I don’t believe in ghosts.
You ought to try out the ghost tracks in San Antonio.
I was dating a girl who lived there and she was telling me about the ghost rail road tracks. I though, yeah right.
I was wrong.
I believe in pastrami and rye bread. Ghosts are real.
It’s just energy. It happens.
Ghosts are .mentioned in the Bible.
Neither did I until a woman came to me with pain so severe that she was going on disability at 38 years old. She was an ER nurse and had this idiopathic pain for two years.
She had every medical test possible but no cause could be found.
She was sitting in a chair next to me when I asked her “If that pain in your left arm and shoulder could speak, what would it say?”
A male voice answered me out of her mouth and shouted “Get out of here!”
I replied in total surprise “Who said that?”
This man went on to explain in detail how he was killed in an auto accident, that he followed his body into the hospital emergency room where he found her in distress and moved into her. He told me his name, address, phone number and details of his life.
I asked him what caused his physical death and he explained that he was thrown out of the car and it rolled onto him.
I asked what part of his body and he explained it was his left side.
Suddenly, I realized that his memory of his physical pain at death was manifesting in her body.
I asked him why he was in her, and he replied that he loved her.
I asked why, if he loved her, would he cause her this pain?
He responded that he didn’t know he was causing her this pain. But you know it now, I replied? Yes, he responded.
You know that you are going to need to leave her body? Yes, he replied.
I asked him, “Would you like to apologize to her for the pain and suffering you caused her?” Yes, he replied and began apologizing. His words in a masculine voice coming out of her mouth.
I turned to her and asked, “Will you accept his apology?” And she replied, “Yes.”
Suddenly, her left arm went up in the air with a fist that opened when fully extended. A flash of light shown and her arm came down at her side, limp.
He was gone and so was her physical pain of two years.
That event happened to me in the early 1990’s and changed my life. Prior to that, I didn’t believe in ghosts.
We verified the details, including his name, address, and the location of the accident. It happened on Rt 15 just south of Williamsport PA on the corner in front of McDonald’s.
That was the very first of many similar events happening over the past 35 years.
That is also when I first realized that memories are stored in the soul and not the brain. This motivated me to return to the university where I had been a professor to begin a never ending life of studying and researching consciousness and neuroscience.
It also led to me reading and studying the Bible, especially the New Testament, with a totally new understanding.
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
It’s nuts. If violent death caused ghosts the most haunted place in the US would be Gettysburg.
“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
I was a skeptic too. Then I became enlightened. The spirit realm, the powers of the air never went anywhere.
Neither do I, but I do believe in demons.
My view now - who not?
You don’t? I’ll invite to the Abigail Grill (in honor of Abigail Pettibone) in Simsbury. Or Easton Union Cemetery or the abandoned Remington Arms factory in Bridgeport.