If you know the origins of Halloween, then you know that the Festival of Samhaim is a celebration of the Celtic New Year. The druids believed that the spirit world is closest to our own as their year draws to a close and the days grow shorter. Of course, Halloween has become more of a fun, festive holiday in our times, but it raises an interesting question: are you superstitious?
By and large, I’m not. In fact, I didn’t even believe in ghosts until I seriously read The Bible and noted that yes, it acknowledges that not only do ghosts exists, but so do many matters of other things related to witchcraft, magic, and divination – we’re just told to stay away from that. It seems that there’s a lot more out there than we see or realize. It also seems that it doesn’t have to bother us if we don’t let it.
I can’t say I believe in zombies, vampires, werewolves, Yeti, or the Lock-Ness Monster, but I do now believe that there’s a lot more even around us than we realize. I also realize that it’s not bothering me. Maybe I’m not capable of sensing it. Maybe it leaves me alone because I don’t want to. Either way, it’s fine with me. I’m getting along fine without all that Spirit-world stuff, and the way I see it, I can stay on my side of the line as long as they stay on their side. It works out.
Still, I don’t believe this makes me superstitious. I can come up with a laundry list of reasonable explanations for all the things that go bump in the night (most of which are nocturnal critters outside being themselves), and frankly I don’t think a ghost could get through to me if they screamed in my face. The reason for this is the same as the reason why I refuse to have a bucket list: I’m too busy living and enjoying life to worry about death, dying, and whatever’s already passed on. Your side of the line, ogey-boogeys. You make for writing great fiction, but you can’t live here. In my reality, you’re relegated to fiction. This is my world. It belongs to me and everybody living right now. And I’m busy doing stuff. “The other side” is not my business right now.
That’s all today. Take care, and enjoy your week.
Bye!
By and large, I’m not. In fact, I didn’t even believe in ghosts until I seriously read The Bible and noted that yes, it acknowledges that not only do ghosts exists, but so do many matters of other things related to witchcraft, magic, and divination – we’re just told to stay away from that. It seems that there’s a lot more out there than we see or realize. It also seems that it doesn’t have to bother us if we don’t let it.
I can’t say I believe in zombies, vampires, werewolves, Yeti, or the Lock-Ness Monster, but I do now believe that there’s a lot more even around us than we realize. I also realize that it’s not bothering me. Maybe I’m not capable of sensing it. Maybe it leaves me alone because I don’t want to. Either way, it’s fine with me. I’m getting along fine without all that Spirit-world stuff, and the way I see it, I can stay on my side of the line as long as they stay on their side. It works out.
Still, I don’t believe this makes me superstitious. I can come up with a laundry list of reasonable explanations for all the things that go bump in the night (most of which are nocturnal critters outside being themselves), and frankly I don’t think a ghost could get through to me if they screamed in my face. The reason for this is the same as the reason why I refuse to have a bucket list: I’m too busy living and enjoying life to worry about death, dying, and whatever’s already passed on. Your side of the line, ogey-boogeys. You make for writing great fiction, but you can’t live here. In my reality, you’re relegated to fiction. This is my world. It belongs to me and everybody living right now. And I’m busy doing stuff. “The other side” is not my business right now.
That’s all today. Take care, and enjoy your week.
Bye!
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