Have you ever seen a ghost?

[eXcessive]

I walked upstairs, towards my room. Before I grabbed the doorknob, an overwhelming sensation of paranoia and fear courses through me and I am suddenly convinced that there is someone waiting for me right behind the door. I push through the irrationality of it all and smirk to myself for how downright unreasonable my mind is sometimes. I grasp the doorknob and push it open a bit more swiftly than usual, trying to get the back of the door against the wall as fast as possible to set my mind at ease. Nothing. No one waiting for me. Quite a relief.

I step a bit farther into my room, towards my bed and in one second that seemed to be as still as a moment in a framed picture my lights shut off and streaks of white light crash through the ceiling and from out of the floors. My windows spider crack and shatter inwards, creating a violent blast of glass shards. Every single book from my bookshelf falls to the ground, one by one in a line that resembled something like a synchronized swimming team's routine. I get on my knees and put my head down. The sound of hundreds of small children laughing and screaming simultaneously makes me cringe. With my head huddled inward towards my knees, I'm rocking back and forth just praying for this to be over. It's so loud. It sounds like a tornado is being contained into just this one room. Please, be over.

Someone must have answered my prayers, because the noise has stopped and I feel like the room is normal again. With my head still in my lap, I feel someone gently touch my shoulder. I shudder away in one spastic movement out of pure fright. I summon the courage to open my eyes and turn around, and my gaze is met by black beads embedded into a face more distorted than my own mind. The nose is elongated, pulling downwards towards the chin, and her skin is reminiscent of sandpaper. I can see every grain in her face. She smiles, maybe even laughs - and her lips pull to very edge of her face and then the redness of her lips drips downward, turning into a bloody slash down her throat. No eyes. Never any eyes. Just this endless, black void that is so terrifying, you might as well be a statue. I refuse to let this phantom take me. Take my life, any of it. I claw and scratch at her face while trying not to look at it. My muscles are pumping with the pure adrenaline of intense, unadulterated fear. I spin my body and crash into a wall as hard as I can. I throw my whole body into it, hoping I can just dissolve into it and disappear. Gone, I want to be gone. Anywhere but here.

And that is the last thing I remember before I blacked out and was sent to the hospital. That woman was my mother, who heard my screaming and the commotion upstairs and came to check on me, knowing my condition. She has a small scar on her face to this day from where I clawed at her. So I guess it's not a ghost, but close enough maybe? Ten points if you can guess what disease my mind is split with.

[Gryeyes]

You see a transparent figure. You can not explain it. You can not reproduce it. You don't understand it. SO IT'S A FUCKING GHOST? That's your fucking logical leap? You're a dumbshit.

Who ever said that. I was merely pointing out that your strange grasp of logic makes such a situation "impossible" to even experience.

All kinds of mental disorders can cause people to believe that they see things or hear things or whatever. Are they really seeing Genghis Khan telling them to slay the hordes of mexicans jumping the fence into america? REALLY?

Yep human perception and reality as a whole is 100% subjective. So you have once again created a situation in which any possible proof can be discounted.

In closing, you're a dumbshit. I don't think anything else needs to be said. You have no proof of anything.

I have no proof of anything? I havent made any claims other than idiots are idiots whether their baseless beliefs are fore or against an unknown. See your projecting what you want to belief right here! The very thing you are deriding.

You have some evidence, and then you take it upon yourself to interpret that evidence how you choose to. There's no such thing as a ghost....you just created one to sate your mind.

Well yes the interpretation of experience is kinda what humans do. Thats a pretty astute observation there champ!

[TheCutlery]

Originally Posted by Gryeyes

Who ever said that. I was merely pointing out that your strange grasp of logic makes such a situation "impossible" to even experience.

YOU FUCKING SAID IT. Right here --

I see a transparent figure. I can not explain said experience through any known means. I cannot reproduce said experience. I dont understand said experience. That means said experience didnt happen? You cant possibly fucking believe that.

You're pointless to argue with. You have no clue what you're talking about. I'm not making something impossible to believe. You show me a ghost in a lab, show me it again, show it to my wife, show it to my girlfriend, and show it to the intern. You've given some pretty goddamned good proof of it. Then we can start talking about it's existence. I don't close the doors on any possibilities at all. You show me a ghost, I'll believe you. So far, no one's done it.

