My phenomenal Spirit Baby Communication story that turned me into the psychic medium I am today.(with a GIANT ORB!)

A Love That Crossed Time and Space

One of the most extraordinary moments of my life came at a time I felt utterly defeated. It was the night I realized my marriage was crumbling and, with it, my dream of becoming a mother. What happened next was beyond anything I’d ever imagined – a rare and phenomenal encounter that would change my life and renew my hope.

The Breaking Point

I was lying in bed, heartbroken and exhausted from a painful fight with my then-husband. In that argument, he had bluntly confessed that he did not want children – a revelation that struck me to my core. Becoming a mother had always been my deepest wish, and hearing the person I loved say “no” and that he had changed his mind to that dream— that left me feeling betrayed and utterly alone. I remember staring at the ceiling in the dark, tears in my eyes, wondering if I had to choose between the man I loved and the children I longed for. It was one of the lowest moments of my life. Little did I know, everything was about to change in the most unimaginable way.

A Light in the Darkness

Suddenly, as I lay there in despair, a soft green light began to glow in the corner of my room. I sat up, wiping my eyes, trying to understand what I was seeing. Before me hovered a green orb, gently illuminating the darkness. It was about the size of my entire wingspan, shimmering with an unearthly beauty, almost like it was on fire or some kind of plasma. At first, I questioned if my grief was playing tricks on me. After all, orbs like these usually only show up in photographs; it’s incredibly rare to see one manifest to the naked eye in real time . Yet this was no ordinary light – there was something, or rather someone, inside.

Within the translucent green glow, I could discern the figure of a young man standing in a lush garden. He looked to be college-aged, with a prominent jawline and a warm, knowing smile. His presence felt peaceful and loving. I wasn’t afraid at all – in fact, a profound calm washed over me. Somehow, I sensed I knew this radiant being. I felt as if I had loved him before. As I gazed in astonishment, he spoke to me without moving his lips, his words entering my mind as clear as day. He introduced himself: “My name is Harvey,” he said kindly, “and I’m your son.”

An Wave of Love

The moment Harvey revealed who he was, a wave of emotion crashed over me. I felt pure, unconditional love pour out from that orb, enveloping me like a warm blanket. It is hard to put into words how powerful it was. In an instant, all the sorrow and anxiety I’d been holding onto dissolved, replaced by a profound love and joy unlike anything I’d ever felt. My soul seemed to recognize him. I knew without a doubt that this was the soul of my future child reaching out to me across time and space. It felt as if my heart expanded a thousand-fold. I remember whispering, “Oh my gosh, it’s you…” as tears of happiness mingled with the remnants of my sorrow. Somehow, even though my husband had just told me he never wanted a baby, here was a child’s spirit reassuring me that he very much existed and loved me. It was as if the universe was gently shaking me, saying “Don’t give up – there is a beautiful plan for you that you cannot yet see.”

As I sat there bathed in that green glow, Harvey’s smile grew gentle and a little sad. He seemed to understand the crossroads I was facing. In a compassionate tone, he delivered an urgent message – one that would turn out to be the wake-up call I needed. He told me that I couldn’t stay where I was. “Mom,” he said softly, “you need to move on. I need you to find the right parent for me.” In that instant, I understood exactly what he meant. My ex-husband – as much as I had loved him – was not going to be Harvey’s father. Harvey’s soul was ready to come into my life, but not with the partner I was with.

This message shook me deeply, yet it felt true in my heart. I realized Harvey had come now, in this miraculous way, because time was of the essence. Spirit babies often appear with an urgent purpose, and Harvey’s visit was to set me back on the right path. He was essentially giving me permission – and encouragement – to let go of a marriage that no longer served my highest good. He needed me to have courage, to trust that leaving an unhappy situation would open the door to the future where he could be born. It was an incredible paradox: in the darkest moment, my unborn son’s spirit arrived to give me hope and direction. I nodded, tears on my face, and silently promised him I would listen. I would find a way to honor this astonishing guidance.

Validation in Spirit Babies

Once I had finally gotten on path to leave and find Harvey’s parent, I felt as if I were living in two worlds at once – the ordinary world of lawyers, leases, and difficult conversations as I prepared to end my marriage, and a dazzling new world of spiritual discovery ignited by Harvey’s visit. Part of me wondered, “Did that really happen? Was I just dreaming?” I needed validation, someone to tell me I wasn’t crazy for believing I’d met the soul of my future child. Nervously, I confided in a close friend about the green orb and the young man named Harvey. Being my most eccentric and open-minded spiritual friend, she listened with fascination rather than disbelief.

