On my grand calendar, today is supposed to be a post about Lily Dale, and the spiritualist community in New York. But as I sit here on my couch with a hurricane roaring up upon us and the grey skies barely visible past the rain, I think that the day deserves something a little more atmospheric. In the background I have on a haunted house movie (Secrets in the Walls, if you have LMN) and next to me I have a book called Ghost Hunters, so I think that we’re going to talk about the supernatural.
Are you a believer? Some people believe in ghosts but may not believe in mediums. Or they believe in ESP but not possessions. Or they’re religious but don’t think there are things like guardian angels or divine intervention. To me all these things fall under the big banner of “supernatural.” And I’m not sure how I answer that question.
Given that I just spent this past month writing about all things spooky and creepy and weird, it might seem strange that I’m admitting to being an open minded skeptic. I’ve consumed stories about the odd and unusual for as long as I can remember. As a child, I regularly checked out all the non-fiction books about ghosts and spirits from the library. My favorites were by a gentleman named David Cohen who seemed to have made a career out of writing juvenile non-fiction about ghosts and goblins and vampires for the budding young goth like me. Want to know anything about the Bell Witch? Borley Rectory? That time those two women claimed to have experienced a time slip in the gardens of Versailles? I’m your gal. I’ve followed the careers (and publications) of the Warrens and got to see them speak on occasion. I don’t think Amityville was a real haunting, but I won’t tempt fate by playing with a Ouija board. Maybe I’m just a real life Mulder; I want to believe but I can’t decide if I do.
My mother in law, who is a lovely, rational woman and a pastor, which I feel lends her some kind of credibility in these cases, believes that she’s been moved by the Lord on occasion. I suppose that many religious people feel like they can feel the presence of their god in their life in a tangible way. She will also readily tell you that one of the manses she lived in was absolutely, without a doubt, haunted and that she could feel a ghostly presence in the house on a regular basis. Bryn talked about her experience in a haunted apartment. I can not share anything like that because I have never in my life felt or seen anything ghostly, at least nothing that couldn’t be rationally explained away a day or two later.
However, since I was a child, I’ve had dreams that seem to come true. All mundane things, nothing exciting, except that they happen and I’m over come with a strong sense of deja vu, because I had a dream about it. When I was in elementary school, my principal once called my parents because she came in to speak to my teacher one morning and I shot my hand up and told the entire class that I had dreamed this was going to happen, and what the conversation was going to be about. I didn’t think this was a weird occurrence but in Catholic schools, this isn’t exactly the kind of stories they like to encourage. Since that day, I have literally never spoken about these dreams to anyone until I decided to write them down here. I’m actually looking at this paragraph and wondering if I should delete it. Maybe it’s a strange thing to admit, that you’re not sure you believe in ghosts, but you’re pretty damn sure you have uneventful prophetic dreams.
I can say this, in terms of what I believe: I think that there are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. What those things are? Well, that’s for better minds than mine to discover.
So now I ask you ““ what do you believe, P-maggers? What unexplainable things have happened to you?