I’m a believer. And I feel comforted and comfortable with the idea. I’ve had several visits from friends and family. I love the concept of the “thin veil.”
I haven't yet been convinced of ghosts. There have been subtle signs, but I'm not sure they aren't just wishes. If a certain someone who has passed is "listening"', today would be a good day to convince me you're there. I miss you every day!
Yes I do. I believe the spirit leaves the body at death. Those who lived good lives, come back to give us signs that they are ok. I felt my dad’s presence in my bedroom after he passed. I see and hear signs that they give us.
I also believe some souls are tormented and cannot move on and they stay in homes where their tragedy occurred.
So we have a little black dog in my house and I know the grandson of the man who built this house and want to ask him. But the dog is chill so I don't.
I think there are many things we don't yet understand. What are they? Don't know. How we become aware of them and/or process them? Also don't know. There are too many instances of experiences that don't have a neatly tailored, practical explanation. Have I experienced these ? Yes - some positive, some terrifying, some incredibly sad. I don't know what they actually were, but I'm not creative or fanciful enough to invent them. I'm practical enough to know these represent something I don't understand but that is not to dismiss them.
We like clear explanations. Sometimes those are just not available. Yet.
Meanwhile... Maybe it's a good day to watch the original Ghostbusters. That librarian with the iconic shhhhh and a beyond-annoyed reaction that clearly says "Do not meddle with librarians, for we know you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup!" ? Best. Scene. Ever!!
I believe the spirits of the dead people we have known are all around us. They remind us to keep thinking of them. I believe most of them mean us no harm, but if I get a brief unpleasant message from them, I say a prayer to God to keep them from harming me.
When I was 11 years old, my family did a European tour. (Back story: I had seen the movie Anne of the Thousand Days (about Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII) the year before.) Anywho, we were sitting on a bench in the courtyard at the Tower of London where Anne Boleyn (and others) was beheaded. 50+ years later I still cannot describe what I felt, but it/there was something.
I have had a couple of things happen that have made me believe there are ghosts. I don't try to understand it but try to accept it and move on.
This past summer, I did attend a gathering where my dad came through. He told me things through the medium that no one else would know. It was very comforting once I could breathe normally again.
Years ago when we lived in Marlborough, a clock flew off the wall landing halfway across the kitchen. Also one evening after putting our young girls to bed, my husband was downstairs in the den and I was upstairs. We both heard a loud and clear note from the kids' toy xylophone in the living room. There was no one in the living room at the time.
Oh yeah. Jim, master sceptic, and I were in Savannah at the Planter's Inn. I was asleep, and three separate times, someone shoved his elbow three distinct times - the side I was not on. There are other moments, but this is the strongest. Hotel management said, next morning, that yes, they have a female ghost who tries to get in bed with men...I guess she moved on when Jim wouldn't move over. It certainly opened our minds!
We built our house so are the only occupants. I was walking down the hallway with the lights off and saw what I thought was my adult son run past me at the end of the hallway. I entered the room he entered but he wasn't there. My husband was dozing on the couch. He heard whatever had ran into the room, but hadn't seen it. Our son was down in the basement, not upstairs.
At work, another person and I have independently have seen the same woman in elevators. I have worked in the building from when it was was newly built and I don't recognize the woman.
That? Is fascinating. I had someone brush past me in the kitchen and head down the basement stairs in my current home. I followed that person down there, but no one was there. It wasn't scary, just weird.
Even though I KNEW that wasn't a person each time seconds after I saw them, I wasn't frightened. Someone who has a degree in comparative religions said that we probably see or experience ghosts more often than we realize as we don't recognize them as not being living people. And he said that the person I saw in my house, according to some beliefs, was just living their life in their house and the veil just thinned enough so I saw them and they could have even saw me (and I may have scared them as they saw ME in their house)
What an interesting approach to this. When someone brushed past me in my kitchen. I felt their presence and I even moved back and apologized (and then felt stupid doing so). It wasn't scary. It really wasn't, and I hope I didn't scare....him? I had the sense it was a him.