Look, there's a foundation out there that has a ridiculous amount of money set aside for something...I don't remember exactly what it is, whether it was telekinesis or telepathy or something like that. It basically boils down to "All you need to do is show me that you can do this, and the money is yours. You show up, do it in front of us under controlled conditions and the million dollars or whatever is all yours, no questions asked." To this date there have been zero entries that have even passed the first test. I'm absolutely 100% certain there is something like this set up for your fucking ghosts. If you believe it, go rake in the cash. Prove they exist and you stand to profit. Or you can sit here and argue on the internet like you know what the fuck you're talking about.

Well yes the interpretation of experience is kinda what humans do. Thats a pretty astute observation there champ!

Dumbass. People observed food rotting and forming maggots when it was exposed to air for many centuries, until some dude named Pasteur observed that if you put some cheesecloth over it, it doesn't form maggots. You don't get to interpret your observation alone. If you want to claim your observation is correct, that's one thing, but trying to tell everyone else that it is, is a completely different thing. It doesn't stand up to scrutiny, which is why you can not logically form that conclusion. Dumbass

[Zitar]

Originally Posted by TheCutlery

Look, there's a foundation out there that has a ridiculous amount of money set aside for something...I don't remember exactly what it is, whether it was telekinesis or telepathy or something like that. It basically boils down to "All you need to do is show me that you can do this, and the money is yours. You show up, do it in front of us under controlled conditions and the million dollars or whatever is all yours, no questions asked." To this date there have been zero entries that have even passed the first test. I'm absolutely 100% certain there is something like this set up for your fucking ghosts. If you believe it, go rake in the cash. Prove they exist and you stand to profit. Or you can sit here and argue on the internet like you know what the fuck you're talking about.

The One Million Dollar Paranormal Challenge.James Randi - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

[TheCutlery]

Originally Posted by Zitar

The One Million Dollar Paranormal Challenge.James Randi - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Excellent, thank you. I wouldda found it sooner or later.

[Gryeyes]

Originally Posted by TheCutlery

YOU FUCKING SAID IT. Right here --



You're pointless to argue with. You have no clue what you're talking about. I'm not making something impossible to believe. You show me a ghost in a lab, show me it again, show it to my wife, show it to my girlfriend, and show it to the intern. You've given some pretty goddamned good proof of it. Then we can start talking about it's existence. I don't close the doors on any possibilities at all. You show me a ghost, I'll believe you. So far, no one's done it.

Look, there's a foundation out there that has a ridiculous amount of money set aside for something...I don't remember exactly what it is, whether it was telekinesis or telepathy or something like that. It basically boils down to "All you need to do is show me that you can do this, and the money is yours. You show up, do it in front of us under controlled conditions and the million dollars or whatever is all yours, no questions asked." To this date there have been zero entries that have even passed the first test. I'm absolutely 100% certain there is something like this set up for your fucking ghosts. If you believe it, go rake in the cash. Prove they exist and you stand to profit. Or you can sit here and argue on the internet like you know what the fuck you're talking about.

The situation i presented was hypothetical to show how your grasp of "logic" was that of a fucking idiot. And while im trying to find a coherent meaning in your little temper tantrum im just not seeing it. So things that cant be objectively verified in a laboratory are impossible thats your "logic" and rational conclusion. Holy fucking stupid. The test you are talking about is the amazing randy. But once again you dont seem able to really grasp what im saying which isnt really surprising.

You discount even the possibility of anything that cant be verified in a laboratory setting...fucking idiot.

You dont seem to understand the fact that i have neither a belief fore nor against ghosts. Its possible but ill reserve judgement till i have a basis for an opinion.

Also me "showing" you a "ghost" in a lab would prove it? You already said that the human mind can create and perceive anything it wants. You have discounted direct perception of something as being a valid means to "prove" it. Make up your fucking mind.

Dumbass. People observed food rotting and forming maggots when it was exposed to air for many centuries, until some dude named Pasteur observed that if you put some cheesecloth over it, it doesn't form maggots. You don't get to interpret your observation alone. If you want to claim your observation is correct, that's one thing, but trying to tell everyone else that it is, is a completely different thing. It doesn't stand up to scrutiny, which is why you can not logically form that conclusion. Dumbass

what in the holy fuck are you driveling about? Draw what conclusion. Obviously my theoretical example of seeing a ghost flew right the fuck over your little head hahah

[TheCutlery]

Million Dollar Challenge FAQ¿-¿James Randi Educational Foundation

Here ya go bud. Knock yourself out. 44 years and no one's ever been able to prove anything "Paranormal." In fact, no one's even tried.

I'd say that's pretty fucking good proof.

