So, ghosts are unimaginably malicious and supposedly
caught only at night when we are alone and vulnerable to
imagination and the suggestions loneliness can inspire.
Yet, I have never known this to be accurate.
We live in the smallest town in Newfoundland and maybe
a little isolated but there is a series of encounters that
have made my self proclaimed logical scientific mind accept
the experiences as, if not natural in terms of science,
being common and real.
I was surprised and relieved to hear sensitivity mentioned
in the movie “The Shipping News.” It helped add a broader
acceptance to this and deepen the mystery. My mother and I
seem sensitive to those that recently departed and even
those about to leave this world. Or at least aberrations
seem to happen around the time of someone’s leaving us.
On her return from a February evening walk, I had heard my
mother say to my grandfather it was strange he was sitting
on the couch when he was just outside stacking wood and
told her there was a lot he had cut in someplace other than
his usual spot, enough for a winter.
He agreed there was more wood in that spot and laughed, but
a few minutes later, he was dead.
Next morning I was walking with an uncle and my younger
brother when we saw a large blue ball of shimmering light
appear, fall to the ocean, and, after breaking into seven
smaller balls, dissipated before touching the calm morning
water, never making a sound.
Eight months later a friend and I walked outside in the
starry dark of an autumn night to see half a rainbow appear
at apex then travel downward to disappear from that point
after the bottom went behind the trees. It was in the
direction of the graveyard and when told, our story was
explained as its being someone who had died in Ontario that
morning amid controversy over his family’s inability or
unwillingness to bury him at home. People accepted the as
being the truth.
When my grandmother died, I was sitting with a friend at my
mother’s house when a knock came on the door…twice. Second
time I was in no hurry to go out to see nobody was there,
but went after three more sets of three knocks…still nobody
there. So, we went out for the evening.
A older friend of my grandmother’s came that morning to ask
why my grandmother was outside her house walking around
talking to herself while wearing a brown dress with a white
blouse, she was supposed to be in hospital. These were the
clothes my grandmother was to be buried in and the lady I
am talking about had no idea grandmother had died.
Another relation died and before my mother found out, she
had asked a friend to come see someone walking around the
graveyard just across the road from the house. The person
had ignored the gate, jumped the fence, walked in, and
seemed to be looking for someone special but had gone in
the few seconds mother’s attention was on the other lady.
It hasn't stopped although I have been away from the
country for years. I got the call to come home to see my
never before met dad before he died. There had been some
problems getting the news to me in China so when I heard, I
left right away only to spend the night in Vancouver with
friends. As I was on China time, I was awake at 12:45 am
and overcome by a need to be outside. I walked out to sit
on the steps and closed my eyes in a feeling of nausea I
had never experienced before. It lasted a long time, and
when my eyes were closed I saw a door, huge and heavy
looking and although so very bright, I could see detail.
The door stayed for a few seconds before starting to close
together from the corners until only a slit remained before
the light finally turned off. I became physically ill and
after a few minutes walked inside to see it was just after
1:00 am. My father was pronounced dead at 5:35 am
Newfoundland time, 1:05 am in Vancouver.
Of course, I told my mother this and she revealed how he
had been there twice in the past two weeks. First time it
happened at 5:30am, about a week before, and then at 5:30
the morning he died. She knew this, as this is when her
husband gets up for work. A knock had come on the front
(never used) door just before the alarm rang. Waking both,
and upon inspection, nobody was found and there were no
tracks in the half meter of snow on the deck.
Although I would rather see death notices by e-mail or in
the papers, it seems there are events we cannot explain. I
would love to see something like this when someone is born,
what a way to come into the world but whatever makes it
happen it is not scary as ghost stories usually are.
Instead, it has slowly become a fact of death, totally
acceptable and worth talking about.
Contact me here: tonylyver@canada.com
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