my grandmother’s “ghost” used to smoke a pipe …. which was i would think, a nice way for a father to explain the mysterious smoke-smell when dad was supposed to be out at work …..
mysterious things happen, but largely due to mental fatigue and the PERCEPTION of that event. we see only the surface most days, of the thousand million variables that effect our lives. as animals that work to control our environment, we are in an odd position of hunting out as many variables as we can, in order to make corrections in living spaces.
when no definitive explanation is available, we make up one to fill the void. sort of like how you build around the missing piece of a puzzle by imagining what it WOULD look like. too many missing pieces, and that picture takes on a whole ‘nother set of reality and variables all to its own.
if they become stand-alone realities, we call that a delusion and cause for concern. if it becomes a mass delusion, with elements of acceptance —- we call ourselves “believers.”
the problem then lies, in the fact that when or if any mass delusion reaches proportions of convenience — the human will start creating missing pieces to that puzzle for the redundant purpose of maintaining non-explanations. the goal gets subverted, from cataloging ones surroundings, to creating false perceptions for an inclusive feeling with fellow “believers.” scientifically, this means you will be cataloging then ONLY those events and data that falls in line with your premise — while ignoring all other forms of data.
socially, this creates a “rube” …. a person who is easily fooled based on the parameters of their “belief.” ask how business is going for the candlemakers with saints painted on the glass …. or for astrology books. or for ghost shows, rides, exhibits. follow the money trail …… the pranks are done and continue to keep the money flowing. because she tells two friends, and she tells two friends …..
i have not found a single instance of para-normal (split-a-norm) that was not more easily explained with less fantastical data. feeding into hopes of continued existence after death plays into that, too. it’s all Oz ….. the man behind the curtain pulling the strings. don’t be fooled.
if ghosts really do appear, you’ll know it.
mostly, when life sends me things that make sense, i say thank you. and when it doesn’t …. i say “not again….”