One person that I really enjoy talking to about supernatural events is my friend Morna. Remember her? She is the one that told me the story about Bud and Rat, but then later couldn’t remember any of the details. Well, nevertheless, she has other stories that also intrigue me and I thought I would tell a few of them. One day while canoeing on the Rideau Lakes she told me these two. They ain’t much but they are what they are.
About fourteen years ago Morna’s father died and Morna was struggling with the grief over her loss. As well, at the time she was stuck in a dead-end job with a boss that was half nuts and who was always tormenting her. At the time it seemed that none of her dreams or ambitions were coming true. Plus she had a whole basket full of worries concerning her extended family that were suffering everything from drug abuse to spousal abuse. To top it all off she felt powerless to do anything about it.
One day her depression was so bad that she couldn’t bring herself to go to work. Instead she decided to take a walk down by the lake. After a while she came to a park bench and sat down on it. Before long she started crying uncontrollably. After a few minutes she then heard a voice – a familiar voice. It was the voice of her dead father. The voice was loud and clear, just as if he were sitting next to her on the bench. And all it said was “Morna, whenever you don’t know what to do, play trump.”
And that is the story really. It goes on a bit more. She then went to her doctor for a bit of therapy; then decided to quit her job and enrol in university for her Masters degree; but no more supernatural events.
Comments:
It just occurred to me now that there is a similarity with this story and the one about my wife and Henrietta. In both cases they heard the voice of their dead loved one while crying over another problem. And in both cases the voice gives advice to guide and calm them. However, Morna’s ghost came during the middle of the day, and not even in a house but outside, which I think is rare.
Morna’s second story isn’t a ghost story, but a déjà vu story. When Morna was small her parents used to take the whole family on long car trips for the summer holidays – and I mean long. They would drive to Alaska or Labrador or, as in this case, Central America.
Along the way they stopped in a village in Mexico. They parked the car and began walking around the village like tourists do. At one point Morna all of a sudden had this sense of déjà vu. But unlike most cases, as with me, it wasn’t vague and sort of “I think this happened to me before,” but Morna knew where she was. She told her family she had been there before and was able to describe different parts of the village. She pointed down a street and said if they walked down the street and turned the corner they would find a large fountain in a plaza. So her family did as she said and sure enough there was the fountain just as she had said.
And again, that is all there is to the story. That is my only déjà vu story. I don’t have any thoughts or theories about this, but it is another bit of information for my collection.
Do you have any? I would love to hear them.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
The Men in the Bookstore
This week I’m going to tell sort of a fun story. It isn’t a story about the supernatural at all, because nothing happens that isn’t perfectly natural – that is, of this world. Yet I have never been able to explain what happened. I’m hoping someone out there might have some good ideas.
The event took place I believe around the summer of 1979. At the time I was browsing the shelves of the Place Bell Bookstore in Ottawa. I haven’t been there in years, but at the time it specialized in travel books, but it also had a very good collection of classic works of fiction. I couldn’t help noticing two men that were in the store. They seemed to be moving methodically through the fiction section and already had picked up quite a few books. As they got closer I could hear their conversation. Actually, it wasn’t a conversation at all, only one man was speaking. And this is essentially what he said:
“This book is Nineteen Eighty-four. It sold such-and-such million copies. It was written by George Orwell. He is the same author that wrote Animal Farm, which you read last week. You will enjoy it.”
The book was then placed in the arms of the other man along with his other books. The first man would then continue:
“This is A Tale of Two Cities. It sold such-and-such millions of copies. It was written by Charles Dickens. He is the same author that wrote Oliver Twist, which you read last week. You will enjoy it.”
And so this continued until the two men accumulated a mountain of books – let’s say 30 – and then took them to the cash to buy. As I recall I had paid for my books just before them. I had wanted to return afterwards to ask the cashier if he knew what was up with these guys, but then thought better of it for what ever reason. As usual, I now sort of regret that decision as I have never been able to come up with a satisfactory explanation of what happened that day.
