A ghost story...

I was sitting here minding my own business.  I was playing with the toys in the house.  I was minding my own business.   Then, you came and brought others with you.  When you came in it disturbed me.  At first you left me alone, but after a while you became more and more boisterous whenever I played with my toys.  After a while I got tired of your noise and I tried to tell you to stop but you wouldn’t listen to me.  In fact, things got worse.  Oh, it was okay during the day when you left, but you always came back.  One time you were gone for a week, and I began to think you had left for good, though I don’t know why I thought that, you had left all your things and I should have known you were going to be back, but I had hope that I’d be left alone again.

I began to take the offensive.  I started playing at night.  I would run around up stairs making noise.  I’d open doors then slam them shut hard and loud.  It didn’t make me happy to have you cry or cower in fear, but you wouldn’t leave and my heart was growing cold and hard.

I didn’t ask for you to come here.  I couldn’t leave.  I had no place to go.  I could only live as I have for hundreds of years.

Last week you had some people come over with their strange tools and toys.  They seemed friendly enough.  They spoke to me with quiet voices, asking me questions and actually waiting for an answer.  I would accommodate them.  They would ask me to knock and I would knock.  They asked me my name and I told them.  They stayed one night, asking me questions and looking for me with their strange tools.  Then they were gone and you came back.

But things were different.  They had told me that I was scaring you.  I thought that was good, because that’s what I was trying to do.  They also told me that you didn’t want to bother me, just to understand me.  So, I changed my behavior.  I started only playing when you weren’t here.  I would sleep when you would.  I even ventured in when you were watching those images on your box and sit quietly beside you.  At first you were still disturbed, but I told you I only wanted the company.  I realized that I had been lonely and the sudden appearance of others scared me and I thought I’d be driven from the only home I had known.  That night with the strange people with the strange tools convinced me that it was okay that I was there and you were too.

Now, the only times I allow myself to be scary is on All Hallow’s Eve when you have your parties.  You always invite me and I feel honored that you do and I really do enjoy those parties.

I died in 1774 in the winter.  I had been walking from town to my house and I determined to take a short cut across the frozen river.  I had misjudged the thickness of the ice and fell through.  The water was horribly cold and I couldn’t swim.  I drowned, but I finally made my way home.  When I walked in through the front door, nobody could see me or hear me.  I realized then that I was dead, but I also had no place to go, so I stayed home.  I watched my family grow old and die.  I saw new people come and go until finally nobody came for many years.  Sometimes people would come in and look over the house and in a couple cases people moved in and fixed the house up, but they would always leave.  Then you came and it seemed you fell in love with my house.  You fixed things up again but I thought you’d leave and it made me bitter.  That’s why I did what I did.

You still can’t see me or hear me but you know I’m here.  You sometimes hear me walking around and you don’t panic.

Thank you for letting me stay and I’m sorry for scaring you so much.  Now I must leave.  A door opened up to me and I’m going to go through it.  Farewell family, though you’re not my blood relatives, your hospitality and your love has made me feel like I haven’t for a very long time.  I go on now to my new home and it looks like it’s going to be a loving home like this one has become.  Next time you hear footsteps upstairs or doors closing on their own, remember me, but realize it’s not me any longer.

James Hill.

A word (well more than a word) about Ghost Hunters

In case you didn't know, there's a show on the Syfy (formally sci-fi) channel called Ghost Hunters.  I have it set to record new episodes and I've always found it to be interesting.  I do realize that it's a taped show and that with creative editing anything is possible.  I have no idea how much editing goes into the show, but I noticed something on a recent episode where they went to New Castle, PA.  In one scene, Brit and Adam (2 investigators for TAPS - The Atlantic Paranormal Society) had placed 2 k2 meters at the end of a hall and they were standing at the other end bye a pair of doors (the doors were on their right).  At one point one of the k2 meters flashed red and you could see that Brit was standing nearest the doors.  They showed what was going on down the hall and came back to Brit and Adam who had switched places.  Now Adam was closest to the doors.  The other k2 meter went off and when they switched back Brit was closest to the door.  Were the switching places or were they retaping the events?  Usually when you see something a bit off, you know they were re-taping a scene and not everything got put back in the proper places.  Usually those things don't happen or they get re-taped again with everything in it's place and you never know.

I like the show, but now I do wonder how much rehearsing and retaping they do.

Any of my loyal readers have any ideas?

My head hurts...

A couple days ago I wrote about Sasquatch and UFOs.  It made my head hurt. 

Now my head hurts again because I just had another thought.

Fundamental Christianity believes that God is God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.  These three are individual aspects of God, yet they all make up God.  To some people this is difficult to accept and understand.  How can God be 3 beings and yet be One being?  For some people just taking this in faith is enough.  For others they can't wrap their brains around it.  It came to me a simple way to explain this and it would easy to understand in this context. 

The United States government is composed of 3 separate branches.  They are distinct in their duties and responsibilities and yet all 3 are needed to compose the Government.  We have the legislative branch which is responsible for passing laws and the spending of the money (regardless of how bad or good we think they do their job).  The executive branch is the branch responsible for enforcing the laws and the judicial branch which is the branch responsible for interpreting the laws to make sure they do not violate the Constitution of the United States.  Now if we didn't have one of those branches, the government would not work.

So that's a simple way of explaining the Trinity of God.  We have a trinity Government.   Granted that is a simplification of both God and the United States Government, but in my mind, it works.