[Gryeyes]

Originally Posted by TheCutlery

Million Dollar Challenge FAQ - James Randi Educational Foundation

Here ya go bud. Knock yourself out. 44 years and no one's ever been able to prove anything "Paranormal." In fact, no one's even tried.

I'd say that's pretty fucking good proof.

hahaha So your standard of proof seems to have been lowered to a magicians internet challenge! Shocking how fast ones standards lower for "evidence" they for some unfathomable reason believes supports them.

And thats incorrect people have "tried". He was even sued once by one of the participants. But shockingly this has absolutely no bearing on anyting seeing as how ive repeatedly said i have no beliefs regarding the existence or non-existence of ghosts. You can fucking read right?


Edit: Princeton Engineering Anomalies Research you asked for controlled laboratory conditions here ya go. Let me guess you will move the bar of acceptable research right?

[TheCutlery]

Originally Posted by Gryeyes

what in the holy fuck are you driveling about? Draw what conclusion. Obviously my theoretical example of seeing a ghost flew right the fuck over your little head hahah

I tend to skip steps when I get annoyed with fucktards. This is something you should have learned in school.

People noticed that when they left meat out sitting around that maggots formed on them, seemingly out of nowhere. Normal people concluded that maggots could form when meat came into contact with air.

Enter Lewis Pasteur. He leaves some meat in a jar, puts some cheesecloth over the top of it. Lo and behold, no maggots form on the meat...because flies can't get to it to lay eggs. Pasteur proved to the unwashed masses that air + meat =/= maggots.

That's the problem with making an observation alone. If you're in your room late at night, yeah, i'm sure you think you saw a ghost. If you're in a lab, and 300 people see the ghost, that's a COMPLETELY different thing. Using logic and saying that ghosts don't exist because no one has ever documented one in a scientific manner does not preclude their existence -- it makes them very unlikely. It is still thoroughly possible that evolution isn't true. Maybe someone finds a 375 million year old human skull buried in the arctic. That would be some pretty compelling evidence. But we don't have that skull. What we have instead is a MOUNTAIN of evidence leaning the other direction, towards the preclusion that evolution is true. It's a goddamned good theory.

Ghosts don't exist. There is zero non anecdotal evidence supporting them. There's a 1 million dollar sum that's been waiting for 44 years to be claimed if you can show people a ghost. You can't offer a shred of proof that they do exist, and yet, still, this does not mean that I won't believe it if you do manage to conjure up some proof.

Dude, I'm gonna say this nicely. You're a moron. You don't grasp the things you say. You don't use logic in the way you think -- you take "Logical Leaps" and skip steps to come back around and prove your own argument, in your head. Being of one opinion does not mean i'm not entitled to change it. Show me a ghost, I'll change my opinion on the matter. Until then, ghosts don't exist.

[Gryeyes]

Originally Posted by TheCutlery

Lots of irrelevant stupidity

Oh i see your still fucking confused by my example story illustrating your stupidity gotchya. But no examples of mass hysteria and such are common. There are multiple examples of large groups of people "seeing" ghosts,UFO's,bigfoot,jesus etc etc. You can always discount any evidence by hiding behind the subjective nature of perception and reality. But ive given an example of the "paranormal" in a labotory setting directly above. I await your blubbering and excuses to rationalize your beliefs.

What you dont seem to understand is that i agree with what you are saying regarding science and the fallibility of human perception. What i disagree with is the faulty belief that something doesnt exist because it cant be empirically substantiated. That its just not possible because it hasnt been "proven" thats why you are a fucking moron. The very possiblity that something can be perceived and not substantiated in a laboratory setting doesn't even occur to you. Even the POSSIBILITY is beyond your ability to comprehend. You have already demonstrated you dont really understand science or logic so your beliefs arent grounded in that.

[TheCutlery]

I see a transparent figure. I can not explain said experience through any known means. I cannot reproduce said experience. I dont understand said experience. That means said experience didnt happen? You cant possibly fucking believe that.

You jumped a step.

You don't understand experience. That's where it ends.

What you're implying is that you saw a ghost, and that's where you're wrong.

Did it happen? Sure, your brain decided that you saw something.

Did you see a ghost? No, you fuckwad. You're not qualified to make that decision because there could be something causing your brain to interpret images as a ghost. Hundreds of thousands of people suffer from mental illness that cause them to see images. Are they all seeing ghosts? No, there's something wrong with their fucking head.

And there's obviously something wrong with yours.

[Gryeyes]

Originally Posted by TheCutlery

You jumped a step.

You don't understand experience. That's where it ends.

