October 21, 2017

Are Psychics and Ghosts Hinky?

Jesus on the wall of the senior Home

Image by freestone via Flickr

Welcome back, dark passengers. As you may have noticed, it’s not Tuesday. Unfortunately, the presence in my house didn’t learn how to do my taxes in time for the deadline. Maybe next year.

Today, we hear from guest blogger What a Girl Doesn’t Know about how she views the paranormal, psychics, ghosts and religion. She’s a wife, mother of two, preschool administrator…and she might even have a real name. Visit her site, What a Girl Doesn’t Know, to read more about her non-paranormal thoughts.

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I was only vaguely certain of what I wanted to write about when Jen asked for guest bloggers for the month. However, as I have thought on it for the last couple of days, my memories of childhood have become clearer. My family was not what you would call religious. They did not attend church, talk about church, or show any inclination toward wanting to either. The only time we talked about God was at Easter and when I really screwed up. Jesus was a vague sort of fellow who loved me – the Bible told me so – and was really sad when I lied.

Oh and He was born on Christmas, along with Santa Claus.

My experiences with the paranormal began very early in my life, and some of my strongest recollections are of these events. My family never discouraged psychic abilities, but instead firmly believed in their existence and encouraged us to be in tune with them. They were, in fact, a gift from the ambiguous God.

My earliest memory of such an event happened when I was seven years old and was visiting my Great-Grandmother. She was a devout Roman Catholic and refused to let me sleep on Sunday morning. I was to go to church, whether I liked it or not. She dressed me in the only skirt and blouse I’d brought, brushed my hair into some semblance of order, and took my unhappy little butt to mass.

We walked into the most beautiful place I had ever seen, a giant room full of gilded statuary and polished wood, where a magical thing played music from pipes and more people than I’d ever seen in one place were gathered together.  I sat, staring up at the larger than life crucifix, transfixed by the sad looking man there. As I stared, I watched him float up from the cross, drift down to the floor, and glide up the aisle to hover next to me. I smiled at him and said “I know you, you’re Jesus.” He smiled back, then put his finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. I nodded, and he hugged me, then floated back up to the cross to hang, sad and broken.

The second clear memory I have is at around 8 and we were moving from one trailer home to another (hi I’m a redneck) and while I was at school, my mom was packing up my things and walked into my room, opened up my closet and found the dozen or so Barbie heads that I had hung by their hair from the clothes rod.

As an aside, I hated Barbies and this was my small revenge against the people that had given them to me.

She screamed, and I heard her in my history class. I was in the middle of a test, and heard my mother scream my name, all three of them. My head shot up, and I looked around, didn’t see her and started to cry. The silent only-tears cry I was able to do when extremely upset and didn’t want anyone to know.

I have others but I have a word limit. I’ve been asked; do you really believe that people have psychic gifts, ghosts are real and the paranormal isn’t hinky? Well, yes, no, and yes to a degree.  I have experienced psychic phenomena, seen it in action and honestly if it didn’t exist, then why do we talk about it so very very much.

Ghosts, however, are different, I find it hard to believe that our spirits, our very souls, can be stuck on earth. If I believe the Bible and what it says then our souls head directly to Hell or Heaven depending on our choice to accept Christ as Lord and Savior, I lose a great deal if I believe that our souls can get stuck here on earth. And as to the paranormal, I think it depends on the person. I give heed to a great deal of it, but some of the people that actively practice are yes, indeed very hinky.

~What a Girl Doesn’t Know…

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Editor’s note: I’d just like to point out you were well within my suggested word count. I’ll not be held responsible for cutting you off in mid-thought – being hinky, sure…but not for cutting you off. ;)

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  1. star7 says:

    Thanks for sharing. It gave me chills! I could only imagine how it was experiencing that at such a young age.

  2. Jen Whitten says:

    I think it would’ve been nice to live in a house where people talked about this kind of thing and were accepting of it. I think it could’ve made some things a little easier on me growing up. Maybe not…I don’t know.

    Total side note, but when she made the comment about the “ambiguous God” I totally started hearing the theme song from SNL’s ‘The Ambiguously Gay Duo’ in my head. I miss good ol’ Ace and Gary. Okay, I’m shutting up now… :)
    .-= Jen Whitten´s last blog ..Alliance – Chapter 23 =-.

  3. What a Girl Doesn't Know says:

    Jen- It was often annoying, mostly because I wasn’t nearly as “gifted” as my sister, mother and grandmother were. I tried really hard to be good at it, but I think I was just too wrapped up in myself to give it more than a cursory try when asked.

    Now however, it makes it easier to accept things that happen in my day-to-day, and to understand that the human mind is so incredibly complex and that it is ok for mine to be different from others.

    Star7- :D It simply was. I look back on it now and think, whoa that stuff was intense, but in the middle of it all it just was. Though thinking about hearing my mom yell at me in history class still makes the hair on my arms stand up.

  4. Jen Whitten says:

    That makes sense. I’ve found that whenever I’m actively trying to work on an ability and think I might be making headway, someone close to me will suddenly be awesome at it without trying. Frustrating, to say the least.

    And seriously, how have I known you and your sister as long as I have and never knew this about y’all?
    .-= Jen Whitten´s last blog ..Top 10 Places to Find Ghosts =-.