Sparkling Balls of Light
Red, blue and green balls of light, sparkling as if they had become electrified. I wondered if they were Christmas ornaments that had moments ago hung on my Christmas tree.
I made my way to the top of the stairs, the staircase that leads from the bottom floor to the second-floor hallway of my home. The man who beckoned me to join him on the second-floor landing was completely unfamiliar to me.
Rather than focus on his stature, or facial features, I was interested in the square, white, blank sign that he held in front of his chest. I wondered if I stared at it long enough a message would appear. I would soon discover that the message was to be so much more than I could ever imagine.
The man wiggled the blank ridged square until it became flimsy, it was now a white, piece of cloth. As he held the two top corners of the cloth and waved the bottom half at me, I understood he meant for me to take hold of the remaining two bottom corners. With the piece of cloth now outstretched, it was ready to receive the dozen or so red, blue and green balls of light that suddenly appeared hovering above it. Sparkling as if they had become electrified, I wondered if they were Christmas ornaments that had moments ago hung on my Christmas tree. Once the balls settled into the cloth, the man tied all four corners of the cloth together then slid the bundle through a wooden staff which he then rested on his shoulder, just as a hobo would do.
The walls of my home fade away as the man takes the lead, he begins walking and I quicken my pace until we are walking hand in hand. The image of a stationary freight train forms as we continue our walk. Thus far our walk together has been in silence, we make our way past one box car, then the another and another. Finally, I ask, “Where are we going?”, The man replies, “Just wait, and you will see”. Upon reaching a particular boxcar the man knocks on the sliding door. Someone or something inside slid the heavy metal door open far enough for us to enter. The man climbs up and turns to offer his hand, helping to pull me up into the dimly lit car.
Once inside, although the light level being extremely low, I could see three sets of eyes glimmering in the darkness at the far end of the car. I had no clue as to if the eyes belonged to animals or humans or some other type of beings. The man pulled the door shut and indicated to me that I was to be seated. As there were no chairs, I sat on the floor, I sat on the far end of the glowing sets of eyes.
The train began to move, I could feel the initial jerk of forward momentum, then a gentle sway and click as the train made its way along the tracks. The man whom I was traveling with stood in the middle of the boxcar, removed the bundle from his staff and gently placed it on the floor. Slowly, he untied the bundle that held the sparkling balls of light.
Spherical, softball sized lights are what I see as the cloth is gently unfurled. Half of the ball is white, well, it’s clear. The other half of the ball is blue. They all appear to be the same except for one, one ball stands apart from the others as it is the color yellow. Seven balls in total, six balls are the clear and blue, the seventh is completely yellow. Moving and rolling in sync with the motion of the train while staying on the confines of the cloth, these seven sparkling balls of light command my full attention.
I take my eyes off the sparkling balls and give them a moment to adjust to the very dim light in the boxcar. Still on the far side of the car are the three sets of glowing eyes, and now visible, faint silhouettes of human figures seated on the floor adjacent from the red glowing eyes. My traveling companion, the man who brought me here, picked up one of the blue spheres. He held it over his head, my eyes fixated on the ball, I was certain something was going to happen, then it did.
A white mist developed around the ball, the mist begins to orbit the ball, moving and picking up speed, providing its own momentum. Soon the orbiting mist completely encases the ball. Still swirling, as it picks ups speed it begins to throw off bright sparkles of light. Warm, yellow flecks of light are thrown from this spinning mist. The man still holding the orb which is growing significantly in size, moves to the middle of the boxcar and places the evolving orb on the floor and slowly steps away.
The swirling mist of energy that is throwing off random sparks of golden light is taking shape. It is morphing into a tree, a fruit tree loaded with fruit. The tree is aglow and bears a reddish purple, round type of fruit. I felt as if it was apple or pear fruit that adorned this tree now in the middle of a boxcar.
The man who opened the boxcar door for me waved us over to the tree and suggested we partake in the bounty of fruit, as did the other passengers. I watched as the other passengers ate the fruit while picking extra to enjoy later. It was suggested that I do the same. It left me wondering exactly how far I was to travel today.
I picked a piece of fruit and studied it intently. It looked to be a cross between an apple and a plum. I bit into the fruit, firm flesh and sweet, very pleasing is how I experienced it. I picked a half of dozen more pieces of fruit and stuffed them into my pockets.
The man who opened the boxcar door placed his hands in prayer position and slowly began retreating from the tree, the other passengers followed suit, I did the same. As we all gave thanks and stepped back from the tree we watched as the tree became transparent and turned back into a mist, collapsing in on itself becoming once again a round sphere. My traveling companion retrieves the orb and gently places it back with the others on the white cloth. He then proceeds to tie the corners of the cloth together and replace it onto the staff. He indicates that we are making ready to depart the train as he swings the staff over his shoulder.
As the train comes to a slow stop, I ready myself at the door, it seems the others will stay on the train. Once the man and I disembark I follow him to a platform which clearly resembles a train station. It is reminiscent of a small station, in a very small town, circa 1930.
Cordial greetings are exchanged between the Station Master and my traveling companion who offers the bundle of orbs to the man behind the counter. “Your package has arrived”, says the man I am with. The usual amount of paper work is signed dated and stamped. The unusual, sparkling balls of light are now in the hands of the Station Master. I wonder, who will receive them from here, who do they belong to and where will they go.
My traveling companion takes hold of my hand and says, “We must not delay”. He leads me out of the station to the train tracks where we stand and watch as a passenger train speeds past us. I see a man and a woman standing on the opposite side of the tracks. Their image becomes increasingly clear as the train speeds by, I can see them between each car.
Soon the individual cars are moving by so quickly they vanish, allowing me to see my fraternal Grandfather and my Grandmother. I want to run to them, to hug them, talk to them, but as I step forward my companion grabs onto the back of my shirt preventing me from reaching my beloved Grandparents.
After expressing my joy and sending feelings of heartfelt love across the unseen barrier that separates us, I ask them if they have a message they would like me to pass along. My Grandfather removed his felt Fedora hat that adorned his head, while my Grandmother spoke. She said, “We are at peace and we are together”. My Grandfather placed his hat back on his head. Their images begin to distort and are increasingly difficult to see. Before I lose view of them altogether, I cry out, “I love you!” The train continues to speed past as I am no longer able to see my Grandparents.
I was left wondering if my Grandparents had travelled a great distance to see me. Had we met somewhere in the middle? And what about those sparkling balls of light? The universe is mysterious and fascinating and I am blessed and eager to experience all of the gifts it has to offer.
Gale Stein
Clairvoyant Psychic Medium
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