The questions that need to be answered to explain this event are:
How is it that a person so keen on reading could have never of heard of any of these famous books and authors before?
If this was a foreign student or immigrant trying to learn English, or even a man recovering from a comma, what was the rush? Why did so many books have to be read each week, and why classic fiction? Wouldn’t the newspaper be just as good and more informative?
Is it even possible to read that many books in a week?
Why was it important to know how many books were sold?
If the man was learning English literature why would he only be told “you will enjoy it?” Wouldn’t some comment on its literary merit be expected?
Why was the other man taking him to the store to buy the books? Couldn’t the reader have got the books by himself? Wouldn’t a reading list and a library card have been good enough?
If they were aliens from another planet doing a crash course on human culture would they be doing this so conspicuously?
Any way folks, if you have an explanation I would love to hear it.
The event took place I believe around the summer of 1979. At the time I was browsing the shelves of the Place Bell Bookstore in Ottawa. I haven’t been there in years, but at the time it specialized in travel books, but it also had a very good collection of classic works of fiction. I couldn’t help noticing two men that were in the store. They seemed to be moving methodically through the fiction section and already had picked up quite a few books. As they got closer I could hear their conversation. Actually, it wasn’t a conversation at all, only one man was speaking. And this is essentially what he said:
“This book is Nineteen Eighty-four. It sold such-and-such million copies. It was written by George Orwell. He is the same author that wrote Animal Farm, which you read last week. You will enjoy it.”
The book was then placed in the arms of the other man along with his other books. The first man would then continue:
“This is A Tale of Two Cities. It sold such-and-such millions of copies. It was written by Charles Dickens. He is the same author that wrote Oliver Twist, which you read last week. You will enjoy it.”
And so this continued until the two men accumulated a mountain of books – let’s say 30 – and then took them to the cash to buy. As I recall I had paid for my books just before them. I had wanted to return afterwards to ask the cashier if he knew what was up with these guys, but then thought better of it for what ever reason. As usual, I now sort of regret that decision as I have never been able to come up with a satisfactory explanation of what happened that day.
The questions that need to be answered to explain this event are:
How is it that a person so keen on reading could have never of heard of any of these famous books and authors before?
If this was a foreign student or immigrant trying to learn English, or even a man recovering from a comma, what was the rush? Why did so many books have to be read each week, and why classic fiction? Wouldn’t the newspaper be just as good and more informative?
Is it even possible to read that many books in a week?
Why was it important to know how many books were sold?
If the man was learning English literature why would he only be told “you will enjoy it?” Wouldn’t some comment on its literary merit be expected?
Why was the other man taking him to the store to buy the books? Couldn’t the reader have got the books by himself? Wouldn’t a reading list and a library card have been good enough?
If they were aliens from another planet doing a crash course on human culture would they be doing this so conspicuously?
Any way folks, if you have an explanation I would love to hear it.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Really scary stuff: My ideas!
Intro:
There is going to be a bit of a change-up this week. I believe I have finished telling most of the significant stories in my collection. That is, stories that seem to have some sort of commonality, that happened to me, or that I think have credibility. After this it will be mostly curiosities, fun stories, or whatever stories.
This week I have decided to put forward some ideas that I have about the supernatural, for what ever its worth. And in turn I am going to open up the blog to comments. I’m still not getting many readers of Ectoplasm, so if I get comments from one or two readers I guess I will have to be satisfied.
My thoughts:
To begin, I’m not saying that I actually believe the following to be true. It is just sort of my working hypothesis. I have a handful of reoccurring facts and I’m trying to figure how they fit together.
