COLORED ORBS-WHAT DO THEY MEAN?

As with many of my blogs I write each week inspiration comes to me in many forms. I may be an article I have read about a recent particular event that has paranormal implications, something I have experienced concerning an supernatural episode that I have documented in the past 5 years or something that has recently occurred in my everyday paranormal life.

Such is the case with this blog on colored orbs. As recently as of 2 days ago (this post originally posted on December 27, 2013) I had an unusual thing happen to me at my brother's house on Christmas day. I'll get to that in a minute.

One of my most popular blogs with readers has been the one I wrote about ORBS.  Now as I continue this post I want to make this clear to everyone. This is a very sore and cantankerous point for some people in the paranormal community. (Indeed when posting anything related to orbs I have personally found it can bring out the most nasty, visceral comments, and name calling from otherwise nice people). There is no scientific proof to validate the theories that orbs exist or are ghosts, spirits or spiritual in nature. Bur, many of you my dear readers were kind and shared your stories about them and how they came into your lives.

With the invention of digital equipment, especially the digital camera, the proliferation of photos capturing the evidence of this phenomena is staggering. There is no doubt that this is not a new thing-there has probably always been the presence of orbs seen on older styles of photography but people didn't know what they were looking at. If you did see white circles on black and white photography you'd thought it was a error with the camera: glare, flare, dust on lens or water spotting when the negative and photos were being developed. And that's a possibility too.  One thing is evident to me now as a photo-restoration artist (for over 35 years) who has literary retouched and restored thousands of photos from the 1850's to present, I saw orbs on the photographs and did not know what they were until I started watching shows on the paranormal. I plea guilty (as I now realize) I retouched OUT orbs in old photos-thinking them defects. There is a big difference from what is a dust spot, a chemical stain from processing and an orb.  I know different now.

Old sepia photo of girl with doll and orb?

What I am constantly learning about the paranormal is- what I don't know-so I am always fascinated by the turn of events of new evidence of just how varied and unique the paranormal is. 

Colored Orbs? They have meaning?!

I learned of these while at my deceased friend's house back in 2009 and the subject of my now published book, Estate of Horror.  For more information on my book and where to buy it check out my website www.estateofhorror.com. While at my friend's house we saw white, gold and black orbs. I wasn't even sure what I was seeing but research now verifies that these can exist. Also that the color of the orb means certain things.

Then in 2012 when we were filming our book trailer at my house, we unexpectedly captured Transparent, White, Medium Blue and Red Orbs outside my house on camera.

Notice that there is a large almost Clear Orb over the dormer window.

Bill, our director, did not see the Light Blue Orb while filming the inside shots for the trailer. It showed up later on our still photos.

Getting back to what happened on Christmas day 2013, my nephew snapped some photos with his cell phone of the family gathering and one caught our eye when he posted it up on Facebook. There we are at my brother's house and in the kitchen getting dessert ready. My back is to the camera as is my daughter-in-law's and son is in profile. Another nephew's face is obscured by one of the low hanging lamps over the kitchen island and they are both giving off glare. But something else is there. On my black sweater is a Greenish Orb. My nephew who took the photo was blown away!

So what do the colors mean? I did some research on Google and here is what I found.
The colors of orbs are assigned various meanings that have become the accepted norm within the paranormal community. These include almost every color of the rainbow. The orb colors have been assigned an emotional attribute instead of a stage of life or some other characteristic driving the determination of color designation.
These include, but aren't limited to:
*Black: Malevolent
Blue (dark): Shy spirit
*Blue (light): Tranquil, peace
*Blue (medium): Protection
Brown: Danger or earthbound
*Gold: Angelic, unconditional love
*Green: Healing orb or spirit
Lavender: Messenger from God
Orange: Protection, forgiveness
Peach: Spirit sent to comfort you
Pink: Accepting spirit
Purple: Orb of information
*Red: Anger or passion
Silver: Messenger
Violet: Guide for spiritual matters
*White: Protection of holy light and power* 
*Clear: sign that an entity is trying to communicate with you. The spirit may be trying to let the living know that some kind of significant event happened in that location, and that the spirit wants help to move on.
Yellow: Warning

FYI *orb descriptions with stars are the ones we have personally experienced.

Do Auras Influence Orb Color?
Some researchers theorize that if an orb is that of a deceased person then the color is dictated by the aura of the person's soul in its disembodied form. Other paranormal and supernatural investigators espouse the idea that angelic energy creates gold and purple orbs. (Think back, if you ever known someone who was truly mean, hateful with no sense of moral conscience I am sure their accompanying auras would not give off anything but a dark or negative energy that represent that person's black soul.)

There's no proof that the various definitions of what each color represents or signifies is true. BUT anyone who has seen orbs with their own eyes and experienced paranormal activity associated with it knows these are a real phenomenon and need to be researched not ignored or dismissed as invalid.

