind.  My character, Lord Nathan Valancourt, whose name was designed to be dramatic and very aristocratic in a Steampunk kind of way was sitting next to me.

This time he wasn’t wearing the high born Victorian man’s outfit but a black suit, white shirt and black tie.  Yep, just like a MIB.  What was even more strange, he had placed his arm around me and on his left hand he was wearing a gold band signifying a wedding ring.

At first I tried to dismiss the confusing vision as pure fantasy but it refused to go anywhere.  I even voiced my concern that perhaps I was losing my mind to my husband.  He told me I was just my imagination helping me to define my character and maybe he wanted to be married in the story.  That still didn’t explain the black suit.  Furthermore, there was no way I could make him married in the novel.  Not yet.  That would come in book three in the trilogy.

Every author will tell you that there comes a time when the character is so developed they will take on a life of their own and begin to dictate the story.  All the plans you made for the direction of the manuscript will go out the window.  You are no longer in charge.  It sounds strange but if you write you know you are on to a winner when it happens.  But Nathan was too vivid and frighteningly real to be just a character. 

This latest experience coincided with me seeing an increase of tiny blue lights around the house and outside.  Not long after that I was treated to another vision of my character one summer’s afternoon.  Only this time there was a twist.

I was beavering away working on the last part of the novel when I had the strange sensation someone was in the room despite being alone.  I quickly looked up expecting to find out I was wrong and either my daughter or husband had entered the dining room unawares.  But in my mind I saw Nathan once more.

He wasn’t in his Victorian outfit or the black suit but in a dressed down eighteenth century outfit with brown boots looking more Poldark than Dracula!  He stood in the doorway of the dining room where I worked smiling at me.  It was at this point I realised I wasn’t just seeing this in my mind but it was though I was also seeing an outline of it with my physical sight and the two were in perfect sync.

To my embarrassment I felt my cheeks warm.  I was actually blushing because he was smiling at me.  I wanted to giggle like a sixteen year old.  He had to be in his late teens and I have to say he was even more handsome than I had written him in the book.  He had raven black hair, blue eyes and a lean athletic physique, the kind of bloke you once every so often get to see and appreciate.

Nathan walked over to me, walking through the table to get to me in his ethereal form.  He cupped my face in his hands and raised it.  Then he kissed me.  At first I was afraid I was really losing it and taking developing my character a little too far.  But I felt my face lift and the brush of his lip against mine and I knew it was somehow real.  Who was Nathan really?  And what did he want from me?