Ghosts are everywhere. When I was a kid, Halloween sent us out swinging jack-o-lanterns at our sides. Our paper bags begged for candy. We knew ghosts were make-believe. Casper the Friendly Ghost or the scarier spooks of Rod Serling. Now, grown up and then some, I see we were wrong.
By David Stone
The irony of ghosts is that, if they are what people believed for millennia — that is, spirits of dead people and animals — they’d be imperceptible.
Our senses can’t see, feel, hear or smell anything that isn’t physical.
Sound waves and photons flow by the billions into our brains every second. They’re blended to make “reality.” Really, the world is not out there; it’s in here, between your ears.
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Our brains make order out of uncertainty, ignoring most of the deluge, making much out of little. Inherited mental templates aid the process.
Suggestions mushroom into complete things.
Scientists rarely admit that, as one result, a gazillion somethings go unnoticed. Evolution’s a minimalist undertaking, but the debris remains.
For one thing, you should not be able to see a ghost, and yet, like many thousands of others, I did.
A Ghost for Dinner
My ghost was independently verified by someone with an even better view. She saw more, including colors, enough to identify the visitor whizzing by.
We both looked up.
“Did you see that?”
Yes, we did.
Is there some crossover zone between physical and not physical where specters pop in and out of reality through some process we know nothing about?
You ever seen a ghost?
No, but you have heard of them…Bob Dylan, Spirit On The Water
It happens. People see ghosts all the time, and the shame is that fear of ridicule forces them into self-doubt or, worse, silence.
Ghosts Anywhere or Everywhere
When you try to verify whatever information is out there about ghosts, scientists scramble to defend their beliefs.
Science is faith based. Scientism maintains that everything can be observed and measured. Otherwise, it doesn’t exist. And if you think otherwise, you’re a loon hooked on woo-woo.
But that’s no more likely true than the claim that elves in trees make Keebler cookies.
You have to shake your head at the unscientific behavior of scientists. Close-mindedness is the tool of vulnerable belief systems.
If at it seems strange to accept that spirits live on after physical death, to some it feels even stranger to assume that they don’t.
Look at it this way: Is any life a terminal case so trivial it comes to nothing more than the body carting it around?
When that body goes, all the thought, emotion, wisdom, memory and connection to others, all the apparently nonphysical attributes, vaporizes?
That’s a stretch, and it doesn’t make sense.
Don’t we all sense there’s more to us than arms and legs carting around a mindful pumpkin on top? Why do we feel that, if there is no truth or insight in it?
Are we born delusional about our basic nature?
Proof In the Spooky Pudding
You can’t read a mainstream article about ghosts without running into: “There is no conclusive proof.”
Or something close to it. It’s true but far from a slam dunk.
If the standard is that we must see, feel, hear or touch anything for it to be real, you can throw love, hate and fear out the window.
But we know them, just the same.
There’s no proof for some of our most cherished, accepted beliefs. Disbelief in ghosts — or spirits — is a strange anomaly.
Are skeptics afraid of ghosts or the truth they carry with them?
Things We Accept with Less Proof
Let’s take an easy example. Nearly everyone believes in a world of things “out there.” People, trees, light bulbs and Bubba Gump fill it up.
But that ‘s never been proven. In fact, countless experiments say it isn’t so. Nothing exists as a real thing until it settles between our ears.
Everything we know about reality comes to us through our senses. Our brains throw away about 95%, chuck away the rest and paint a picture we take to be It, the real thing.
It ain’t out there until you push it out there with your thoughts.
You could be dreaming the whole damn thing. We know we can. When we sleep, we invent a reality out of nothing, snore by snore.
The only difference with the waking version may be inherited templates helping assemble similar realities and/or a shared consciousness that keeps us rowing this boat together.
We embrace the created reality we make. It suits us.
The Color of Ghosts All Around Us
One more example, just for fun…
Something is out there, of course, but it’s colorless, oderless and invisible.
But physicists tells us “something” isn’t really the right word. More potential than actual, whatever it is springs into something only when observed.
For you and me, that means seeing, feeling, touching, smelling or tasting it. And, yes, your cat gets in on the act.
That blue, the scent of a rose — your brain makes it up to distinguish one thing from the other. Those qualities don’t belong to some external forest of things already defined and ready to label. We put on all the labels and give them value.
Colors are what our eyes, optic nerve and internal brain make out of billions of photons caught in our web of awareness.
And you should already know that there’s a vast range of colors, ultra violet, for example. and sounds, like those used for dog whistles, our brains can’t do anything with.
Our limited processing abilities leave us blind and deaf to most potential realities.
Our senses are unable to catch most color ranges and sounds, though they are just as much there as the ones we do see and hear.
We throw all that way, but it doesn’t lessen possible realities. They just aren’t available to us.
But they might be to your cat. Or dog. Aardvark.
We can’t experience them directly, but they are as real as the ones we do.
Blame It On Evolution
Our senses never evolved to take in more because, most likely, it wasn’t worth the effort, economically speaking.
Why waste developmental energy for so little return? All we really need is enough awareness to keep from walking into trees while wandering around in search of nutrients.
There’s plenty we can’t prove. We can’t even prove that you and I see blue the same way in our minds’ eyes or even that music is the same for each of us.
We take it for granted. There’s no choice. But reality is intensely individual.
Like ghosts. It’s possible that you can’t see them unless you believe in them or have some special sensory gift.
One thing that always gives me chills is the story of Michael Newton’s epiphany on his way to discovery of what he calls “life between lives” or LBLs.
Before his retirement, Newton worked as a therapist using hypnotism and past life regressions to look for the roots of his patients’ emotional troubles.
A patient came to Newton for therapy over the agony of extreme loneliness.
Under hypnosis, she was regressed through several prior existences in search of the causes of her feeling so disconnected from people for whom she cared but could not identify.
Then, suddenly, still under hypnosis, she brightened.
Ghosts Are Everywhere: The Pudding
“There they are,” she told Newton, pointing to a corner of the room.
Newton saw nothing, but she described a crowd of familiar souls who came to greet her.
What past life was she in, right now? Newton asked.
But she wasn’t in one at all. She was in a different space, one more fundamental, it turned out, between them.
Neither extreme nor strange, ghosts are with us all the time, the core element of who and what we are. We are all, each of us, in part, ghosts.
That’s what we get from thousands of recorded stories collected by the Newton and his followers.
Intriguing, but it doesn’t explain everything.
We still don’t know why ghosts are believed to haunt specific places that have reputations generated by reported sightings.
Life between lives does not explain why we sometimes see spectral presences when it shouldn’t be possible.
But what it does is offer convincing evidence that a belief in ghosts does not amount to the kind of mental infirmity scientists suggest.
It suggests we’ll learn more as we look further.
It may be that all the evidence collected by Newton and his followers can be debunked and discarded as some sort of mass hysteria. I’m inclined to doubt it though.
After all, I had my own, verified sighting, didn’t I?
Halloween may flourish because, somewhere inside ourselves, we know something is true about the legends.
When you look at it objectively, isn’t it more unlikely that we made it all up out of nothing?