I believe our emotions let us see or hear manifestations of our desires and anxieties. It's not surprising these emotions often relate to loved ones, or to places or stories we find compelling or disturbing; it's also quite natural we feel the "thin veil" in times or places where we're thinking about it. This is not to discount the fear, the wonder, or the love we may feel when it happens. The experiences are quite real to us, whether the things we think we observe are obectively, physically present or not. 🤔
That's how I look at it, I think. I cannot explain it. I don't feel the need to. I don't mind that others don't believe it's possible. I gained comfort from the feelings when I needed them. Did I make them up? I'm OK if that's the case, too. I gained comfort.
I love listening to the podcast "Spoooked". There are some pretty convincing stories shared ... some if which I'd just as soon not experience firsthand.
The only experience I have had (not counting dream appearances of recently deceased relatives) was shortly after my Dad died. I was awakened suddenly by what sounded like his voice saying "Nan!", which is what my family calls me, and the sensation that someone had been sitting on the edge of my bed and then stood up. Nothing since.
Of course, whenever something is out of place in my house, I just blame Dave, the other living occupant 🎃
Ha. My dad called me "honey" (the only person to do so, ever) and right after he died, I was in my living room and he came around the corner from my kitchen. Was I sleeping? Maybe? But I stood up to hug him and he said sadly that I couldn't hug him now but that he'd always be with me. And that's been the case.
I’m a believer. And I feel comforted and comfortable with the idea. I’ve had several visits from friends and family. I love the concept of the “thin veil.”
That's beautiful.
I haven't yet been convinced of ghosts. There have been subtle signs, but I'm not sure they aren't just wishes. If a certain someone who has passed is "listening"', today would be a good day to convince me you're there. I miss you every day!
I actually wonder about that on my dad-sightings. I'd love to see him. Did I make him up?
I can’t say that I believe , but I definitely have gotten others to believe
For years the Jonathan Pasco house in East Windsor sat vacant
As a teenager , me and friends used to sneak in and sleep overnight in there
Being a night owl , I would wait for them to fall asleep and simply move one of their shoes a few feet away from where they put it
Keeping a straight face while saying , dude , that’s weird , usually does the trick
https://www.cthauntedhouses.com/real-haunt/jonathan-pascos.html
Oh, well done! I am inclined to believe, but I don't knock doors about it. It just seems plausible to me.
Yes I do. I believe the spirit leaves the body at death. Those who lived good lives, come back to give us signs that they are ok. I felt my dad’s presence in my bedroom after he passed. I see and hear signs that they give us.
I also believe some souls are tormented and cannot move on and they stay in homes where their tragedy occurred.
So we have a little black dog in my house and I know the grandson of the man who built this house and want to ask him. But the dog is chill so I don't.
I think there are many things we don't yet understand. What are they? Don't know. How we become aware of them and/or process them? Also don't know. There are too many instances of experiences that don't have a neatly tailored, practical explanation. Have I experienced these ? Yes - some positive, some terrifying, some incredibly sad. I don't know what they actually were, but I'm not creative or fanciful enough to invent them. I'm practical enough to know these represent something I don't understand but that is not to dismiss them.
We like clear explanations. Sometimes those are just not available. Yet.
Meanwhile... Maybe it's a good day to watch the original Ghostbusters. That librarian with the iconic shhhhh and a beyond-annoyed reaction that clearly says "Do not meddle with librarians, for we know you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup!" ? Best. Scene. Ever!!
That IS such a great scene. I actually jumped when she morphed.
Received this from the National Archives - neat timing :)
https://mailchi.mp/archivesfoundation.org/red-white-and-new-142376?e=5e86032af0
Well, I just took a (computer) tour of those places. I've been to a couple.
I believe the spirits of the dead people we have known are all around us. They remind us to keep thinking of them. I believe most of them mean us no harm, but if I get a brief unpleasant message from them, I say a prayer to God to keep them from harming me.
That's very comforting.
