Some time ago, my family was visiting Tombstone, Arizona. I was doing a bit of ghost hunting…seeing if the place was really haunted or if it was just a marketing ploy. I was also doing a bit of EMF Sensitivity research.
One of the more significant experiences I had was when a ghost touched my left shoulder as I was exiting the Bunk House. In addition to the physical feeling that someone had laid a hand against my skin, a mildly unpleasant feeling caused by an electrical current passed across my shoulders and down my spine.
Fast forward to this evening. After posting a blog to my primary site, I sat listening to tunes and relaxing. Even as I was laying red on black during a hand of FreeCell, my mind was considering some of what went into that other blog. In particular, the opinion that corporate should keep its money grubbing hands out of the creative process and let the artists do what they do best instead of trying to make them over into someone’s vision of the next Oprah, Nirvana, Katy Perry …
As if there could ever be another Kurt Cobain or Oprah or Katy or…Jim Morrison or Jimi Hendrix or Janis Joplin…
Ahhhh, the ghost has put in an appearance. As I write in Angels and Engineers, I happened upon the ghost of a musician while staying at the Hard Rock Café Hotel in Las Vegas.
I don’t mention the name of the hotel in the book. I wasn’t ready for that yet…
After his gaining permission (and my extending an invitation), the ghost “followed us home” and has intermittently been with us ever since. Of late, he has been gone more often than not, and more than once I wondered if he’d transitioned to the next level.
This evening, when a rather sharp and painful jolt of electricity suddenly sliced across my shoulders, I realized he hadn’t left this plane.
God, I hate that. Being sensitive to electromagnetic frequencies, I can’t say I enjoy the feeling of such a zap, even if it means a potentially pleasant encounter with a [familiar] spirit. In fact, the experience leaves my body so juiced up I need to find a way to ground the excess out or face the fact I’m going to have to sit in pain indefinitely.
It can be anywhere from minutes to hours before the pain recedes.
I’m sure there is a connection between the fact that I am able to perceive ghosts, am an EMF Sensitive, and that I was able to know that I’d met the man I was going to marry from the moment I touched his hand. But it’s not all beer and skittles…
Sharing the space with a ghost can be a shocking experience…literally…and anyone who has been zapped by electricity knows this isn’t necessarily a fun and happy time.
What do the ghosts think? I don’t think they really care. I mean they seem to generally like me – at least this guy does – but he doesn’t seem empathetic to my distress.
He just said – and I quote – I’m not.
His attitude is more of “…and you’re point would be…?”
Then again, this is the guy who dropped a spider on my face while I was getting dressed. He’d do any little brother proud.