I’m starting to wonder whether when people experience a supernatural event that the event is just localized. That is, something strange did happen to the person but what happened was only intended for that person. In essence reality shifted, but only briefly, and only in one place, and only for one person. Outsiders that are nearby may or may not notice something. In the stories of Tara and Henrietta, Mark and I only saw a light or felt being rubbed, but we didn’t take in the full event. And even in the case of my wife she only heard a voice. Was she also supposed to have seen Henrietta? When I was pushed down along the wickets in the bank it seemed that only I was aware of what had happened. No one else in the bank seemed to react. Rat was woken by bells in the middle of the night, but no one else. She saw only half of Terry’s ghost. Was she supposed to have seen his full body? The chap who saw the flying saucer saw it until he went to wake up his friends, then it was gone.
I think this idea makes sense because of the contradictions found with supernatural or inexplicable events. No one could ever make me believe that those events that happened to me didn’t really occur. It wasn’t just in my mind. Those papers from the windstorm were still on the floor the next morning. Something really did happen. Maybe some of the details have blurred over time, but the events occurred. But if someone else had been around during the windstorm in my bedroom, would they have seen the same thing? UFO stories demonstrate this best. A person sees a UFO, but the rest of the city doesn’t? How could that be? Yet the person is certain they saw a UFO. Possibly the UFO existed only for them. It also explains the irrational nature of UFO stories. Why would aliens come to our planet and just zoom into a city for a sixty second visit and then zoom out again? What was gained? Why risk being seen? Out-of-body/near-death experiences are another example. Anyone who has had this happen is absolutely convinced that what they experienced really did happen, yet other people that are around at the time usually report seeing something different at the time. Did the person hallucinate the event, or did they experience a different reality?
Another question I have is this: is it an outside force that is warping reality or is it the person experiencing the event? The person mourning the death of a loved one could be altering their own reality. Admittedly it is a weird idea, but on the other hand the idea of ghosts or spirits returning to Earth is just as unbelievable really.
I have this idea. There is really no basis to it at all; it just came to me in a dream once. And it just makes me wonder. The dream was very short. It probably lasted just ten or fifteen seconds. In it I was in another world, as in another universe or plain of existence. I was asked whether I was going to carry on with the test and I replied that I had decided to quit and not be tested anymore. And that was the dream. Not much was said, but much was understood. I understood in the dream that I was being tested on Earth – for what I do not know – and that I had abandoned this challenge, if you will; presumably a challenge for some sort of advancement in the other world. Now I think this dream was just a dream and nothing more than that. I don’t think really that I caught a glimpse into another world, but then again the idea is interesting. Ever since I have wondered whether possibly we simultaneous exist in two worlds: one on Earth and a second in … well I don’t know. It could be a spirit world, it could be a world in another dimension of space, I really can’t say. To surmise further, I wonder whether that self in the other world isn’t constantly interacting with the self in this world. People often believe that God or a guardian angel is constantly looking after them. Could it be that it is really just themselves in another plain of existence? And what if there are times when they interact with us, possibly preferably while we are asleep, that a ripple occurs in the fabric of reality. That reality warps just briefly as the two universes interact.
Thus when we say we saw a ghost, was it really a ghost, or was it just the way we in that the other world warped reality for us? True, if we in that other world can warp reality for ourselves then why not for other people? When we die in the physical world why not continue interacting with the living from this other world? I have no real answer for this. And how does this explain UFOs? A spaceship is a pretty big warp in reality. Do aliens also visit us this way? But are the UFOs really physical or just visual? Maybe we just create the appearance of them for unknown reasons. This could explain why UFOs are mostly a western phenomena.
Well clearly I’m just rambling here. But that is because there are still many pieces to this puzzle that do not fit, so I keep turning them around to see what happens.
If I haven’t bored you to death I would like to comment on one other aspect of the soul or spirit or what ever you call it. I have proof that the spirit must exist and I have proof that the spirit can’t exist. First, I don’t know about you but I have this minds eye that experiences life. Life doesn’t just happen; it is experienced by something else that sees my body as being some sort of extension. But how can that be because my brain is made up of only neurons that have electro-chemical discharges; one being fired by the other. It doesn’t matter how complex the circuitry of the mind is, in the end it is just synapses firing. There is nothing about our understanding of physical reality that can explain why one neuron firing in coordination with a million others should create a sense of existence. What makes all of the neurons firing in millions of locations of the brain at once create a singular experience. Therefore the unification of the mind is just an illusion. If you say yes, but it is millions of neurons firing, which makes it so much more complex. But what is it that is unifying them? It has to be something non-physical.
