The Golden Orbs

The golden orbs have been appearing in the orchard. I can see them from my front porch. The image is one I found, not one that I took. My iPhone would not have been able to capture them at night. And besides, I do not feel a need to prove to anyone the gift that is happening to me in the present. On two consecutive nights, I interacted with them.

I experienced the orbs plenty of times in my childhood and early teen years, but that was when I was in that high-vibrational, altered state. You could say that back then the visitors would set the tone and invite me into their play. So imagine my surprise when just a few nights ago, I saw four of them flying through the tree branches, dipping into the grass, appearing, disappearing, merging into each other, until there was only one. Eventually, they must’ve pulled me into that same altered state because on the first night, I had no memory of it until the next day when I entered my contemplative time. It was then that the full memory of it popped in.

I am now practicing communion with them. The second night, I stepped out, all bundled up in the rainy cold. The orchard was so dark that I could only see the outline of the cherry trees. Behind them loomed the larger outline of the pines across the road. I spoke to them under my breath, “Where are you tonight? Hell, I would understand if you didn’t want to show up in the rain,” I chuckled, grateful that I didn’t have to answer to anyone about who it was that I was talking to.

Then, as if on queue, one bright golden orb rose into my view. It grew brighter and larger and just when I gasped with the thought that it might be heading straight for me, it quickly diminished into a tiny orb again. It must still be that I enter an altered state in this glorious contact. Because again, by the time I entered the threshold of my front door, I completely forgot that it happened. It’s how this sort of phenomenon works.

On the third night, they did not appear. Fair enough, I thought. I’m grateful that they decided to appear to me at all. I’m listening. Not making it into a story. I’m simply sharing it with you.

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Eileen is an author, mystic, songstress, and is actively listening, unpacking, and integrating the Divine codes within. After many numinous experiences, she receives guiding messages for our evolution in consciousness and is here to help others remember the inner cosmic highway within. She has been an invited speaker and facilitator on the topics of the Divine Feminine, evolving consciousness, and the deeper meaning of extraterrestrial, or inter-dimensional contact.

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