do you ever see a real ghost?
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As for the actual topic I have never seen a ghost but I briefly dated a psychic medium who swore that she had worked with the government off and on to try to help find certain things, at a distance. She also read my mind once and …it was quite incredible and uncomfortable. She seemed more burdened and annoyed by it than anything, and yes said she could communicate at times with certain spirits. She said their general mood was one of being aggravated that they were stuck.
Of note she tried to explain it all through research. She read a lot of quantum physics, string theory, etc, trying to explain it to herself. Or maybe she was just a nut.
Of note she tried to explain it all through research. She read a lot of quantum physics, string theory, etc, trying to explain it to herself. Or maybe she was just a nut.
There used to be a sort of co-ed group home or halfway house near me - two big Victorians joined together with an ugly block hallway.
The NIMBYs in the rapidly-gentrifying neighborhood didn’t like dealing with the frequent police calls, or the sometimes loud or intimidating crazies smoking their cigarettes outside.
One day, without warning, it closed. The owners held a sale of the contents, and I stopped by.
My work has led me into some really nasty, depressing residences that should have been (or were) condemned. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw in the group home. Everything was exactly as it was on the day it closed, and it was an absolute shock. The squalor, for what was ostensibly an institutional setting, was unimaginable. Most of the residents’ meager possessions were still there. I remember a journal, filled with suffering and psychosis, and the jar of neonatal vitamins sitting on top. I remember the smell, that seemed to linger in my nostrils for days. I remember the flypaper in nearly every room, barely visible under dead flies. I remember the kitchen, which I won’t describe.
Those residents, that the folks on Nextdoor considered a nuisance, were victims. They’d been trafficked into a situation of abject horror. And their psychic pain still inhabited the place in a way that absolutely felt supernatural to me.
The umbilical between houses has been demolished. They’ve been sold, restored to their former grandeur, and are now inhabited again. And you couldn’t convince me that they’re not still haunted as fuck.
The NIMBYs in the rapidly-gentrifying neighborhood didn’t like dealing with the frequent police calls, or the sometimes loud or intimidating crazies smoking their cigarettes outside.
One day, without warning, it closed. The owners held a sale of the contents, and I stopped by.
My work has led me into some really nasty, depressing residences that should have been (or were) condemned. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw in the group home. Everything was exactly as it was on the day it closed, and it was an absolute shock. The squalor, for what was ostensibly an institutional setting, was unimaginable. Most of the residents’ meager possessions were still there. I remember a journal, filled with suffering and psychosis, and the jar of neonatal vitamins sitting on top. I remember the smell, that seemed to linger in my nostrils for days. I remember the flypaper in nearly every room, barely visible under dead flies. I remember the kitchen, which I won’t describe.
Those residents, that the folks on Nextdoor considered a nuisance, were victims. They’d been trafficked into a situation of abject horror. And their psychic pain still inhabited the place in a way that absolutely felt supernatural to me.
The umbilical between houses has been demolished. They’ve been sold, restored to their former grandeur, and are now inhabited again. And you couldn’t convince me that they’re not still haunted as fuck.
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Well, I do believe that we don’t quite understand the universe. I personally have a vague “empath” sense where I can read the mood/energy of a room or person - while also realizing I could just be picking up on subtle non-mysterious cues that all add up. Animals seems to like this trait. For me, I really can’t say if it’s useful or real beyond sometimes just needing to immediately get away from a person or group. I can also sort of sense other empaths.
Now you all think I’m a kook but maybe you already did