What you're implying is that you saw a ghost, and that's where you're wrong.

Did it happen? Sure, your brain decided that you saw something.

Did you see a ghost? No, you fuckwad. You're not qualified to make that decision because there could be something causing your brain to interpret images as a ghost. Hundreds of thousands of people suffer from mental illness that cause them to see images. Are they all seeing ghosts? No, there's something wrong with their fucking head. But i agree that there would be a pretty intensive evaluation period if i had such an experience before i would say i "saw a ghost" or that i understood what occured.

And there's obviously something wrong with yours.

I observed something that conforms to the deffinition of a "ghost". As i have repeatedly said you have created a belief that denies even the possiblity of proof being offered. In what situation can you not refute evidence on the grounds of "subjective perception"? Its a universal loophole to ignore any evidence you dont want to accept. Thats why you are fucking stupid...understand? But i do agree that if i had such an experience there would be an intensive evaluation before i believed i saw a "ghosts". But thats irrelevant to the point of the example.

edit: In that example i never "jumped" a step and said it was a ghost.

[spronk]

I took a large room, far up Broadway, in a huge old building whose upper stories had been wholly unoccupied for years, until I came. The place had long been given up to dust and cobwebs, to solitude and silence. I seemed groping among the tombs and invading the privacy of the dead, that first night I climbed up to my quarters. For the first time in my life a superstitious dread came over me; and as I turned a dark angle of the stairway and an invisible cobweb swung its slazy woof in my face and clung there, I shuddered as one who had encountered a phantom.

I was glad enough when I reached my room and locked out the mould and the darkness. A cheery fire was burning in the grate, and I sat down before it with a comforting sense of relief. For two hours I sat there, thinking of bygone times; recalling old scenes, and summoning half-forgotten faces out of the mists of the past; listening, in fancy, to voices that long ago grew silent for all time, and to once familiar songs that nobody sings now. And as my reverie softened down to a sadder and sadder pathos, the shrieking of the winds outside softened to a wail, the angry beating of the rain against the panes diminished to a tranquil patter, and one by one the noises in the street subsided, until the hurrying footsteps of the last belated straggler died away in the distance and left no sound behind.

The fire had burned low. A sense of loneliness crept over me. I arose and undressed, moving on tiptoe about the room, doing stealthily what I had to do, as if I were environed by sleeping enemies whose slumbers it would be fatal to break. I covered up in bed, and lay listening to the rain and wind and the faint creaking of distant shutters, till they lulled me to sleep.

I slept profoundly, but how long I do not know. All at once I found myself awake, and filled with a shuddering expectancy. All was still. All but my own heart -- I could hear it beat. Presently the bedclothes began to slip away slowly toward the foot of the bed, as if some one were pulling them! I could not stir; I could not speak. Still the blankets slipped deliberately away, till my breast was uncovered. Then with a great effort I seized them and drew them over my head. I waited, listened, waited. Once more that steady pull began, and once more I lay torpid a century of dragging seconds till my breast was naked again. At last I roused my energies and snatched the covers back to their place and held them with a strong grip. I waited. By and by I felt a faint tug, and took a fresh grip. The tug strengthened to a steady strain -- it grew stronger and stronger. My hold parted, and for the third time the blankets slid away. I groaned. An answering groan came from the foot of the bed! Beaded drops of sweat stood upon my forehead. I was more dead than alive. Presently I heard a heavy footstep in my room -- the step of an elephant, it seemed to me -- it was not like anything human. But it was moving FROM me -- there was relief in that. I heard it approach the door -- pass out without moving bolt or lock -- and wander away among the dismal corridors, straining the floors and joists till they creaked again as it passed -- and then silence reigned once more.

When my excitement had calmed, I said to myself, "This is a dream -- simply a hideous dream." And so I lay thinking it over until I convinced myself that it WAS a dream, and then a comforting laugh relaxed my lips and I was happy again. I got up and struck a light; and when I found that the locks and bolts were just as I had left them, another soothing laugh welled in my heart and rippled from my lips. I took my pipe and lit it, and was just sitting down before the fire, when -- down went the pipe out of my nerveless fingers, the blood forsook my cheeks, and my placid breathing was cut short with a gasp! In the ashes on the hearth, side by side with my own bare footprint, was another, so vast that in comparison mine was but an infant's'! Then I had HAD a visitor, and the elephant tread was explained.

