Life's a hoot. Even the dead part. My strange brand of spirituality confuses some and probably resonates with other friends (and, possibly, family?)
I shared this with a private group, but it's a story of me that explains some things. Like how I ended up knowing about spirits. (Among some other weird things)
OK, let's see. My favorite [ghost type] stories are ones where someone else witnessed. After all, if it was just me I could question the experience as something imagined. Here's an early one that was...mmm... formative.
So I'm in my teens and watching my little b&w tv in my room, with knobs. Now, you young-uns may not know that we didn't always have remotes. We had to get up, walk over, and turn the dial knob. Google it. So I turned the knob (we had to turn it with a HAND, and it went "thunk" at each channel stop) to ch 2 to watch a favorite show. This began a small argument because She Who Was Also There thought I should watch a mini series called Holocaust on channel 4. So "She-Who" changed the channel. Thunk thunk.
I got up off the bed and changed it back, annoyed. She changed it again before I sat. When I went to set the dial a third time - the knob on the tv fought me and ...then spun. Think thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk....
"DAAAAAAAAAAAD!" comes running with a slipper in hand to smash the spider, probably. But the dial had stopped turning. He didn't believe me, quite. "Uh huh. Is it moving now?" Smart ass. (That IS where I got the trait)
....OK, this is the part in the movie where you yell at the screen: "Run! Get out!" But spirits were like pets and pests to me. At this moment, a "pet" was being a brat. I wasn't scared, I was annoyed. I also suspected she had some special interest in the subject because this wasn't the first time she'd communicated on this subject matter.
Pop goes back to his recliner and I'm determined to watch my show on 2 so I go to reset it. She's not having it... the knob spins again.
This time, "DAAAAAAAAAAD!" got there in time to watch the tv all controlling itself. Thunk thunk thunk thunk...
He said, "Huh".
I could always count on him to find the right words.
Right after that, he bought me the Gypsy Witch fortune telling deck. He realized something did it, but he couldn't offer me any particular advice.
Fast forward many years. All grown up and out on my own, I came home from work one eve with an arm load of grocery bags. I opened the door to my marvelous old craftsman apt in long beach... and a light popped on. It was an original, built in lamp that my dad had repaired when I moved in. Not trusting what I saw, I checked. It was still cool...it really had just popped on.
So that was my dad, letting me know. I figured that out a few minutes later when mom called and gave me the news that he'd passed.
I don't think I ever had a choice, really. They're here, they're clear....I got used to it. BTW, I don't have that brain chemical problem that makes people inclined to hallucinate. I'm actually deficient in that chemical.
If you don't believe, that's cool. I live with that always. But, even my mom, in her later life, said she finally realized she didn't know everything [spirtually speaking] but had seen some things she didn't expect. That was her quiet acceptance.
Knowing what I know makes me a bit open minded to what others have experienced, but I always reserve the right to call b.s. when I hear it ;) That said, they're still like pests or pets when they come around. Some need to go before I take a slipper to them. Some are fine to hang out if they behave.