On the contrary, I know that a spirit can’t exist outside the physical world. We know this from brain injury studies. If a portion of a brain is damaged, that part of the mind, including the mind’s eye also disappears. If you sever a connection between two parts of a brain then so is the mind. There are no channels for communication through the spirit world to tie the disconnected halves back together. And as the mind slowly deteriorates so does the mind’s ability to perceive its own existence. If there is a spirit that can sense and think outside of the physical work then the loss of the physical mind shouldn’t affect it.
I have no resolution to this paradox, but I think it is important to resolve. But possibly the idea of the two selves in two worlds could be the key.
I have said enough for this week but will get back to these topics again later. I would enjoy hearing about your personal experiences with supernatural or inexplicable events, as well as your ideas on the topic.
There is going to be a bit of a change-up this week. I believe I have finished telling most of the significant stories in my collection. That is, stories that seem to have some sort of commonality, that happened to me, or that I think have credibility. After this it will be mostly curiosities, fun stories, or whatever stories.
This week I have decided to put forward some ideas that I have about the supernatural, for what ever its worth. And in turn I am going to open up the blog to comments. I’m still not getting many readers of Ectoplasm, so if I get comments from one or two readers I guess I will have to be satisfied.
My thoughts:
To begin, I’m not saying that I actually believe the following to be true. It is just sort of my working hypothesis. I have a handful of reoccurring facts and I’m trying to figure how they fit together.
I’m starting to wonder whether when people experience a supernatural event that the event is just localized. That is, something strange did happen to the person but what happened was only intended for that person. In essence reality shifted, but only briefly, and only in one place, and only for one person. Outsiders that are nearby may or may not notice something. In the stories of Tara and Henrietta, Mark and I only saw a light or felt being rubbed, but we didn’t take in the full event. And even in the case of my wife she only heard a voice. Was she also supposed to have seen Henrietta? When I was pushed down along the wickets in the bank it seemed that only I was aware of what had happened. No one else in the bank seemed to react. Rat was woken by bells in the middle of the night, but no one else. She saw only half of Terry’s ghost. Was she supposed to have seen his full body? The chap who saw the flying saucer saw it until he went to wake up his friends, then it was gone.
I think this idea makes sense because of the contradictions found with supernatural or inexplicable events. No one could ever make me believe that those events that happened to me didn’t really occur. It wasn’t just in my mind. Those papers from the windstorm were still on the floor the next morning. Something really did happen. Maybe some of the details have blurred over time, but the events occurred. But if someone else had been around during the windstorm in my bedroom, would they have seen the same thing? UFO stories demonstrate this best. A person sees a UFO, but the rest of the city doesn’t? How could that be? Yet the person is certain they saw a UFO. Possibly the UFO existed only for them. It also explains the irrational nature of UFO stories. Why would aliens come to our planet and just zoom into a city for a sixty second visit and then zoom out again? What was gained? Why risk being seen? Out-of-body/near-death experiences are another example. Anyone who has had this happen is absolutely convinced that what they experienced really did happen, yet other people that are around at the time usually report seeing something different at the time. Did the person hallucinate the event, or did they experience a different reality?
Another question I have is this: is it an outside force that is warping reality or is it the person experiencing the event? The person mourning the death of a loved one could be altering their own reality. Admittedly it is a weird idea, but on the other hand the idea of ghosts or spirits returning to Earth is just as unbelievable really.
