God, Heaven and all that. Do you believe? I do, (I have two godchildren), but then sometimes I don’t, then I have to seek conversations with the curates from our local church. By its very nature, religion is very spiritual and a bit well, spooky I suppose. All sorts of odd thing happen, like babies jumping into Mary’s womb (there’s a Candlemass reference for you), the angels who came down and took Jesus up to Heaven and the Resurrection. All a bit odd. I am confused by religion generally, I like to believe in the idea of Heaven. But what about ghosts?
I am convinced I saw a ghost or two when I was a child. This is a whole blog post in itself and for another time. When Boy was very small, we went through a phase where he was absolutely convinced he saw a nasty man standing in our living room. I mean more than 30000000% sure, it was very difficult to dissuade him from it and it really put me on edge. It’s odd, because I like to think I am quite perceptive and sometimes I wonder what I have seen, or have a very uneasy feeling. I put this down to spending a lot of time working with human bones. I have, you see, seen some very disturbing things during the course of my career. I suspect that these things have had an impact on me mentally.
For instance, I once dug up a cemetery where, some of the bodies were, well, lets say this; a little bit preserved. I have probably dug up or had direct physical contact with more than 700 dead humans. I have seen bodies in all sorts of states of preservation, some embalmed some chopped up. The museum specimen of a sectioned human torso springs to mind. It’s interesting work, but mentally, if you mull it over a lot, it can begin to disturb you, just a little bit! I don’t think about it, that’s the best way.
Anyway, on Saturday I popped around to the shop. The hubby seemed a little bit odd and quiet on my return. I thought nothing of it, he has been struggling with a painful shoulder injury. We are all tired, it’s been stressful of late. This morning he told me he was sure he saw a lady walk across the living room. In the exact same spot, as the boy tells me he sees things. When we moved into the house we redecorated and found psalms written on the walls. Would you start to feel worried?
I don’t think there is anything malevolent and out of interest some time ago I looked into the history of our house and its land. Basically, our house was built in 1968 on land that had been farmland until that point. Previous to that there was a Pre-Roman Iron Age settlement, this has been excavated and our house sits straddling the boundary to the settlement ditch. Nothing major there, no burials or anything. This is unlike one house locally which I notice has been sold 4 times in the last 7 years. In fact, since we excavated the land and found a stone Roman coffin essentially in their front garden- which remains there.
It’s the mid-point of winter at the moment, a mysterious and magical time historically. I am told that children can be very perceptive, that they can attract things, cause energy even become the focal point of poltergeist activity especially when there are moments of stress in the house. This is all weird, but could supernatural things be happening in our house? Or do we all just need some sleep? I’m seriously wondering about getting our house blessed, is this madness?