I have turned up again in a different guise with a matching attitude. It either is or it feels like a whole year since I have posted or even sat down and put pen to paper as it were. The Rip Van Winkle effect and don’t forget Rip Van Winkle is an “alien abduction” story complete with faster than light travel. I’m not quite sure why I haven’t written? Its not from a lack of adventures and the often bizarre things that join our merry outings. It wasn’t from the lack wanting to spin a jolly tale. Its not due to some artificial time crunch I was subject to. Then why, what , where, when and how have I managed to put aside something I love to do, my singular artistic outlet, for reasons I don’t know or maybe reasons I know all too well.
I have tried to blame career and life changes (I retired from a huge company after 21 years) and even though I was unprepared mentally for this change I cannot in good faith use this event as a crutch to excuse myself. Was simply not being able to see the forest due to the trees in my face (not to be confused with if a tree fall is the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?)
If not for the kindness and love Ms. Marsha has shown me I have no doubt I’d be a blithering idiot by now. I have come to deal with it in my own way which more often than not has led to conflict, the kind of which leaves you and those around you drained. Thank you my love I’m still here just evolving and adapting. Even I find it strange that I didn’t use my writing as a means to calm the beast within. The point is I could analyze it until I was blue in the face and never discover the answer, an exercise in futility.
It being 01/01/2018 I now have an artificial disembarkation point with which I can jump back into my art and quit with the Sigmund Freud self induced psychotherapy, time is new and writing is a passion. So New Years resolution, you artificial construct, I will use you to my advantage and throw down, get a bootstrap in each hand and pull.
Time to dip my toes back into the pool! There has been no lack of events or paranormal encounters, in fact they as they have since my “battery” Ms. Marsha came into my life. The classic M.O. of the paranormal (start small and finish big) opened and belched out human spirits, who were soon followed into our reality by a myriad of (I don’t even know what to call them) creatures, monsters, angels, demons, elementals, shadow people, skin walkers (these labels mean nothing for several reasons the very least of which is that THEY ARE ALL THE SAME THING!! the same PHENOMENA presented to us individually and preying on our fears) By definition the alien mind is just that, alien, a thing we can never know or even conceive of much less conceive of so in a fundamental way “ghost hunting” is a futile attempt to know the unknowable. A mere game designed not to educate but to entertain us.
So as reasons can be excuses, excuses should never be reasons. Thanks to Ms. Marsha the love of my life and my wonderful daughter who is one of the bravest people I know, Ms. Michaela, I am coming to terms with retirement, taking baby steps back to a worthwhile and sometimes ground breaking endeavor, the recording for posterity of our adventures, in truly one of the most haunted parts of the world I have ever seen, Cincinnati, Ohio and its environs. It brings to mind trials for a new drug that are conducted outside the lab for the first time, you cannot know nor predict with a reasonable certainty, how this drug functions in a world of chaos theory and quantum physics, where the only prediction you can make is that in the real world things will behave differently.
Idle these past days as far as the actual writing process goes, Ms. Marsha and me did not grow roots and play turnip, the exploration, the observation and the contemplation were in full swing. The activity escalating, the creatures morphing, the “high strangeness” in full blown overdrive keeping us on our toes and in a constant state of motion, a dance with the dead (although friends we all know this “my dead relative” thing is quite common and as we come to some realizations about the nature of the phenomena). Full blown apparitions, shadows that are intelligent, giants, gnomes, shape shifting beings, coincidences, demons, singing from unoccupied dwellings, nuns who seem to appear on our streets (walking a dog and then being absent for months, really) only to disappear and yes the classic human sprit. All of these playing their parts like a tight knit orchestra.
I did not do any official posting during my troubles but I did keep a kind of paranormal diary. I like to keep my postings current as they are fresh in my mind and simply blogging my diary entries seems like a step backward to me. I may throw one or two into my future posts for continuities sake but keeping my eye on the prize I will do my best to move forward. Their value as evidence is noteworthy and the learnings we gathered jewels on our crowns. I do see some limited value in chronicling them here as case studies, for instance I learned, that when I truly come into contact with the paranormal that I become sick at my stomach, literally falling to my knees and vomiting, and for 48 hours afterward, I am so drained getting out of bed is a chore. This goes for the good, the bad and the ugly experience (hence I hypothesize that all paranormal activity is at a basic level the same phenomena emanating from the same space/time hence the exact same biological reaction in me). I know its really happening or is about to happen due to my physical reactions. Cause and effect apply as a universal principle.
So come closer kiddies , don’t be afraid, there is nothing there in the dark that isn’t there in the light (to be continued)… “sound of penny rolling across the floor and wobbling to rest”