I have this idea. There is really no basis to it at all; it just came to me in a dream once. And it just makes me wonder. The dream was very short. It probably lasted just ten or fifteen seconds. In it I was in another world, as in another universe or plain of existence. I was asked whether I was going to carry on with the test and I replied that I had decided to quit and not be tested anymore. And that was the dream. Not much was said, but much was understood. I understood in the dream that I was being tested on Earth – for what I do not know – and that I had abandoned this challenge, if you will; presumably a challenge for some sort of advancement in the other world. Now I think this dream was just a dream and nothing more than that. I don’t think really that I caught a glimpse into another world, but then again the idea is interesting. Ever since I have wondered whether possibly we simultaneous exist in two worlds: one on Earth and a second in … well I don’t know. It could be a spirit world, it could be a world in another dimension of space, I really can’t say. To surmise further, I wonder whether that self in the other world isn’t constantly interacting with the self in this world. People often believe that God or a guardian angel is constantly looking after them. Could it be that it is really just themselves in another plain of existence? And what if there are times when they interact with us, possibly preferably while we are asleep, that a ripple occurs in the fabric of reality. That reality warps just briefly as the two universes interact.
Thus when we say we saw a ghost, was it really a ghost, or was it just the way we in that the other world warped reality for us? True, if we in that other world can warp reality for ourselves then why not for other people? When we die in the physical world why not continue interacting with the living from this other world? I have no real answer for this. And how does this explain UFOs? A spaceship is a pretty big warp in reality. Do aliens also visit us this way? But are the UFOs really physical or just visual? Maybe we just create the appearance of them for unknown reasons. This could explain why UFOs are mostly a western phenomena.
Well clearly I’m just rambling here. But that is because there are still many pieces to this puzzle that do not fit, so I keep turning them around to see what happens.
If I haven’t bored you to death I would like to comment on one other aspect of the soul or spirit or what ever you call it. I have proof that the spirit must exist and I have proof that the spirit can’t exist. First, I don’t know about you but I have this minds eye that experiences life. Life doesn’t just happen; it is experienced by something else that sees my body as being some sort of extension. But how can that be because my brain is made up of only neurons that have electro-chemical discharges; one being fired by the other. It doesn’t matter how complex the circuitry of the mind is, in the end it is just synapses firing. There is nothing about our understanding of physical reality that can explain why one neuron firing in coordination with a million others should create a sense of existence. What makes all of the neurons firing in millions of locations of the brain at once create a singular experience. Therefore the unification of the mind is just an illusion. If you say yes, but it is millions of neurons firing, which makes it so much more complex. But what is it that is unifying them? It has to be something non-physical.
On the contrary, I know that a spirit can’t exist outside the physical world. We know this from brain injury studies. If a portion of a brain is damaged, that part of the mind, including the mind’s eye also disappears. If you sever a connection between two parts of a brain then so is the mind. There are no channels for communication through the spirit world to tie the disconnected halves back together. And as the mind slowly deteriorates so does the mind’s ability to perceive its own existence. If there is a spirit that can sense and think outside of the physical work then the loss of the physical mind shouldn’t affect it.
I have no resolution to this paradox, but I think it is important to resolve. But possibly the idea of the two selves in two worlds could be the key.
I have said enough for this week but will get back to these topics again later. I would enjoy hearing about your personal experiences with supernatural or inexplicable events, as well as your ideas on the topic.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Mark’s Ghost Story
Last week I mentioned my good friend Mark. Every once in a while I try to get him into a discussion about my interests in the supernatural. He usually will only accommodate me briefly before trying to change the topic. You see, even though he had the same realization about fate as I did, I believe for him it is more of a way of interpreting the world. I don’t think Mark really believes that there is some sort of fatalistic force that influences our lives, and he certainly doesn’t believe that God is controlling our lives.
