“Maybe all the people who say ghosts don’t exist are just afraid to admit that they do.” Michael Ende
“He could not shake the feeling – reportedly common among ghosts – that it was not he but those he haunted whose lives were devoid of matter, sense, future.” ~ Michael Chabon
“Psychoanalysis is often about turning our ghosts into ancestors, even for patients who have not lost loved ones to death. We are often haunted by important relationships from the past that influence us unconsciously in the present. As we work them through, they go from haunting us to becoming simply part of our history.” ~ Norman Doidge
Perhaps it’s the time of year. I find myself a tad haunted by ghosts; at least two. Not haunted, not really. We assume that if it is a ghost it is obviously gonna haunt stuff, or folks. I don’t agree. That would be like spirits from the Other Side assuming that just because we are living human beings we are looking at our smartphone. I don’t intend to make analogous implications here. But here’s the thing. You see so many people, these days, gazing at their devices. You have a physical presence and location, you have a living biological being before you; be it gamer or codependent, schemer or player, the spooky part of it is that for all their physical presence they are not there. Their head is elsewhere. And they can’t get enough. Ten minutes into their work shift and they are like all jittery that they may have a text waiting. Or a Twitter. They may not even leave their movies at home. That one I can’t figure out at all. Last weekend I saw the new biopic about Neil Armstrong. I saw it on the big screen, like ya know popcorn and all that good stuff. Great movie BTW! Some of the flight sequences in the film are terrifying. Good effects, and good special effects as well. Clever, right? I do so love playing with words, and with the ways with which we hang those words on old frameworks in our hearts and minds. Change your language and change your life. Soooo . . . anyway . . . I was talking about taking your movie wherever ya go. I mean who doesn’t enjoy a little Adam Sandler at lunch hour? That was intended as irony, BTW. Whatever. Let’s put it this way. I don’t care for Adam Sandler at all. Jim Carrey, however, has done a few good films. But if you put the two in the same movie it would be me being carried out in a straight jacket, not them. Just sayin’.
There’s a wave of the paranormal washing into my life these days. Yesterday I got a telephone call, at 6 AM. I was in the other room, and by the time I got to the phone and answered it the party at the other end hung up. But their name was on the screen when I answered. I decide not to call them back unless they left a message on my voice mail. I’m like that. Also, I rarely gets calls. Details aside, it ended up that my friend had not dialed my number after all. Their phone did it. The security code has not been entered, the phone was locked, so no call could have been dialed. But it was dialed. My friend has my number on their contact list, but they have never actually called me before. They woke up yesterday morning at 6 AM to find that their phone had decided to drop me a howdy. My therapist suggested that it was my mom calling to wish me a happy birthday. This makes sense. Mom knows me well enough that she would not call directly because she knows that I won’t answer if I do not know who’s calling. And if my device screen says incoming call from the Afterlife . . . well, I’m gonna freak right out. This story is true. Yeh, it mildly freaks me out anyway. There was more to it, but that is not for now. We are less than two weeks away from Samhain, when the Veil is thinnest. There will be more stuff happening. I can feel it. Yeh, I’d rather have that haunting feeling from a romantic interest, but that seems not to be in the cards right now. But she still has time to take me there. That’s life: we’ve never spoken nor texted over the phone.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.