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Originally posted by zeneagle:
Hi Christina,
I'm fine, sorta....Thank you for asking, tis appreciated.

The discarnate is NOT an orb, nor will it ever be an orb.
I have found that orbs are humans, just a bit confused or unwilling to leave home.

I have found discarnates are not human, but some kind of unpleasant THING. This one killed the lady in the picture. She ate like a horse, yet still lost all weight and died.

Most of the Haunts (for lack of better terminology- I was never a hunter like Ashley was/is) simply want recognition and conversation. When my knees were not shaking, I could and do still speak to the occasional lurking person. Not having a definite way to address them, I always treated them with respect and courtesy.

There was only one that didn't respond to me in any manner, the one pictured.

Because I seem to be able to converse with them, as I would an animal, what I was doing, casually, on the side, came to the attention of Scott Rogo, Raymond Bayless, David St.Clair and Dr. Thelma Moss and her Parapsychology Lab in UCLA.

They tested me in many manners, most of which I didn't understand, but they did. So, after the testings, they would take me with them on some off-the-wall midnight sojourn. They had equipment galore, cameras, sensors of all kinds, and got pictures of the orbs, large and small,inspecting the equipment. They were fascinating. Some had been in place so many years they didn't want to "go to the light" nor anything else. When that was suggested to them, they would leave so fast you couldn't get it on camera.

There is a small Toys-r-Us store in Los Angeles that our group visited. Nothing showed up on the cameras or other stuff though I was sitting there, talking to the old man that was in front of my knocking knees.
I was taught NOTHING, as the group wanted to catch the interaction between myself (the idiot who talked with air) and anything. I have held some fascinating conversations under stairs, in cellars, on roofs.

The odd thing about the entire time of working with them; the orbs(?) had information to give about crimes committed in OUR time, not theirs. The police would ask Dr. Moss to put the group in an area that was a bit spooky (to me, anyway) and send me out like a ghost-sensing dog, as the persons I talked to did not always turn up on the cameras.

So when the police began to use Dr. Moss's group on a regular basis, she decided enough was enough and refused to use us in that manner.
Personally, I was grateful.
I became accustomed to speaking and seeing them, but never became entirely comfortable with them. Also, at some times, I would shoot my mouth off at one of them, and all would leave the rude conversationalist. Deservedly.

It is very interesting, but I never had much courage, so am sure I missed a lot of it.

I still can't use a camera, as a blue bolt will go through any shot I try to take.

Not wanting to be involved in the group, since I really didn't know what I was doing, we left Los Angeles, only to come to an area (Colorado) that is far spookier. Figgers!LOL

Thats my only take on ghosts.
I still work on houses with children involved, as many of the orbs (which to me showed as people) because the ghosts have rather powerful anger when upset, such as a psychic source leaving them behind. I was once picked up and slammed down on a cross that my mother treasured, blessed by her pope. The cross shattered. My butt hurt, too. I was forced to the floor, and held there till my husband found me. He pulled me from the room. We were in the last stages of leaving that house, a very old very lovely painted lady. The resident was the lumberman who had built the house for his lady, only to be murdered by his rival for her hand.
Fasinating, but scared the whump outta me.
We moved to Colorado rather unthinkingly, onlyto hit the New Mexico border and have the whole thing start again.
Healinglove,
zeneagle

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Originally posted by Qwerty:
Does anyone agree that the window's contents do not seem the same in both pictures, e.g. the top left one?