I am thinking of words this morning, as I prepare to write and how their meaning can effect and convey a true feeling. When someone had to cope with the most terrible of losses, it’s not enough to say they were crying or sobbing. I think weeping is a much better word and it says more about the human condition than either of the other words could. Weeping denotes the wretchedness of hope flown. It reaches into the soul and resounds through the ages. It really is the most pitiful of sounds.
Ghost
I was amazed to read that our local university was offering a weekend course on developing your psychic ability and becoming a medium. Surely, if such a power exists, and who am I to say it doesn’t, then it comes naturally and is not something that can be learned? As I am interested in all things paranormal, I have gone to many shows where well-known mediums throw random comments at the audience and are those who are desperate enough to put their hand up when they say something like, “I have a John here, does that mean anything to anyone?” Oh please, you’re thinking, as I have, but remember this person who answers has lost someone they love and want reassurance that they are safe and in a better place.
I went to one medium who was doing private sessions. I wasn’t going in to see her, but went with a friend. As I grow older, I tend to avoid these people, as I believe that the spirit world should be left alone. A teenager went in before my friend and came out sobbing. I asked her what the matter was and she said that the medium said she saw her standing over an open grave before the year was out. Can you believe that, who in their right mind was say something like that to a child? My friend refused to keep her appointment after that, more from fear I think, than outrage and we spent the next few hours talking the young girl out of her fright. I read about another young mother who having lost her little girl went to one of these so called psychics and was told her little girl was crying for her in heaven!
I believe it is against the law in some countries to say you are psychic if you’re not, but who controls these things? If there are people who can speak to the dead then so be it, theirs is a rare gift and I respect that, but what about the others, the charlatans who prey on the vulnerable, do there really believe they can get away with the harm they cause? Let’s hope for their sake, that the world they so carelessly exploit is forgiving, otherwise there will be Hell to pay.
A writer dies and goes to heaven. Here he sees thousands of other writers all chained to desks tapping away on their computers.
“This is heaven!” he exclaims. “Is this is heaven, what is hell like?”
“Let me show you,” St Peter offers.
So they go down to hell and here they find it exactly as it was in heaven, thousands of writers chained to desks.
“I don’t understand,” the man says. “How is hell any different to heaven.”
“Ah, you see,” St Peter says. “In heaven you have a chance at being published.
Fledgling writers take heart.
I am always amazed at peoples attitudes when the subject of ghosts comes up. Many believe they ceased to be with the invention of electricity, but many more are not so sure. I was speaking to a group of medical doctors and nurses a few weeks ago and as usual, the subject of what I write came up. I expected them to laugh off the subject, after all their field of expertise requires a level head and an approach more scientific than your average person. To my surprise, about eight if the group had a story to tell and were totally sure that everything they related was a fact.
What about you, do you believe in ghosts?
Hi Everyone
Got an email practically accusing me of being the Devil, because of what I write. Death Cry is really getting the nuts out. Am I bad? I bet Stephen King and James Herbert have their share of nutters. If people don’t like my books, why buy them? My daughter edits them for me and I wouldn’t give them to her if there was anything immoral in them. They are just good old-fashioned ghost stories. Those who think otherwise have a screw loose.
People are always telling me, so called, true ghost stories, but why do these tales never come from the people who have actually seen the ghost. Why is it always someone cousin or uncle?