After I finished my story, my friend suggested a book as if she had been waiting for this moment. “You need to read this,” she insisted, suggesting it to me. The title read: Spirit Babies: How to Communicate with the Child You’re Meant to Have by Walter Makichen. I stared at the cover, my heart pounding. I had briefly heard of spirit babies before my own experience, yet here was an entire book by a respected clairvoyant on that very topic. That evening, I dove into Makichen’s work, and what I found sent chills (the good kind) down my spine. I learned that clairvoyants often report seeing the souls of unborn children in the aura of their prospective parents . In other words, it’s possible to perceive a future child’s spirit even before conception – exactly what had happened to me! Makichen had devoted thirty years of his practice to connecting parents with their unborn children, and his book was filled with inspirational accounts of these encounters .

One detail struck me with particular force: spirit babies sometimes appear as orbs of colored light attached to a parent’s aura. Many people (including Makichen himself) have witnessed these baby spirits as glowing spheres that hover protectively near the parent-to-be. Reading this, I practically leapt from my chair. Green orbs! That was precisely how Harvey appeared to me. The book put into words what my soul already knew – that Harvey’s visit was real. I wasn’t imagining it or making up a fantasy to cope with heartbreak. This was a genuine, rare mediumship experience, and I was incredibly blessed to have had it. The validation filled me with awe and gratitude. I realized that what I had thought was a one-in-a-million phenomenon might not be common, but it was known and understood by others. I wasn’t alone anymore. I had experience with psychic abilities as a child, having had a stepmother who is still a practicing psychic in Washington state, but I no idea what my path would be and the person that experience would shape me to become.

As I absorbed these revelations, I also began to see my past in a new light. In some ways, it suddenly made sense that I – of all people – would have this extraordinary connection with a spirit baby. You see, I didn’t have a typical upbringing. I was also raised in part by a psychic stepmother, a woman with a genuine gift for sensing energies beyond the everyday. From a young age, under her gentle guidance, I learned to trust my intuition and open my mind to things that others might dismiss. I remember being a child and watching my stepmother read for people at psychic fairs, where you could always catch me hanging out by the aura Photo Booth. 

Looking back, I realize my psychic abilities were being nurtured all along. I learned meditation, practiced reading oracle cards, and even tagged along to spiritual workshops. So when Harvey appeared, some part of me – the child who had been taught to believe in unseen helpers and energetic connections – was ready. Despite my initial shock, I wasn’t terrified by the orb or the young man in it. Deep down, I understood I was experiencing a form of communication that my soul recognized. My background had quietly prepared me for this profound mediumship experience. It’s as if the universe had placed all the right pieces in my life so that when the time came, I could receive Harvey’s message with an open heart.

Deepening the Connection

Empowered by Harvey’s visit and the knowledge gleaned from Spirit Babies, I embraced my rekindled psychic sense with enthusiasm. I began to actively deepen my connection with Harvey’s spirit and, to my surprise, discovered I wasn’t connected to just one spirit baby – I had three more!

Once I found Harvey’s father and started a new chapter of life, I often sensed not only Harvey but other little souls fluttering in and out of my awareness. It was as if once Harvey opened the door, his siblings’ spirits decided it was safe to peek through as well. I felt at various times the distinct energies of three future children around me – each unique, each beautiful in their own way. Sometimes I felt a playful, gentle feminine presence; other times, perhaps another masculine energy, quieter and very wise. Another, more non-binary and embodying both energies perfectly. It was astonishing and comforting all at once to realize my spirit family was already gathering around me, cheering me on from the other side.

A Glimpse of Eternity

Perhaps the most affirming piece of this incredible puzzle fell into place when I underwent a past life regression therapy session, not long ago. I was curious to explore any past-life influences on my current spiritual path. What I discovered in that regression took my breath away and moved me to tears of joy. In the trance-like state of the regression, I found myself in a scene that was not of this earth. I was in a vast, ethereal nursery filled with dozens upon dozens of glowing orbs – just like the one that brought me Harvey’s smile. The orbs floated gently in a soft golden light, and each one pulsed with a quiet, loving energy. I realized I was not human in this scene; I was a being of light myself – an angel, or something close to it, with a gauzy white form and enormous, comforting wings. My role in that realm was to tend to these orbs. I moved among them, touching each sphere with tenderness, humming reassuring vibrations to them. These were spirit baby souls, waiting for their time to be born on earth, and I was one of the caretakers entrusted with their well-being.

