In Solving the Communion Enigma, I mention that I was experiencing a powerful sense of my mother’s presence while in a back yard at an evening party. Somebody noticed the expression on my face, and took this photograph. I am facing toward the source of the feeling that she was there. In the darkness there are some large trees. Nobody, including the photographer, saw the small light that appears in the picture, just where I felt her presence. With me is Constance Clear, a psychologist who had a group for close encounter witnesses, who died tragically a few years later.
In the second photo, I am still facing in the direction of the object and still deeply in communication with my mother. The orb has now grown dimmer and is moving away. A moment later, I felt that she had gone.