I believe in spirits. Have you ever been in a room and an eerie presence floats down by your shoulder? Have you ever taken a picture, and not knowing it, captured an extra face by mistake? Or have you ever felt as though you weren’t alone in a room, when clearly there was no one that you could in the room with you? Our world is stuffed to the brim with mysteries, both known and unknown.
Some things on Earth just don’t make sense. For example, when the lights flicker on and off for no apparent reason: the electricity was stable, there was no storm, and the power company wasn’t operating on the wires above. Frankly, the naïve people that are planning on uncovering the mysteries on earth are perilously wasting their time and effort. Honestly, I love the idea that not everything can be explained, or that not everything has an answer.
Your blood boils, and your skin prickles just at the thought of a supernatural being standing next to you. In the moment, the feeling can erupt into fear, but after the moment subsides, you may feel energized and excited. Adrenaline is a necessity, like laughter. Few may admit it, but much of the population is in love with fear, and adrenaline itself, just like the roller coaster junkies.
Not all spirits are scary, or evil, or bad. In fact, my Grandmother has passed on, but my family still believes that her spirit lives on through the body of a common dove. Have you ever been in a tough situation and you suddenly feel relief, like a sudden lift to your soul? Well, that’s a friendly spirit. It’s those that believe in no spirits at all that are haunted beyond their existence. In fact, I believe that it’s healthy to believe in the unknown, it’s important for spiritual health. But, I do have to say that holding on to the deceased’s spirits too strongly can lead to poor health.
So, what I am trying to say is that spirits exist, whether or not you want to believe in them, and we must accept that we cannot know everything about our surroundings. So, the next time you feel a presence next to you in the attic, try to allow yourself to believe in the unbelievable.
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