This changed my life.

My wife and I were devastated after the loss of our son to liver disease, and I was having a difficult time handling the grief. After one particularly difficult day in May of 2020, the orbs started....in our house.

What you see is an unedited photo (in our cluttered kitchen) of one of the orbs that started to visit us. This particular one is from 6 June 2020. The experience started with one orb and grew to hundreds at a time.

The phenomena continued for over two years in multiple places: various states, many hotels, different homes. But I've come to be less compelled to figure out what the orbs are, than I am to understand their meaning.

I believe their initial purpose was to provide comfort to me and my wife that our son was still with us, that he was not gone forever but still a conscious presence that continued to exist....somewhere. It did give us comfort and hope. And I now understand that the ultimate purpose of the orbs was to wake me up spiritually. I have no doubt that they represent a dimension beyond what our limited physical senses can perceive.

For me, a left-brained highly organized and striclty regimented person, that realization was mind-blowing. My whole life, my Catholic schooling, my military and engineer training, had all led me to scoff at such things.

This blog, my book, and my podcast describe this awakening, and I decided to do this to help others who have been "confined", if you will, within their own dogmas. I want to help others take the steps to discover for themselves that there are some pretty wild things going on. And my hope is that it may help others with their own grief.