When I was 11 years old, my family did a European tour. (Back story: I had seen the movie Anne of the Thousand Days (about Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII) the year before.) Anywho, we were sitting on a bench in the courtyard at the Tower of London where Anne Boleyn (and others) was beheaded. 50+ years later I still cannot describe what I felt, but it/there was something.
Precisely. There was something...I've had that feeling a few times and it isn't unpleasant, just...differentl.
I have had a couple of things happen that have made me believe there are ghosts. I don't try to understand it but try to accept it and move on.
This past summer, I did attend a gathering where my dad came through. He told me things through the medium that no one else would know. It was very comforting once I could breathe normally again.
Isn't that amazing? I've seen my father three times since he died in '93, and it always gave me great comfort.
Years ago when we lived in Marlborough, a clock flew off the wall landing halfway across the kitchen. Also one evening after putting our young girls to bed, my husband was downstairs in the den and I was upstairs. We both heard a loud and clear note from the kids' toy xylophone in the living room. There was no one in the living room at the time.
I wonder what/who that was...
Oh yeah. Jim, master sceptic, and I were in Savannah at the Planter's Inn. I was asleep, and three separate times, someone shoved his elbow three distinct times - the side I was not on. There are other moments, but this is the strongest. Hotel management said, next morning, that yes, they have a female ghost who tries to get in bed with men...I guess she moved on when Jim wouldn't move over. It certainly opened our minds!
We built our house so are the only occupants. I was walking down the hallway with the lights off and saw what I thought was my adult son run past me at the end of the hallway. I entered the room he entered but he wasn't there. My husband was dozing on the couch. He heard whatever had ran into the room, but hadn't seen it. Our son was down in the basement, not upstairs.
At work, another person and I have independently have seen the same woman in elevators. I have worked in the building from when it was was newly built and I don't recognize the woman.
That? Is fascinating. I had someone brush past me in the kitchen and head down the basement stairs in my current home. I followed that person down there, but no one was there. It wasn't scary, just weird.
Even though I KNEW that wasn't a person each time seconds after I saw them, I wasn't frightened. Someone who has a degree in comparative religions said that we probably see or experience ghosts more often than we realize as we don't recognize them as not being living people. And he said that the person I saw in my house, according to some beliefs, was just living their life in their house and the veil just thinned enough so I saw them and they could have even saw me (and I may have scared them as they saw ME in their house)
What an interesting approach to this. When someone brushed past me in my kitchen. I felt their presence and I even moved back and apologized (and then felt stupid doing so). It wasn't scary. It really wasn't, and I hope I didn't scare....him? I had the sense it was a him.
I’ve known plenty of living people who were spooky but ghosts? Nah.
You're still welcome here.
I believe our emotions let us see or hear manifestations of our desires and anxieties. It's not surprising these emotions often relate to loved ones, or to places or stories we find compelling or disturbing; it's also quite natural we feel the "thin veil" in times or places where we're thinking about it. This is not to discount the fear, the wonder, or the love we may feel when it happens. The experiences are quite real to us, whether the things we think we observe are obectively, physically present or not. 🤔
That's how I look at it, I think. I cannot explain it. I don't feel the need to. I don't mind that others don't believe it's possible. I gained comfort from the feelings when I needed them. Did I make them up? I'm OK if that's the case, too. I gained comfort.
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." (Hebrews 1.11, but I bet you knew that. 😉)
I love listening to the podcast "Spoooked". There are some pretty convincing stories shared ... some if which I'd just as soon not experience firsthand.
The only experience I have had (not counting dream appearances of recently deceased relatives) was shortly after my Dad died. I was awakened suddenly by what sounded like his voice saying "Nan!", which is what my family calls me, and the sensation that someone had been sitting on the edge of my bed and then stood up. Nothing since.
Of course, whenever something is out of place in my house, I just blame Dave, the other living occupant 🎃
Ha. My dad called me "honey" (the only person to do so, ever) and right after he died, I was in my living room and he came around the corner from my kitchen. Was I sleeping? Maybe? But I stood up to hug him and he said sadly that I couldn't hug him now but that he'd always be with me. And that's been the case.
That is priceless.