Holiday Cheer

As we're here anyway, on the topic of gifts, I'd like to give YOU a gift. (Alan holds out some crayon-scribbled paper.) It's not wrapped or anything but, as you can see, I chose it just for you. Hope ya like the color purple because it's the only crayon I had. Happy happys you!

A Ghost Story (Ooh Ahh)

My Statement On The Dearly Departed (from Traveling, the online book):
"I would say that traveling has influenced my belief of life after death. I don't think that traveling is the same thing, but it does point to its existence. A travel goes beyond a psi-related incident. The consciousness exists beyond the flesh. Therefore, the question regarding death is where does the consciousness go?"

Now that you've re-read that statement, I'm gonna tell you a cool story of my encounter with a ghost. (Scary music begins to play and bats fly around because that's what bats do.)

A Ghostly Tale O' Traveling

For a time, when I was a teen, I became interested in thoughts of assisting others while I was nonphysical. My desire was to be useful with my odd ability. This interest appeared to pan out, in that I did indeed visit those who seemed in need of some council and kind words.

My helpful visits ran the full spectrum. They included a travel to a downtrodden gent whose small novelty store was going under, a travel to a woman whose biggest concern was her fancy-shmancy dinner party, and the following travel that really surprised me.

It was late afternoon when I was drawn out-of-body to the young woman's home. She sat quietly on a couch by the window, wringing her hands. She was also nonphysical. (You may visit someone who is awake or asleep. They may be in or out of their physical.) After a bit, she looked up at me as if I had been there all along and she spoke.

She asked if I would speak with her brother in the next room. She said that she needed him to leave her house. She loved him but he had been there for such a long time, and she couldn't bring herself to tell him. So, I agreed to speak with him.

I entered the next room and saw the brother upon his bed. He was sitting up, his back to a pillow. He looked as if he would have been uncomfortable in any position. He was asleep and physical, yet I spoke to him anyway.

"Your sister would like you to leave now. She loves you but she says it's time to go." I could see the sleeping brother slide just a bit out of physical, still looking drawn and tired. I continued. "Your sister wants her home back. She can't bring herself to ask you, but she wants you to please leave now." With those words, the brother slowly poured out onto the floor. I watched as his nonphysical collected itself. He then headed for the far wall and went through, exiting the house. I followed, leaving his physical behind.

We soon reached an area of trampled pasture. He stopped and turned to say four words. "I love my sister." Then, he vibed right past my perception. A quick shimmer and he was gone.

I returned to the home of the sister following the brother's quick departure, as I really had no idea what the heck I had just done or witnessed. It seemed to me that the brother had simply traveled off to somewhere else for a while, but would be returning eventually.

The sister was still nonphysical upon the couch and nonphysical tears fell from her face. She said that she could feel that her brother was gone. Again, I didn't understand, for he was still in the next room, physically upon the bed.

She sensed my confusion and tried to explain. She told me that she felt so awful for her brother and that she felt guilty. After all, her brother was dying. (Oh, now I get it!) He needed her care. But the burden of caring for him was too great. It had gone on for so many years. She felt her life was slipping away with his. But at last, through me, she had saved them both. Without understanding the nature the situation, I had convinced him to take a nonphysical travel, permanently. I had convinced him to die.

The End.

Okay, so that's not really a ghost tale, as that would involve hauntings and ectoplasmic fun. But at least the brother had the potential of ghosting. I think his name was Casper. (I'm kidding. I have no idea what his name was.)

It's my opinion that the brother went on to where the consciousness goes when the physical gives out. Maybe it's just time to get a new car. See, I don't need a new car yet 'cause I'm still a young man. (Alan tempting fate:)

UNNGG!!!
Alan clutches his wrists.
Severe Carpel Tunnel Syndrome!!!
Physical body overloading!
ERGGGG!!!!
Alan collapses in an undignified heap.
The examiners come.
They laugh a bit at my undignified heap and tow my old car away.
I get a new car off the showroom floor.

- - -

.

.

.

.