On one occasion I asked Mark if he really had never had anything happen to him that struck him as supernatural. He admitted that yes in fact there had been but it didn’t interest him in the least. Mark is a scientist and to him the only things that interest him are things and events that can be studied by science. In his words “if you can’t kick it and if it doesn’t kick back I’m not interested in it.” The problem with studying the supernatural is that almost by definition it can’t be analysed scientifically. It doesn’t seem to involve forces and energy that are apart of our normal reality. That is why I like collecting stories. It isn’t science, but I think it gives you hints about what is going on. It is really the only think we have got. With this in mind I pushed Mark further: “Even if you aren’t interested in the supernatural, I am and I would like to hear your story.” And this is his story.
Mark had had this long on-again, off-again relationship with this woman, Tara, in Edmonton. He finally broke the romantic ties with her but remained a close friend and would visit her whenever he happened to be passing through town. On this one occasion he made a special trip up to visit Tara as she had recently lost her dog Fallah. Tara had been extremely close to Fallah and it was clear to Mark that Tara wasn’t handling the death well.
Now I guess I should point out that Tara believes she has the 3rd Eye and can see auras and ghosts. Apparently she once told Mark that I have one of the blackest auras she has ever seen. I think this is because I have a tendency to be cynical and sceptical – hard to believe, ain’t it folks? Tara would probably be one of the last people I would collect a story from about the supernatural because she strikes me as a person who needs to believe in things – anything. This I think makes her vulnerable to suggestion.
Now when Mark arrived at Tara’s house Tara told him that she had already been visited a couple of times by Fallah’s ghost. I don’t think Mark really believed this, but he had heard this sort of thing many times before from Tara and just considered it part of her persona, and so didn’t question her about it.
That evening Tara suffered another blue spell over the loss of her dog and had started crying. Mark sat her down on the couch, put his arm around her and tried to console her as much as possible. Then after a while Mark noticed a light in the corner of the room. It didn’t move but just seemed to light up that section of the room. Tara stopped crying and looked over towards the light. She asked Mark “Do you see that light over there?” Mark said he did and then Tara replied “That’s Fallah. He just came into the room.” Mark couldn’t see Fallah, just the light, but then all of sudden he felt something rub up against his legs just as if a dog had had squeezed passed him. The next moment Mark then saw Tara recline backwards into the couch, just as if a large dog had stood up and put its paws on Tara’s chest. Tara then started speaking to Fallah as she would have when he was alive. The dog however stayed only briefly and the next thing Mark noticed was the light had gone out in the corner of the room.
Comments
I find that this story has lots in common with the story about my wife hearing the voice of her dead friend Henrietta while I saw the red light in her eyes. In this case Tara saw the ghost and Mark saw a light in the corner of the room. Tara, the person the Ghost is visiting, is able to see the ghost, but Mark the bystander sees the light. Also, Mark and I were both acting to console the other over their loss. This story does differ in that Mark could actually feel the ghost. In fact I think this is my only story in which someone feels a ghost touch them. There is another difference in that the story doesn’t take place late at night after waking up. It did, though, happen in the evening, if that is worth anything.
Again, I like this story because it happened to two people so they can corroborate the event. Admittedly I would have never believed the story from Tara, but since Mark is such a sceptic, to me the story is worth gold. Ironically he still doesn’t really believe in ghosts.
Having said this I have to come clean about something. Once again I tried verifying the facts of this story and so contacted Mark about it. I was curious to find out if the light Mark saw was also red. To quote Mark “I don’t recall the colour of the light. In fact I don’t really recall the event at all. Although I don’t doubt it happened.” Yikes! I’m not doing very well here folks. It’s curious that similar to my friend Morna he couldn’t recall any of the detail, although didn’t deny the story. On one hand it seems clear that to my friends these stories don’t overly concern them and so they forget the details over time. The question is how much am I embellishing the stories purely because of my fascination for the stories? Am I subconsciously adding on to the stories in some way because they are always in the back of my mind? Obviously I made a big mistake in not documenting these stories when I first heard them.
