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[poliphilo]

I've got this big, big book about Ghosts by Hans Holzer. Thank you jackiejj for the recommendation. It's teaching me new skills; like how to balance a book the size of a family Bible on one knee and a plate of food on the other.

Can't put it down, see.

Normally when you die someone comes over from the spirit world to talk you through it. But if you die suddenly or violently or all in a dither about unfinished business you can miss the connection. Then you get stuck.

Ghosts are people who are stuck.

Holzer talks to them. He uses a spirit medium which means he can have face to face chats. Most ghosts are muddled and fuddled. They've grasped that there's something wrong but they haven't quite figured out what. And they're too angry at their murderer or too mithered about the doubloons they've left buried under the fireplace to figure out how to work themselves free.

Holzer compares them to psychotics. We shouldn't be afraid of them he says. They're far too wrapped up in their own troubles to want to hurt us.

Often they don't know they're dead. There's no time where they live. When Holzer tells them its 1965 not 1776 they do a double-take. "I'm 56," one ghost protests, "Do I look 204 years older?"

Who wouldn't want to know about all this? It's important information. Knowing it could mean the difference between spending eternity in the summerlands with the ones you love or tripping up and down the stair-case wondering who all these strangers are and why nobody talks to you any more. Fore-warned is fore-armed.

I was lying in bed yesterday looking at the ceiling and I caught myself thinking, "I hope I'm not becoming too attached to this house. I wouldn't want to wind up haunting it."

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[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I wonder about the scientific studies that indicate there's a spot (the "sisyphus trench"?) that is two inches about the top of the (right?) ear, and if this trench in the brain is probed, the person begins to feel he is leaving his body! He sees people coming towards him!

I don't see this in any way denegrating the nonphysical--in some ways, it validates: our brain's circuitry may encompass far more than we are usually aware of--some of us ARE psychic (all of us, finally, are, but some more obviously than others); some play the violin freakishly well at seven; some have visions.

I don't want to be creepy about this, but it's a silly fear: What if, say, you get your head blown off? Or you're Anne Boleyn? How can the Sisyphus Trench help you make your gentle transition through the tunnel to your relatives?

Where did I read about that stupid trench, anyway? In the same forgotten book that discusses the phenomenon that that the astronauts, when subjected to high-gee forces during training, suddenly experienced a sensation of being outside their bodies!

Our brains offer us a lot more than these dimensions. We're just trapped here, I think. But we have a way out.

Unless our heads get blown off...

Morbidly yours, Jackie

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I went looking and found this.

[karenkay.livejournal.com]

Ghosts are people who are stuck.

I don't know if you'll ever get the chance to see a Japanese Noh play, but if you do, go. Each play involves a ghost--someone who is stuck. They all start out the same... A traveler is walking along a path/a beach/a mountain road and it is misty. He encounters someone who pulls him into his story.

It's formulaic, sort of, but there are lots of twists and turns and the language is lovely. If you look for translations, I can recommend the ones by Royall Tyler.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Interesting: There's an interview going on right now on the national Today morning news show. A woman who can see dead people is on. She says, Sure, I can see dead people all the time. Yes, here in the studio.

She says she bridges the living and the dead, and that she usually keeps her walls up and lives her life, but if someone needs her, she can help.

Imagine, she says, if you try to talk and no one can see you and no one can hear you. But I can, so I can help.

She's been studied, with impressive results, for four years at two major universities.

She says, If your grandmother dies in her sleep at 93, there's no trauma. It's the ones who have traumas who need help.

You can see dead people on the street? Here in the studio? asks the interviewer.

Sure, she says. Yes.

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

Watching this woman being interviewed, I thought again about the latest brain studies, which seem to offer a physical explanation for OBE.

I think, just like there are people who are savants with numbers, so are there people who can see other dimensions.

If Jesus's words were true, then he surely was very psychic--why not? I've met a very good psychic. He plucked things out of my life that he couldn't possibly have known about (he'd never met me, didn't know I was coming).

Jesus said (paraphrased) that there were other worlds around us, that the Kingdom of Heaven was all around us, but that we didn't see it.

He told people their secrets. He told the woman at the well about her many husbands.

I think our brains are just part of it. Like radios--they are transmitters.

Have you ever read Depak Choprah? He says the body is a mechanism that is inhabited by mind. He says, have you ever fallen asleep on your arm and felt it to be alien to you, like a cold fish?

He says our bodies are clothing for our minds.

And Carl Sagan, perhaps more cynically, said our bodies were festooning for DNA, so it could walk around and evolve...

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I must clarify:

Jesus probably never said anything so happily succinct as "There are other worlds all around us." That was wishful thinking on my part.

What I do recall his saying (perhaps in a renegade gospel like Thomas) was something like: The Kingdom of Heaven is all around you, and you don't see it.

He also referred to other sheep, not of this fold, which I find a beautiful and intriguing statement that could mean anything--other continents? Other planets? Other dimensions?

Or it could be all wishful thinking on the part of a scribe in the year 400.

[kaysho.livejournal.com]

Which begs the question, if one is stuck, how does one get unstuck?