Still and Silent: Unclear Figures Appear in the Crystal Ball
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This time I tried the crystal ball in daylight, and I didn't call on anyone. I just wanted to see what would come on its own. What came was a dark, cramped space, sloped walls and wooden beams, with still figures standing and crouching in the shadows. None of them moved. None of them had a face I could hold onto. I don't know who they are or where that place is, but something about it pulled at me, and I'm going back tomorrow.
October 27, 2024
Today, I spent some time with the crystal ball in daylight. It feels different, less intense than my nighttime sessions, easier to focus on technique without getting caught up in the energy around it. My goal was to see what, if anything, would come through on its own, without calling on the Lost Souls.
After a few minutes, shapes began to emerge in the crystal ball. At first, they were just shadows, faint and shifting, until they settled into a scene that felt somewhat familiar. It looked like a dark, enclosed space, with sloped walls and rough wooden beams just visible in the background. The ceiling seemed high in some places and low in others. A layer of dust hung in the air, catching what little light there was and reflecting it toward me.
Scattered through the space were a few shadowed figures, some standing against the slanted boards, others sitting or crouched in the darker corners. They were all still, either looking down or straight ahead, as though waiting. I tried to focus on their faces, hoping for even a hint of a feature, but everything stayed blurred. They shifted or faded each time I thought I’d caught a glimpse of an eye or a mouth.
As I kept looking, I saw that none of them moved at all, as if frozen in place. I wondered what kept them there, and what kept them so still, but the crystal ball offered nothing more, only silence.
I kept my focus on the figures, letting the shapes settle and fade, hoping more might come with time. I felt a strange pull to keep looking, as if the scene was trying to show me something, but the harder I looked, the hazier the details became. Eventually, the figures dissolved back into the glass, leaving me with nothing but my own reflection staring back.
I want to try again tomorrow, in the daytime, of course. Maybe, with more practice, the images will become clearer, the way my connection with the Lost Souls has slowly become clearer.
Arthur Mills
Arthur Mills served for more than two decades as an Army Intelligence Warrant Officer, specializing in piecing together what others missed: patterns, threats, enemy intent, and clandestine activity. He trained intelligence professionals, built threat models, and briefed commanders and world leaders on global threats and battlefield strategy. After retiring from the military, he moved into private investigation, focusing on missing persons, human trafficking, opposition research, and domestic terrorism. He holds a degree in Counter Terrorism Studies.
He has been writing books since 2006 and is an award-winning author. He publishes under his own name, though much of what he has written has appeared under pseudonyms. Readers may already know those titles without knowing they are his. The separation is intentional. His books invite readers to interpret what is hidden, and so does the way he publishes them.