Ghost Stories

This is an ill advised theme,  it should really stretch me out.  As I grab thoughts and sort through my mind...

I remembered this one time, I got spooked really badly.  I looked over and a child's face was pressed against our bedroom window.  It's an urban apartment, not that unusual to have peeps outside your window.  But we lived on the second floor.  I rushed to the window, and there was no ladder, no boxes. no kids scampering away on top of each other giggling.  It was silent outside.

okay weird


I don't believe in ghosts.  I believe in logic and science and sensible explanations.  Even when I have experiences to the contrary.  I believe in sense.


We went to a charismatic church for a sing along.  It was one of those earnest churches where people try to convert you and check out if you are saved.  Very obnoxious bunch those Cursillo  peeps. Pushy and intolerant for all their glad-handing and back slapping.

But they have joy and they practice healing and the laying on of hands. and well we were spies from another church, always up for a new experience.  Adventuresome.

I lose myself easily in music.  The choir was kicking it that Wednesday night.  They were warmed up and going to town on some gospel song, not in the Episcopalian hymnal. 

I was kneeling as I recall, and looked up to the altar, when I noticed a pinkish filmy cloud appear as the song went into its climax.   I tried to nudge Danny to see if he could see it to.  It was an angelic happy plasma of swirling joy but it was visible as least to me.  I was delighted and watched it swirl around and change direction before vanishing.  It had streaks of gold in it and pink and a color like baby blue and beiges, and whites.  The closest thing I know in real life is the surface of a soap bubble caught in sunlight.

I mentioned it later to the crowd, rather timidly.   That spirit filled bunch: some  looked at me with disbelief, some with speculation and one said.  I think I saw it too.

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Danny and I used to have dreams that meshed together, when we were younger.  I had forgotten this one. ...

I woke up with a vision of an Angel hovering over our headboard.  White feathered wings, the whole nine yards.  I wake up Danny and I whisper, there's an Angel above us.  He opens one eye, looks and says. I see it too.

Then we both fall back to sleep like nothing weird had just happened.  Just another night with an angel hovering round.


smiles