Spirit in the ... something
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For this post, assume that ghosts and spirits are real if you don't already.
I wonder why and how a spirit chooses where it hangs out. Does it hang out where it's body is interred? If a ghost is emotional or psychic energy, it seems the body wouldn't have a whole lot to do with it. And in that case, explain why people expect to see ghosts in graveyards.
If ghosts are remnants of psychic energy, I would think it would be more likely to find one where someone died and released that energy so hospitals would theoretically be full of ghosts. You don't hear about that much except in reference to old abandoned hospitals.
Perhaps ghosts reside where the psychic energy was imprinted over a long period of time, so you'd expect to find ghosts in homes where supposedly a lot of them show up. I think it's interesting that some ghosts reportedly repeat the same action over and over, like walking down a certain stretch of hallway or sitting at a window looking out. Why would that be?
Other spirits are said to remain where something traumatic occurred - battlegrounds, crime scenes, awful things like that. If ghosts are self-aware, I feel the most sad for those spirits.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
As a teen, I used to bike up to a small local graveyard to spend some quiet time listening to the wind and the birds. I'd often sit near a couple who died in the 19th century, Anna and Gustav, who occupied a lovely corner of the place.
For several years I didn't visit, but I made it back about ten years ago. I searched and searched for my 'friends' but couldn't find their resting places, and that perplexed me. In a flash of brilliance (or something) I strode to the center of the graveyard, closed my eyes, and just relaxed. After a few moments, I silently asked Anna where she was; I then started walking , eyes straight ahead, and stopped when the time felt right. I looked down and there at my feet was Anna's headstone! The stranger thing is that it was a different Anna!!
I made a new friend that day.
My other story is one that left us feeling comforted in a weird way. It was the first Christmas about two weeks after my dad died; we had joked about decorating his urn for each season, so that day someone put a santa hat on it. In life he would have pretended to be gruff and grumpy about it, but would have (and did) wear it anyway. Shortly after his ashes donned the hat came a knocking on the wall where his bedroom was.
For real.
Someone grabbed the hat off of dad and we all loudly and laughingly apologized.
We've never heard that banging before, and we've never heard it again.
Boo.
For this post, assume that ghosts and spirits are real if you don't already.
I wonder why and how a spirit chooses where it hangs out. Does it hang out where it's body is interred? If a ghost is emotional or psychic energy, it seems the body wouldn't have a whole lot to do with it. And in that case, explain why people expect to see ghosts in graveyards.
If ghosts are remnants of psychic energy, I would think it would be more likely to find one where someone died and released that energy so hospitals would theoretically be full of ghosts. You don't hear about that much except in reference to old abandoned hospitals.
Perhaps ghosts reside where the psychic energy was imprinted over a long period of time, so you'd expect to find ghosts in homes where supposedly a lot of them show up. I think it's interesting that some ghosts reportedly repeat the same action over and over, like walking down a certain stretch of hallway or sitting at a window looking out. Why would that be?
Other spirits are said to remain where something traumatic occurred - battlegrounds, crime scenes, awful things like that. If ghosts are self-aware, I feel the most sad for those spirits.
Have you ever seen a ghost?
As a teen, I used to bike up to a small local graveyard to spend some quiet time listening to the wind and the birds. I'd often sit near a couple who died in the 19th century, Anna and Gustav, who occupied a lovely corner of the place.
For several years I didn't visit, but I made it back about ten years ago. I searched and searched for my 'friends' but couldn't find their resting places, and that perplexed me. In a flash of brilliance (or something) I strode to the center of the graveyard, closed my eyes, and just relaxed. After a few moments, I silently asked Anna where she was; I then started walking , eyes straight ahead, and stopped when the time felt right. I looked down and there at my feet was Anna's headstone! The stranger thing is that it was a different Anna!!
I made a new friend that day.
My other story is one that left us feeling comforted in a weird way. It was the first Christmas about two weeks after my dad died; we had joked about decorating his urn for each season, so that day someone put a santa hat on it. In life he would have pretended to be gruff and grumpy about it, but would have (and did) wear it anyway. Shortly after his ashes donned the hat came a knocking on the wall where his bedroom was.
For real.
Someone grabbed the hat off of dad and we all loudly and laughingly apologized.
We've never heard that banging before, and we've never heard it again.
Boo.
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