It is within us who have witnessed neutral or colored orbs to draw our own conclusions and meanings. For me, I would like to think that my recently deceased mother and father (who died 3 years ago) were the spirits, represented by the green orb on my sweater on Christmas day, joining in and celebrating the holiday with their family. 

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THE SPIRIT OF SHACKAMAXON

It was with great sadness when I learned in December 2013 of the passing of one of my dad's dearest friends, Bob Martin of Roanoke, Virginia. Bob and my dad met when they were cadets in training in North Carolina to fly on a B-24 during WW 2.
They continued their training in Omaha, Nebraska and then were sent to Tucson, Arizona where they met the rest of the 10-member crew to train together and get ready to assemble and fly overseas on their B-24, called the Shacksmaxon.


Bob was the last living member of that daring 10-member crew.

I once asked my dad about the name of their plane and he told me he was the one who came up with it.
For those of you unfamiliar with the name Shackamaxon here's a brief history on it's origin.
Shackamaxon or Shakamaxon was a historic village along the Delaware River inhabited by Delaware (Lenape)Indians in North America. It was located within what are now the borders of the city of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. From the Lenape term Sakimauchheen Ing (pronounced Sak-i-mauch-heen Ing) which means “to make a chief or king place”; called “Shackamaxon” by the English, Dutch, and Swedes. It's where the Lenapi "crowned" their many family sakima (chief) or their three clan kitakima (big or clan chief) of the Lenape Nation. It is now modern Frankford-Kensington, Philadelphia, and there is a monument marking its relative location.

In 1682 William Penn reportedly signed a peace treaty with the leaders of the Delaware village under an ancient elm tree.

In the 19th century, the territory of Shackamaxon was developed as part of Port Richmond, Fishtown, and Kensington sections of Philadelphia. Today there is a Shackamaxon Street in Philadelphia which runs through those neighborhoods. My dad grew up in South Philadelphia and had many friends that lived in those parts of Philadelphia. No doubt that name stuck in his memory and meant something special to my dad. As they flew a B-24 also known as the Liberator, the name Shackamaxon perhaps represented to the men who flew her that their plane would indeed help to liberate the people in Europe and establish or make a new "Chief's" place to replace the Nazi regime.

Tucson, Arizona was a very hot place to train as my dad would recall many years later. One of his favorite stories was that all the soldiers had to remember to shake out their boots in the morning in case scorpions had crawled into them during the night! (it seemed they liked the cool damp interior of army boots!)
                

Later in the summer of 1943 my dad, Bob along with the rest of the crew of the Shackamaxon flew to Europe and settled in a tent camp in a olive grove outside of Foggia, Italy where their air base was set up.(ironically the village of my dad's father's birth in 1894 and who came to the U.S. at the age of 4).

These young men answered the call to duty for their country as so many of their "Depression age" generation did.
What must have gone through their minds as they sailed far away to face a enemy bent on conquering the world by forcing an ideology of domination through tremendous terror, the destruction of entire villages, towns, cities and countries and the whole-sale murder of countless millions who stood in their way? What courage these young men, in their early twenties, had to leave their families, friends, jobs and in the case of my dad and Bob-their fiancée's- and knowing they may never see them again.

They were members of the 451st, 15th Air Force Bombardment Group that flew over Europe on bombing missions to destroy roads, bridges, train depots and oil fields to deprive the Nazi army and their allies of supplies. 

                               

On one of their 22 missions, on April 1945, with their landing gear shot out from underneath them, they were forced to crash land in Yugoslavia. 

Luckily, none of the 10 member crew suffered serious injuries and were rescued by Tito's underground army (who were allies of the west), kept safe until they were picked up by a rescue plane and returned to their air base.

Years later their pilot, Gates Christensen, told us at a 30 year reunion of the 451st,  that he never had a doubt that they would survive that day. He gave the crew a choice to either parachute out over enemy territory or stay with the plane. The crew unanimously voted to stay with the plane praying and trusting in his skill to land the plane safely. He said he did not feel alone in the cockpit but that something of divine nature was with him at the controls. Miracle? If they all died that day I wouldn't be here-so I'll go with that explanation.

            

But unfortunately the mighty B-24 Shackamaxon was left behind,another victim of Hitler's War but had survived intact to protect it's crew.

It wasn't long after that victory was declared in Europe on June 5th 1945 and soon after my dad and Bob with their mission accomplished, returned home to civilian life, married their sweethearts, ran successful business, raised families and each celebrated over 65 years of marriage before they passed away. These men lived lives of integrity, honesty and devotion to duty and we their descendants are so proud of them. No wonder they are called the greatest generation!

So on this Memorial Day and all other holidays honoring our service men and women, may we all remember those who cannot be with us especially those who have served our country and will never be coming home. Their spirits remain in our hearts and memories for all that they represented that was good in our lives and our country. May they all rest in peace in our Savior's loving embrace for all eternity.

To Shackamaxon and her crew who have flown into the history books I say, "Mission Accomplished! 

All of your crew is safely home!"

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