Meeting up with the dead

[John Little]

A lot of how people react to posts like this depends on their own experiences because you tend to disbelieve what you cannot see. As I have grown older I have come to accept that I do not know everything. This helps me in turn to accept that there are things I cannot explain. Some have happened to me, and some to others.

I still remember the day my grandfather was frightened. It was his habit to get up at 4.00am and have a cup of coffee that was mostly condensed milk in the kitchen, with a cigarette - and that was his breakfast. I can still see him and smell the smoke now in my mind, 40 years after his death.

When he had finished he would go out the back door and down the lonnings, one after another, walking about a mile and a half to work at the steel works for the morning shift. He preferred the lonnings but I do not know why.

One day he was going back after a week's holiday and in the dark of the early morning he passed a man he knew coming the opposite way.
'Good morning Don' he said as the bloke passed. The other man stopped, turned and said 'Good morning Jack' and went on his way.

At work, during the talk over tea he mentioned he'd seen Don and that he must have changed shift - and every man went quiet.

'Jack - Don dropped dead last Tuesday - you can't have seen him.'

My grandfather never used the back lonnings again.

Believe as you wish - I don't care one way or t'other.

[crayola]

This helps me in turn to accept that there are things I cannot explain.

There are things many of us can't explain. Thanks for your story.

I am so creative I could be an oneirologist's dream. I can create enough detail to write a novella in what can't be much more than a minute of REM.

[John Little]

Your brain is producing quite a lot of output - maybe you should write the novella.

But the title of your thread is meeting the dead, and this is where people get confounded. Many just don't believe in such tripe. Others do, because they have experienced things they cannot explain. I've had a few things happen to me which are just weird - like the ghost in my house - but I do not wish to take over your thread.

Suffice to say that I have come to believe that there is something in this stuff. I'm not religious either.

[crayola]

I have some loose connections with the new Scottish Writers' Centre and I'm thinking of applying for the MLitt in Creative Writing at Glasgow Uni.

Some believe we communicate with the dead via a cosmic consciousness field that permeates the universe. Others believe that the field was created by aliens and they use it to communicate instantaneously over cosmic distances.

Others are simply mad.

[John Little]

I was on the Isle of Skye and it was pouring - no weather for cycling so I checked into B and B. The next morning it was still pouring so I asked to stay another night - which was fine. Having secured a dry place for the night I decided on a 40 mile circular ride from Portree in the rain to have a look at the land.

An hour's cycling after breakfast I needed a pee more than ever in life but could not. I am a modest man and there was no cover on the road where I was - with dozens of cars passing me, snouts pressed to the window with nothing more in the desert landscape to stare at but the mad cyclist in the rain.

I came to the coast almost mad with the need, and saw a clump of trees between the road and the sea - and sped towards it, jumping off my bike and running down a path twixt a high wall and the road embankment.
It was a cemetery. I could not do what I wished to do in there.

Frantic I opened the iron gate which creaked and looked at tall trees and overgrown graves. To great joy I saw that the wall of the cemetery had fallen outwards into a field so I trotted to it and saw a stream underneath flowing direct into the sea. Standing on the pile of fallen wall I let loose Niagara into the stream outside the wall. Looking sideways I saw a ruined church overgrown with ivy down near the sea and thought I would go and look at it.

I finished, turned - and a voice between my ears said diamond clear 'Get out!'

I did not argue or think about it but I walked up through the cemetery and out the gate. Yes walked - I felt like running but did not, for every hair on my head was prickling.

Reaching my bike I did 45 mph on a slightly downwards road for a mile - I was very fit in those days.

My wife wants to go there.

Well she may do so. But I will wait in the car; with the engine running.

[rambo1978]

wow can i have some of that please?

[John Little]

No - it's all mine - and the bottle's nearly empty!

[Moira]

I <snip>

Others are simply mad.

I read all of your post and will go with the latter.

[Mrs Bucket]

The power of the mind dont diss it.

[crayola]

The power of the mind dont diss it.

Our minds are powerful Mrs B but you can't say the same for everyone.

[Dadie]

Hmmn one of Laurens imaginary friends is a pink mouse... definately think that one is make believe

[crayola]

I was engaged in some extra-curricular activity with my ex-husband early this morning when I was visited by John Little and George Brims. Why I should have chosen that pair to visit me during my Saturday morning slumbers is currently beyond my conscious ken, but choose them I somehow did. I have forgotten why they came and what happened when they arrived but I shall inform you if and when I remember.

[ducati]

Quote John Little: “Your brain is producing quite a lot of output”



Quote Crayola: “I have some loose connections”


Possible explaination?

[John Little]

I came to tell you that George Brims wanted to talk to you.
I even dragged him with me, and very unwilling he was. But when I got him there he was too shy to speak - the great lunk!

[northener]

I'll stick with this bottle of Glenfiddich. I may have an out of body experience in about three hours.....


..and awake to find the the angels have taken more than their fair share and left me staring, bleary eyed, at an empty bottle.


B...d angels.

[crayola]

I woke up a few weeks ago and could see something that wasn't there. I was terrified but I could see it with my eyes closed so I really really really knew it wasn't there. I took a shower and I could still see it with or without my eyes closed. I washed my hair and I washed myself and I could still see it. I was still terrified. I came out of the shower and it went away. I haven't seen it since and I must have erased it from my brain because I can't even remember what it was I could see, but I know it wasn't there.