Ghost World
There is a graveyard next door. There are no markers, headstones or external signs of any kind. Hidden beneath the manufactured strips of lawn there is a massive, unmarked grave site. Only I know its there.
You may wonder how this secret is only known to me, unless of course you've visited this site before. In that case, you know a little about my history and are aware that my visual perception is altered, enabling me to see the spirit world around us.
Let me pause on that for a moment.
Over the years, I have come to rely on certain phrases that I feel most effectively define various concepts in the field of supernatural and paranormal research. However, these shorthand descriptions most often need their own definition to fully understand what they are making reference to. "The spirit world around us" is something I say all the time, in fact I cannot stress enough that the world as you know it and the Land of the Dead co-exist in the same time and place.
The best example I can think of is a common phenomenon. Just about every community on every size and population scale has witnessed a tragic fire of some sort, in which the blaze left little more than scorch marks as evidence of what had been there before. In my hometown, there was a single building -- among a row of merchant properties -- that burnt to the ground sometime in the late 70s before I was born. The concrete structure of the surrounding buildings saved them from the flames, so there was just a single burnt out space in between. What had once been a family grocery (and, upstairs, home to the owners and their children) was just a bunch of black rubble and dirt, even years after the fact.
Nobody wanted to develop the lot into a new storefront, renovate the debris into a parking lot, openly discuss the incident or even gaze upon the site. There were strong emotions connected to the event, and everyone seemed content to simply ignore the subject altogether. There are 5 stages of grief, but everybody seems to get stuck on the first one: denial. For me, it wasn't that easy.
In fact it wasn't possible. Although I hadn't even been born when the tragedy struck, nobody ever had to explain what happened. To my eyes, the building was still visible, as it had been all along and remains to this day. The properties of this ghost building differ from those surrounding it, but its there. The grocer family still lives there, too.
As best as I can understand it, every molecule leaves a non-physical imprint in its absence. This imprint is like a fossil of sorts, except its like invisible, but only to the untrained human eye. All of these various imprints of the past create, in essence, a ghost world right here within our physical reality.
NEXT: The Backyard Butcher
You may wonder how this secret is only known to me, unless of course you've visited this site before. In that case, you know a little about my history and are aware that my visual perception is altered, enabling me to see the spirit world around us.
Let me pause on that for a moment.
Over the years, I have come to rely on certain phrases that I feel most effectively define various concepts in the field of supernatural and paranormal research. However, these shorthand descriptions most often need their own definition to fully understand what they are making reference to. "The spirit world around us" is something I say all the time, in fact I cannot stress enough that the world as you know it and the Land of the Dead co-exist in the same time and place.
The best example I can think of is a common phenomenon. Just about every community on every size and population scale has witnessed a tragic fire of some sort, in which the blaze left little more than scorch marks as evidence of what had been there before. In my hometown, there was a single building -- among a row of merchant properties -- that burnt to the ground sometime in the late 70s before I was born. The concrete structure of the surrounding buildings saved them from the flames, so there was just a single burnt out space in between. What had once been a family grocery (and, upstairs, home to the owners and their children) was just a bunch of black rubble and dirt, even years after the fact.
Nobody wanted to develop the lot into a new storefront, renovate the debris into a parking lot, openly discuss the incident or even gaze upon the site. There were strong emotions connected to the event, and everyone seemed content to simply ignore the subject altogether. There are 5 stages of grief, but everybody seems to get stuck on the first one: denial. For me, it wasn't that easy.
In fact it wasn't possible. Although I hadn't even been born when the tragedy struck, nobody ever had to explain what happened. To my eyes, the building was still visible, as it had been all along and remains to this day. The properties of this ghost building differ from those surrounding it, but its there. The grocer family still lives there, too.
As best as I can understand it, every molecule leaves a non-physical imprint in its absence. This imprint is like a fossil of sorts, except its like invisible, but only to the untrained human eye. All of these various imprints of the past create, in essence, a ghost world right here within our physical reality.
NEXT: The Backyard Butcher
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