We who believe in ghosts need to consider the various ways they might appear. I’ve thought that ghosts of those who’ve passed from this world to another couldn’t show up in their clothed bodies. It’s more a spiritual thing. Rather they would hover as a disruption in time and space. Perhaps make a quivery mass. On the other hand, perhaps it is the brain of the viewer that creates a form for what they perceive as the ghost of a loved one. We would expect them to be in their worldly bodies, so that’s what we see when their presence is sensed.
After a while the entire idea gets very complicated when we take it apart. Perhaps it’s just best to accept the idea if we believe, and let our minds create what they must to deal with it.
If you watch the television show Fringe, then you know something about alternate universes and how they are perceived. I’ve always sensed something beyond the realm in which I live, and considered that there are those who exist in other dimensions. I’ve always thought of them as shadow people. Those who occasionally can be seen and talked to. Today, scientists have proven that alternate universes could and probably do exist. That opens up a ‘whole nother’ possibility. My shadow people could be real after all.
I bring all this up because Halloween is just around the corner, and that’s the time of the year when the idea of ghosts, goblins, demons and the like come to the fore.
Now, for a little ghost story. My Dad and my hubby never got along. They didn’t fight or anything, they just squared off when both were in the room at the same time. Body language was enough to send the message. Don’t mess with me. My father died when he was just 61, and a few years later, I was lying in bed one night when I sensed a presence that wasn’t exactly happy. My dad and I were very close, I was Daddy’s girl, but we had been separated for six months before he died by a personal family issue that doesn’t play a part in my ghost story. It’s enough to say he and I weren’t happy with each other and I hadn’t seen him for that length of time.
Back to my lying in bed. I heard a noise downstairs, something falling to the floor. In the darkness, I turned over to stare at the open bedroom door and into the hallway that led to the steps down into the living room. We live in the country and I never worry about intruders.
I had one, though, in the form of a great circle of shimmering darkness, if it’s possible for darkness to glow. I sensed anger and disappointment and shuddered in the warmth of the summer night. And further, knew without doubt that it was the spirit of Daddy. He remained for several long seconds before slipping away. Later, I felt as if I had awakened from a dream, yet the incident and my emotions seemed absolutely and positively real.
The next morning, still shaken by the experience, I dressed and went downstairs. Lying in the center of the living room on its face was a photo. With trembling fingers I picked it up and stared for a long while at the face of my husband before setting the picture back in place. At the time I had a wall shelf holding framed photographs. There was only one way that photo could’ve been in the center of the room, too far from the shelf to have simply fallen. And that was someone put it there deliberately. I’ve always believed my dad had a firm message for me and that was directed at hubby. “I still don’t like him.” In later experiences, we made up and have enjoyed visits in my dreams, which is a tale for another time.
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