Glowing Tulip

[Kind of Blue]

My Mother-in-law passed away on the 14th of August. G, my sister-in-law, who's visiting us, nursed her for the past year. G had many interesting things to share about the transition phase that she hadn't previously. She knew when it was over, Mom, would be all right on the other side. But still, for the past month, she's been calling to her, "Mom, please visit me." My husband has had 2 visits from Mom, a day before she passed and a few days after we returned from the funeral - but nothing like this. G gave me permission to share these photos with you all, just in case anyone has a rational explanation and just to share with those of like-minds :)

Last week, G got a delivery of flowers from a Marine family. I mention the kind of family because the tulips delivered were specifically scarlet and gold, Marine colors, to honor my MIL and late FIL service to the Corps. The card read something like, "After it's now finished, these flowers are just for you." She put the flowers in a vase and forgot about them. The next day, about mid-morning, she got out of bed and walked into the main room and noticed one of the tulips was just glowing almost a hot white. She couldn't believe her eyes and observed it for a while. She thought the sun was casting a ray on it, but the whole room was diffused and she couldn't find a light source. She says it seemed as though someone just stuck a light bulb in it. She grabbed her cell phone and snapped the first picture, then moved around the vase slightly and snapped 2 more.

Still, the light was coming from that one flower and casting its light on only its immediate neighbors. I asked G if the cell has a flash, it's an iPhone and has no flash, she says, and it captured the flower exactly as she saw it.



Here is the bouquet opened up. I may be wrong but I think she says the flower is the one in the first row, 2nd from left. She took this one with a regular digital camera.

[Celebration]

1. wow, though I have no explanation

that is too cool!

The only other time I remember hearing something like this was in conjunction with people making and using Ormus, and someone said their flowers were like light bulbs.

I think something very mysterious is going on.

[Kind of Blue]

3. Thank you, Celebration!

Those exact words, "flowers were like light bulbs," is too relatable!!! I can't wait to look up Ormus later today. I'll tell her ASAP. :hug: :hug: :hug:

[WhiteTara]

2. What a beautiful gift she was given.

Do you think it is our fear that prevents us from accepting and delving into the miracle and mystery when it comes to us?

[Kind of Blue]

4. Yes, indeed a beauty!

My feeling is that for many of us, things like this are just too fantastic (hence fantasy-like) to believe unless it happens to you. I know that while it's happening, time feels suspended and there is no fear. I'm starting to think that the root of that particular fear is, in a sense, our automatic instinct for survival - fight or flight - kicking in when something unusual occurs. :hug: :hug: :hug:

[Celebration]

5. I think it is a matter of perception

It is funny, because my husband and I were having a discussion about this this morning. We are up at the river, and I saw a heron outside and began taking photos. Well, I can tell when something will make a good photo, mainly because of a bit of experience with photography. So some of my photo herons were normal, but some had the light a certain way, and the ripples in the water showed up in an unusual way, and so forth. To my husband these shots looked surreal, because he doesn't see such stuff when he looks at a heron. He liked the photos, but didn't think they looked "natural". He interprets a scene based on past experience with normal lighting on a heron, and he ignores the details.

So, I don't think it is always fear that prevents us from accepting miracles, but it is a failure of our perceptions not to notice them. I think it is ignorance rather than fear. A lot of people would not even notice a flower that looked like a light bulb, because that is not in their database of perceptions. But, the artist notices.