Good day internet people.
I'd like to tell you a story. I make YouTube videos and talked about this recently but it's the first thing I can think of right now. This is a true story. It happened several years ago at the time of writing this. I can't remember exactly when it happened though.
So I was walking in Norwich city (where I live) and it was just a regular day. I was walking along the ring road near the part of the city called Anglia Square towards a roundabout on the footpath on the right hand side of the road. I was going to a building right on the edge of the roundabout. I don't know what I was thinking about but up ahead I noticed a woman. There was nothing special about her. She looked as if she had just stepped off the roundabout onto the pavement, which was a little odd. This woman was striding purposefully. There was nobody else around within direct view of me at that time. It's hard to estimate the distance between us but I was a little way back up the footpath. I didn't pay this woman any special attention because she was as solid as you or me but could see her because she was directly in my field of vision. Well she walked across the grass next to the path and vanished behind the high wall running around the edge of the property there. There was a part of the wall that jutted out at an angle with a tall tree behind it. I was on the side where the wall stopped and the tree was visible. She disappeared on the side where the wall runs along and then juts out.
Initially I wasn't concerned. I thought she must have gone through a gap in the wall or a gate or something. Even though I couldn't see her on the other side as far as it was visible to me. It was only when I had walked past the jutted out bit that I realised where she had gone was nothing but solid wall. There was no gap or gateway or anyway through. The wall was solid bricks and too tall for anybody to climb. I was left with the only possible conclusion. That I had just seen a ghost.
Sceptics would perhaps suggest that I was hallucinating or it was reflection of a real woman that was walking behind me or other similar explanations. All I can tell you is that I know what I saw.
It was a regular day. I don't recall the weather specifically but it wasn't raining or a clear sunny day. I'm sure of that. I wish I could have caught it on tape. That would be awesome. Then people could dissect it to their hearts content and come to what ever conclusions they want. Unless she would not have shown up on tape. In which case she would obviously be a vampire. Haha
I wonder what ghosts really are. Do they actually exist or are they just a figment of our imagination?
They are fascinating because it is not something we can physically measure and document and examine the properties that make them up. That is why sceptics are able to dismiss them so easily. I mean if they are either the spirits of departed humans or a remainder of departed humans reliving a part of their lives over and over then I can see why they remain mysterious. Lets say for a moment that they are real and are either one of the above. Lets also say for a moment that they are either aware of flesh and blood humans or able to interact with them. If I was the ghosts I would be picky about who I allowed to see and/or interact with me too (assuming I was able to control this). I also would not hang around long enough to be tested like some laboratory guinea pig. I mean who would?
Have you seen that movie The Sixth Sense? I think to a certain extent they are onto something. I mean that as far as the bit about dead people not realising they are dead sometimes goes. I'm sure you can see how that is possible. Theoretically speaking we are still saying that ghosts are real here for the moment. Some people die so suddenly that I can see how they might not know right away that they are dead. But you'd expect them to catch on sooner or later wouldn't you? You'd think they'd notice that something was different after a while. But it's quite a big leap between hey there are strangers living in my house, did I just forget where I live or am I dead?
But if the sceptics are right what does that mean for us?
I think the conclusions regarding that are far scarier than the possibility of that nice girl down the street being tormented by dear old departed Aunt Ethel because she never liked her niece and is pissed that she has moved into her house and not only rearranged everything but also hooked up with that no good hoodlum she always had a soft spot for.
So if the sceptics are right that means we are all a great big bunch of basket cases, all of us who believe or are open to the possibilities. It means that we are delusional. We forgot about the weed we smoked earlier in the day and then claim to have seen/heard/felt spiritual activity. (I don't smoke weed by the way. I have never touched drugs of any kind apart from prescription meds.) It means instead of being open minded there is something going on in our brains, something special that created these illusions of spiritual activity.
I don't think the sceptics can be completely right though. I'm not just saying that because I am a believer and not prepared to accept that I am mentally deficient. My experiences are convincing. For example I believe that I have precognitive dreams sometimes. An example of this involves my maternal grandparents. Both are now dead. They died at different times. I can't recall exactly the gap, maybe a year or two. My gran died first. Before she died I kept having dreams about both of them going up into the attic. Of course I could not make sense of them at the time. I rarely have reoccurring dreams. I can't remember if they stopped after she died or came back before grandad died. I think these dreams did return before he died. It was only after he died that it clicked. I realised the attic had been a euphemism for heaven and I was being warned that they were going to die.
But predictive dreams don't always come true. I think they are just a possible future if things keep going they way they are. A possible example of this is a dream I had a few years ago. Even though I don't recall exactly when I had it the dream sticks in my mind for reasons that will become obvious once I've explained what occurred. So in the dream I was a passenger in my dads car. My mum was in the front with him and I was in the back between my two children. He was just driving along a countryside road somewhere (it wasn't a typical skinny no white lines country road). There was a vehicle coming in the opposite direction and I realised it was heading straight for us. I screamed. The next thing I knew our car was upside down or on it's side and there was blood and broken glass all over the tarmac. I woke up after that. The thing that really made it stick with me was the scream. When I woke it was so vivid I felt as if I'd actually lived it. The scream sounded so real. But I didn't scream in my sleep because nobody else in the house heard anything (I remember asking the next morning). So yeah, that was a scary one.
I think I'll leave it there for now. Thank you for reading through my thoughts here. If you have anything to say about what I've said please leave me a comment. Hope the rest of your day goes well.
