April 29, 2010
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Growing up in the 50’s and 60’s, the lure of the spirit world was not as significant as it is today. Séances and people communicating with those who have “crossed over” were associated with crazy gypsy women in wildly colored scarves and big hoop earrings scamming gullible, naïve ladies out of their life’s savings.
Casper, the Friendly Ghost, aired as a cartoon, featuring a little boy ghost who worked hard to dispel the image of scary, threatening spirits. As a child, I was comforted by that idea. I began to consider that, if there really were ghosts, maybe they weren’t so bad after all. This may be when I started filing my ghost data in the back of my mind.
It just seems that in the course of my life, I have felt, rather than seen, SOMETHING. There would be the cool spot in a ninety degree room or the soft, feather light touch of something on my cheek, the missing keys that mysteriously turn up where you looked just five minutes ago, the overwhelming sense of peace that comes over you for a moment, the faint scent of flowers in a hardware store, the instant solving of an impossible crossword puzzle definition, the fleeting glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye, the flush of a toilet in an empty bathroom, the creaking footfalls on the stairs when you are alone in the house. Some chalk these things up to a vivid imagination, coincidence, ignorance, or even insanity. I’m not too well known for my uncanny ability to mimic Stephen King or James Cameron, only so many things can be chalked up to coincidence, I have a pretty open, rational mind that would belie ignorance, and though I don’t have the paperwork to prove it, I feel fairly confident in my sanity.
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