I put out the light and returned to bed, palsied with fear. I lay a long time, peering into the darkness, and listening. Then I heard a grating noise overhead, like the dragging of a heavy body across the floor; then the throwing down of the body, and the shaking of my windows in response to the concussion. In distant parts of the building I heard the muffled slamming of doors. I heard, at intervals, stealthy footsteps creeping in and out among the corridors, and up and down the stairs. Sometimes these noises approached my door, hesitated, and went away again. I heard the clanking of chains faintly, in remote passages, and listened while the clanking grew nearer -- while it wearily climbed the stairways, marking each move by the loose surplus of chain that fell with an accented rattle upon each succeeding step as the goblin that bore it advanced. I heard muttered sentences; half-uttered screams that seemed smothered violently; and the swish of invisible garments, the rush of invisible wings. Then I became conscious that my chamber was invaded -- that I was not alone. I heard sighs and breathings about my bed, and mysterious whisperings. Three little spheres of soft phosphorescent light appeared on the ceiling directly over my head, clung and glowed there a moment, and then dropped -- two of them upon my face and one upon the pillow. They spattered, liquidly, and felt warm. Intuition told me they had turned to gouts of blood as they fell -- I needed no light to satisfy myself of that. Then I saw pallid faces, dimly luminous, and white uplifted hands, floating bodiless in the air -- floating a moment and then disappearing. The whispering ceased, and the voices and the sounds, and a solemn stillness followed. I waited and listened. I felt that I must have light or die. I was weak with fear. I slowly raised myself toward a sitting posture, and my face came in contact with a clammy hand! All strength went from me apparently, and I fell back like a stricken invalid. Then I heard the rustle of a garment -- it seemed to pass to the door and go out.

When everything was still once more, I crept out of bed, sick and feeble, and lit the gas with a hand that trembled as if it were aged with a hundred years. The light brought some little cheer to my spirits. I sat down and fell into a dreamy contemplation of that great footprint in the ashes. By and by its outlines began to waver and grow dim. I glanced up and the broad gas flame was slowly wilting away. In the same moment I heard that elephantine tread again. I noted its approach, nearer and nearer, along the musty halls, and dimmer and dimmer the light waned. The tread reached my very door and paused -- the light had dwindled to a sickly blue, and all things about me lay in a spectral twilight. The door did not open, and yet I felt a faint gust of air fan my cheek, and presently was conscious of a huge, cloudy presence before me. I watched it with fascinated eyes. A pale glow stole over the Thing; gradually its cloudy folds took shape - an arm appeared, then legs, then a body, and last a great sad face looked out of the vapor. Stripped of its filmy housings, naked, muscular and comely, the majestic Cardiff Giant loomed above me!

All my misery vanished -- for a child might know that no harm could come with that benignant countenance. My cheerful spirits returned at once, and in sympathy with them the gas flamed up brightly again. Never a lonely outcast was so glad to welcome company as I was to greet the friendly giant. I said:

"Why, is it nobody but you? Do you know, I have been scared to death for the last two or three hours? I am most honestly glad to see you. I wish I had a chair -- Here, here, don't try to sit down in that thing!

But it was too late. He was in it before I could stop him, and down he went -- I never saw a chair shivered so in my life.

"Stop, stop, You'll ruin ev--"

Too late again. There was another crash, and another chair was resolved into its original elements.

"Confound it, haven't you got any judgment at all? Do you want to ruin all the furniture on the place? Here, here, you petrified fool--"

But it was no use. Before I could arrest him he had sat down on the bed, and it was a melancholy ruin.

"Now what sort of a way is that to do? First you come lumbering about the place bringing a legion of vagabond goblins along with you to worry me to death, and then when I overlook an indelicacy of costume which would not be tolerated anywhere by cultivated people except in a respectable theater, and not even there if the nudity were of YOUR sex, you repay me by wrecking all the furniture you can find to sit down on. And why will you? You damage yourself as much as you do me. You have broken off the end of your spinal column, and littered up the floor with chips of your hams till the place looks like a marble yard. You ought to be ashamed of yourself -- you are big enough to know better."

"Well, I will not break any more furniture. But what am I to do? I have not had a chance to sit down for a century." And the tears came into his eyes.

"Poor devil," I said, "I should not have been so harsh with you. And you are an orphan, too, no doubt. But sit down on the floor here -- nothing else can stand your weight -- and besides, we cannot be sociable with you away up there above me; I want you down where I can perch on this high counting-house stool and gossip with you face to face."

So he sat down on the floor, and lit a pipe which I gave him, threw one of my red blankets over his shoulders, inverted my sitz-bath on his head, helmet fashion, and made himself picturesque and comfortable. Then he crossed his ankles, while I renewed the fire, and exposed the flat, honeycombed bottoms of his prodigious feet to the grateful warmth.

