Ah, thank you. (For calling me sane and intelligent!)
What a ghost might be, I also do not know. I suspect, a collection of energy. Even though this Victorian lady was a visual incident, I point out again that I did not see her in color. Also, as you know, I am not a visual-thinking person; someone asking me if I dream in color is asking me the wrong question, as I do not dream visually, but eidetically. Anyway, back to the Victorian ghost... the full awareness of the physical form was there, and also a personality and an intent. I can't say it would have shown up in a photograph of that moment. I think perhaps I just perceived the energy, receiving it in the way that the spirit sent it to me. And I wish you'd seen it too! That would have been fun. I've only ever seen ghosts while alone. Four now, total. One other was in 1988, in Septemer, in a 200-year-old log farmhouse in easter Pennsylvania near the town of Hanover: it was a mischievous boy who dashed from inside the room through the door and into the hall outside, grinning at me the entire time -- because he dashed literally through the ajar door, which apparently in his day had had its hinges set on the opposite side of the doorway! I found out later that an eight-year-old named Mose (short for Moses or Moises) had been run over by a carriage near the barn, in around 1805. And the other two ghosts I saw were in the house I now live in: one was a simple form, striking me as what you would get if you held a beach towel by the top hem and let it twist slowly from its own weight; it was crossing from my front living room into the kitchen, across what was originally the door to the back porch... and it too had no color. And the last one -- coolest of all, I'd say -- was a grey cat, who ran past my ankles as I sat at my desk in the corner of that front living room, at about 5 AM, writing a paper for class! It was grey because that was its fur's color, and the fur had highlights and texture as any living cat's would. Whoa, was I startled. Jumped up, looked under the desk, then turned on every light in the house.
Ah, fun to remember. Such nifty atypical experiences! (Have you really never seen a ghost? Nor heard or smelled one? Can I try again to teach you to see auras, someday?)
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Date: 2008-09-03 04:06 am (UTC)What a ghost might be, I also do not know. I suspect, a collection of energy. Even though this Victorian lady was a visual incident, I point out again that I did not see her in color. Also, as you know, I am not a visual-thinking person; someone asking me if I dream in color is asking me the wrong question, as I do not dream visually, but eidetically. Anyway, back to the Victorian ghost... the full awareness of the physical form was there, and also a personality and an intent. I can't say it would have shown up in a photograph of that moment. I think perhaps I just perceived the energy, receiving it in the way that the spirit sent it to me. And I wish you'd seen it too! That would have been fun. I've only ever seen ghosts while alone. Four now, total. One other was in 1988, in Septemer, in a 200-year-old log farmhouse in easter Pennsylvania near the town of Hanover: it was a mischievous boy who dashed from inside the room through the door and into the hall outside, grinning at me the entire time -- because he dashed literally through the ajar door, which apparently in his day had had its hinges set on the opposite side of the doorway! I found out later that an eight-year-old named Mose (short for Moses or Moises) had been run over by a carriage near the barn, in around 1805. And the other two ghosts I saw were in the house I now live in: one was a simple form, striking me as what you would get if you held a beach towel by the top hem and let it twist slowly from its own weight; it was crossing from my front living room into the kitchen, across what was originally the door to the back porch... and it too had no color. And the last one -- coolest of all, I'd say -- was a grey cat, who ran past my ankles as I sat at my desk in the corner of that front living room, at about 5 AM, writing a paper for class! It was grey because that was its fur's color, and the fur had highlights and texture as any living cat's would. Whoa, was I startled. Jumped up, looked under the desk, then turned on every light in the house.
Ah, fun to remember. Such nifty atypical experiences! (Have you really never seen a ghost? Nor heard or smelled one? Can I try again to teach you to see auras, someday?)