On one occasion I asked Mark if he really had never had anything happen to him that struck him as supernatural. He admitted that yes in fact there had been but it didn’t interest him in the least. Mark is a scientist and to him the only things that interest him are things and events that can be studied by science. In his words “if you can’t kick it and if it doesn’t kick back I’m not interested in it.” The problem with studying the supernatural is that almost by definition it can’t be analysed scientifically. It doesn’t seem to involve forces and energy that are apart of our normal reality. That is why I like collecting stories. It isn’t science, but I think it gives you hints about what is going on. It is really the only think we have got. With this in mind I pushed Mark further: “Even if you aren’t interested in the supernatural, I am and I would like to hear your story.” And this is his story.
Mark had had this long on-again, off-again relationship with this woman, Tara, in Edmonton. He finally broke the romantic ties with her but remained a close friend and would visit her whenever he happened to be passing through town. On this one occasion he made a special trip up to visit Tara as she had recently lost her dog Fallah. Tara had been extremely close to Fallah and it was clear to Mark that Tara wasn’t handling the death well.
Now I guess I should point out that Tara believes she has the 3rd Eye and can see auras and ghosts. Apparently she once told Mark that I have one of the blackest auras she has ever seen. I think this is because I have a tendency to be cynical and sceptical – hard to believe, ain’t it folks? Tara would probably be one of the last people I would collect a story from about the supernatural because she strikes me as a person who needs to believe in things – anything. This I think makes her vulnerable to suggestion.
Now when Mark arrived at Tara’s house Tara told him that she had already been visited a couple of times by Fallah’s ghost. I don’t think Mark really believed this, but he had heard this sort of thing many times before from Tara and just considered it part of her persona, and so didn’t question her about it.
That evening Tara suffered another blue spell over the loss of her dog and had started crying. Mark sat her down on the couch, put his arm around her and tried to console her as much as possible. Then after a while Mark noticed a light in the corner of the room. It didn’t move but just seemed to light up that section of the room. Tara stopped crying and looked over towards the light. She asked Mark “Do you see that light over there?” Mark said he did and then Tara replied “That’s Fallah. He just came into the room.” Mark couldn’t see Fallah, just the light, but then all of sudden he felt something rub up against his legs just as if a dog had had squeezed passed him. The next moment Mark then saw Tara recline backwards into the couch, just as if a large dog had stood up and put its paws on Tara’s chest. Tara then started speaking to Fallah as she would have when he was alive. The dog however stayed only briefly and the next thing Mark noticed was the light had gone out in the corner of the room.
Comments
I find that this story has lots in common with the story about my wife hearing the voice of her dead friend Henrietta while I saw the red light in her eyes. In this case Tara saw the ghost and Mark saw a light in the corner of the room. Tara, the person the Ghost is visiting, is able to see the ghost, but Mark the bystander sees the light. Also, Mark and I were both acting to console the other over their loss. This story does differ in that Mark could actually feel the ghost. In fact I think this is my only story in which someone feels a ghost touch them. There is another difference in that the story doesn’t take place late at night after waking up. It did, though, happen in the evening, if that is worth anything.
Again, I like this story because it happened to two people so they can corroborate the event. Admittedly I would have never believed the story from Tara, but since Mark is such a sceptic, to me the story is worth gold. Ironically he still doesn’t really believe in ghosts.
Having said this I have to come clean about something. Once again I tried verifying the facts of this story and so contacted Mark about it. I was curious to find out if the light Mark saw was also red. To quote Mark “I don’t recall the colour of the light. In fact I don’t really recall the event at all. Although I don’t doubt it happened.” Yikes! I’m not doing very well here folks. It’s curious that similar to my friend Morna he couldn’t recall any of the detail, although didn’t deny the story. On one hand it seems clear that to my friends these stories don’t overly concern them and so they forget the details over time. The question is how much am I embellishing the stories purely because of my fascination for the stories? Am I subconsciously adding on to the stories in some way because they are always in the back of my mind? Obviously I made a big mistake in not documenting these stories when I first heard them.
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