Hi. I definitely believe in ghosts, but a part of me also thinks some things can be caused by a gas leak/chemical leak, and exposed electrical wires. But my question is, do you believe in the paranormal/ghosts/demons?
I don’t exactly believe in spirits. But… when I was 10 I had a friend over while our parents went out. I ran upstairs to grab something out of my room. There was a woman sitting on the living room couch in full Victorian dress. I assumed someone was checking on us so I approaches her. Then I noticed she was slightly glowing and partially transparent. Then she looked up and I bolted. She was looking at a Victorian-era picture book. Maybe another dimension leaking through? No idea. We also had a poltergeist that would call out our names, mess with TVs and radios, etc. That went on for about 10 years until one day I demanded they stop.
There’s a group with a spelling error in the title? Wow. I hope they can fix it.
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Nope. I also don’t really get the need for ghosts as an explanation. As in, I don’t encounter things in real life that need more of an explanation than physics. Obviously, there’s going to be YouTube videos and whatnot, which look supernatural, but even if those aren’t fake, they have no relevance in my life.
To me “do you believe in ghosts?” and “do you believe in UFOs?” are basically the same question.
It depends how loaded the word “ghost” (or UFO) is in your mind.
Do I believe we have an immortal soul, or that consciousness can exist outside of a human or animal brain? Do I believe in angels, demons, spirits and entities etc? Absolutely not.
But do I believe that people who aren’t lying, and are being 100% genuine, truthfully report seeing things we cannot explain? Yes. Whether it’s pure hallucination of the human mind or something else that is genuinely being witnessed I don’t know and don’t suggest to know.
As proof that “ghosts” don’t actually need to be anything to do with the dead, I saw my mum at home once as a child, when she wasn’t really there at the time. She’s was wearing clothes she owned, but not what she was wearing that day. She was and still is very much alive. I’ve always remembered that I didn’t make this up, but the memory is too distant and vague at this point for me to put any real trust in it now.
Maybe I genuinely saw something unexplainable. Or maybe our brain hardware that generates the reality we perceive around us can occasionally vividly generate what isn’t really there. Who knows.