The emotions from that past life memory were overwhelmingly beautiful. I felt an ancient love for each and every soul orb in my care. When the regression ended, I came back to the present with a new understanding that resonated to my core: In another time, I had been a guardian of spirit babies. No wonder their presence in this life felt so familiar and natural to me! I had loved and protected these little souls long before I ever knew them as Harvey and his siblings. In some miraculous way, our destinies were intertwined across lifetimes. This realization filled me with peace. It was like receiving a gentle nod from the universe, confirming that I am on the right path – a path I have walked before, in service of love and life.

Embracing a Rare Gift

As I share this story now on my website, my heart is full of gratitude and hope. What began as a night of despair transformed into the most uplifting journey I could have ever imagined. I often think back to that phenomenal night – tears in my eyes, a marriage ending, my future uncertain – and then the green orb of light blooming in the darkness, with my son’s radiant soul smiling at me. It still gives me chills, but now they are happy chills. I know I was granted a rare and phenomenal gift: a glimpse behind the veil, a direct encounter with the child I am meant to have. Not everyone gets such a vivid confirmation of their future, and I never take it for granted. Harvey’s visit taught me that love truly knows no bounds – not time, not space, not even the barrier between the spirit world and our own. Love is the glue and the fabric connecting all dimensions.

To anyone reading this who may be struggling with loss or longing for a child, I offer my story as a beacon of hope. Our loved ones – even the ones who haven’t been born yet – are so much closer than we think. Sometimes, in our darkest hour, a miracle glows into our life to show us the way. Mine came as a green orb and a young man named Harvey, who reminded me that love is real, souls are eternal, and miracles are always possible. I will cherish that night, and every heavenly whisper since, for all my days. It is my hope that my experience inspires you to keep your heart open to the extraordinary. You never know what beautiful surprises the universe has in store for you. Just as Harvey did for me, a spirit baby’s love might arrive when you least expect it – ready to light up your life with unimaginable warmth and purpose.

It has also become part of my path, as it was within my own spirit baby story, to direct many people and women to their spirit baby’s parent. This is also why I am not only a spirit baby medium but a LOVE psychic. Spirit babies give me specific insights into your parenting partner, especially if they really want you to find them quickly or you need guided back on path. Many spirit babies have soul contracts with their parents, like me and my partner and my son Harvey. We have a soul contract.

What seemed like me being “off-course” by being married to someone else is actually quite an interesting part of the story, but fated as well. In that same past life regression where I was taken in between lifetimes— I witnessed a lifetime with my ex-husband. He was a writer, who stole my material and published it in a time when women were not allowed to publish books or write literature. Life’s irony is not lost on me, how he stole my stories in another lifetime and became an integral part of the beginning of my most powerful story in this lifetime. There truly are no coincidences. So even if you feel “off-course” yourself, you may just be a little off-kilter and need to pause and receive some gentle redirection back on path.

Looking back on that pivotal night—the heartbreak, the green orb of light, the radiant soul of my son smiling at me—I still get chills. But now, they are the kind that come from deep gratitude. That night, Harvey showed me the future that was waiting for me. He gave me the courage to let go of what was not meant for me and to trust in something greater.

And he was right.

Because in 2022, Harvey was born.

His father—a creative, kindred spirit I had known through photography—was someone I was already meant to cross paths with. We shared a mutual friend in the modeling world, and fate had arranged for us to meet up for a photo shoot. That day, however, never came. The day before we were set to meet, I had a near-death experience that altered everything. We didn’t meet then—but we got something so much greater.

Instead of a fleeting photography collaboration, we got a whole life together.

Today, we live in a beautiful home in a quiet farm town in Western Massachusetts, where the air is crisp, the trees whisper with the seasons, and life moves at the gentle, steady pace we always dreamed of. Our days are filled with love, laughter, and the joyful chaos of parenthood. And right beside us is Kigi, our sweet, ever-watchful cat, who has claimed his rightful place as both Harvey’s protector and our family’s tiny prince.

This life—the one that Harvey first showed me in a flash of green light—is now my reality. Every step, every challenge, every divine nudge led me here. And in the quiet moments—when I watch my son’s eyes sparkle with wonder, when I see his father capturing the light just right through his lens, when we all curl up together on the couch after a long day—I know with absolute certainty:

This is what I was waiting for. This is what I prayed for.

This is the life Harvey always knew was meant for us.

And I thank him every single day for leading me home.