"What is the matter with the bottom of your feet and the back of your legs, that they are gouged up so?"

"Infernal chillblains -- I caught them clear up to the back of my head, roosting out there under Newell's farm. But I love the place; I love it as one loves his old home. There is no peace for me like the peace I feel when I am there."

We talked along for half an hour, and then I noticed that he looked tired, and spoke of it. "Tired?" he said. "Well, I should think so. And now I will tell you all about it, since you have treated me so well. I am the spirit of the Petrified Man that lies across the street there in the Museum. I am the ghost of the Cardiff Giant. I can have no rest, no peace, till they have given that poor body burial again. Now what was the most natural thing for me to do, to make men satisfy this wish? Terrify them into it! -- haunt the place where the body lay! So I haunted the museum night after night. I even got other spirits to help me. But it did no good, for nobody ever came to the museum at midnight. Then it occurred to me to come over the way and haunt this place a little. I felt that if I ever got a hearing I must succeed, for I had the most efficient company that perdition could furnish. Night after night we have shivered around through these mildewed halls, dragging chains, groaning, whispering, tramping up and down stairs, till, to tell you the truth, I am almost worn out. But when I saw a light in your room tonight I roused my energies again and went at it with a deal of the old freshness. But I am tired out -- entirely fagged out. Give me, I beseech you, give me some hope!"

I lit off my perch in a burst of excitement, and exclaimed:

"This transcends everything -- everything that ever did occur! Why you poor blundering old fossil, you have had all your trouble for nothing -- you have been haunting a PLASTER CAST of yourself -- the real Cardiff Giant is in Albany!

Confound it, don't you know your own remains?"

I never saw such an eloquent look of shame, of pitiable humiliation, overspread a countenance before.

The Petrified Man rose slowly to his feet, and said: "Honestly, IS that true?"

"As true as I am sitting here."

He took the pipe from his mouth and laid it on the mantel, then stood irresolute a moment (unconsciously, from old habit, thrusting his hands where his pantaloons pockets should have been, and meditatively dropping his chin on his breast), and finally whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror, If anything I can say this cab is rare! But I thought 'Now forget it' -- 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later', I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

"Well -- I NEVER felt so absurd before. The Petrified Man has sold everybody else, and now the mean fraud has ended by selling its own ghost! My son, if there is any charity left in your heart for a poor friendless phantom like me, don't let this get out. Think how YOU would feel if you had made such an ass of yourself."

I heard his stately tramp die away, step by step down the stairs and out into the deserted street, and felt sorry that he was gone, poor fellow -- and sorrier still that he had carried off my red blanket and my bath tub.

[Gigfc]

Originally Posted by Eomer

No, I don't. Whether they be hallucinations, dreams, mental disease or outright lies there's scant proof or evidence of the existence of ghosts. Given the almost complete lack of evidence of them, I'd say I'm quite justified in "believing" that they don't exist.

Do you believe in "god"?

[The Edge]

Originally Posted by Zitar

The One Million Dollar Paranormal Challenge.James Randi - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

LOL, James Randi. Might as well send Myth Busters to the rescue.

This topic reminds me of a poem of sorts that I once read:

"The wind has intelligence, the color is a cool yellow, I have felt its intelligence mocking me at night while I sleep outdoors, knowing it has my every move countered with its dominating force. Its stalks me while I was in my tent yet I know it to be real, damn this wind it knows I am aware of its intelligence around me and still I'm not allowed to sleep, I swear there is ghost outside my tent would be the only explanation, but now I know this force is outside normal man to see. At midnight the soul stirs but at three everything comes alive to see who is lurking in the open spaces of man.

When I go outside my tent it is just a breeze, but when I am in my tent it is a hard wind pushing the limits of my imagination to the point I break free of my world around me, my perception shifts I see light all around I know I am a makeup of fate on the ground. I let the wind know I am on to its game and if it won't let me sleep well maybe only I am to blame. I put myself into a tent too small for family, but small enough for man to see. I could feel my attention expanding with every heartbeat, I know I was in the wind pushing my soul to be free.

There is intelligence in everything that is living on scales seen and unseen, rocks, animals, trees, birds, you name it they all have there own way of being free, through the perception that makes them glow or to be seen.

A cat sees in shades of ultra- violet purple. A dog in bright pink.



This took place on a camping trip, everything I write on has relevance to something, what that something is you have to find out."