There’s two things I’m not sure if I believe in, ghosts and death. Well, I’m sure I don’t believe in my own death, and if by chance it does happen, I plan to overcome it by becoming a ghost. I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself What a weirdo! Hey, relax on the judgement there. I’m contractually bound to comeback after death, if I have one, a death that is.
Contractually bound? Yup. Nothing I can do about it now. It was many years ago in college. One night myself and two friends were drinking some adult beverages. You know how when you’re young, like 20 or so and you think you’re really deep even though you’re really idiots who don’t know anything? We had imbibed a few and got to talking about death and the afterlife.
We all were curious to know if there really was life after death, so right then and there we Googled and then re-enacted a centuries old Druid ceremony complete with a circle of salt, candles under a full moon and signing a pact with our own blood, which was flowing easily because of the alcohol we had been drinking. Ok, no we didn’t, but I had you going there for a second, didn’t I? There was no blood signed contract, and there was also no Google when I was in college, but we did make a promise to each other that whichever one of us died first would come back and haunt the other two so we would know that there’s life after death.
I don’t know where those two college friends are now and don’t even remember ones last name. Hopefully, because of our vow, some sort of afterlife mojo will help us find each other to keep our promise. As far as I know, none of us has ever shown up to haunt the others. With Halloween in the air I got to thinking of this and what else I might do if I were to be a ghost.
I know this may be hard for you to believe, but in my life I’ve been a bit of a practical joker at times. I’m pretty sure that if I ever come back as a ghost I’m not going to take off my shirt and help anyone with pottery. Jeez, what a waste of an afterlife. I’ll probably be what we all know as a poltergeist. I’ll move a lot of peoples car keys just before they have to leave for work. During live televised events I’ll show up invisibly and give the President or the Pope a wet willie. I’ll be on the field at all my favorite live sporting events, helping out a little to ensure my favorite teams win. You know that feeling you get when you feel like someone’s behind you but you turn around and no one’s there? That’ll be me. Who knows? Ghost Phil may even zip into the internet and follow the connection to your computer and cause embarrassing typos when you’re posting pictures.
So do you believe in life after death? Do you think there are real ghosts? Have you ever had an experience with what you think was a ghost? What would you do if you were a ghost?
Have a great Thursday, and no, you don’t have enough Halloween decorations up yet! ~Phil
once a prankster, always a prankster )
I’m sure I’ve made similar promises to friends when we were little – about coming back to haunt them! I do believe in something after death because I believe I’ve received signs from loved ones who have passed on. I’d love it to be true! Your post also reminds me of a scene from the “Team America” film where the ‘lead male’ says to his love interest “I promise I’ll never die!”. Love it!
I’ve never seen the movie Team America. Would you recommend it?
It’s by the same people who made South Park, so that will give you an idea of the humour. I think it’s pretty funny!
I’ll have to check it out
The morning of my sister’s funeral we were all sitting in the living room about to get ready to head over to the church. It was quiet, we were all obviously very sad. Out of nowhere, my sister’s Walkman (remember them?) turned on, volume all the way up, music blaring through the headphones. We all looked at each other, wide eyed. I walked across the room, turned it off and said, “Well, I guess Fran’s here,” and we all laughed.
We have a spirit in our house, although he’s been quiet lately. Hard to explain and not sure why he’s still here but what the heck, he’s harmless 😊
While reading about your Druid ceremony, my first thought was, “Google? That wasn’t around when Phil was in college.”
LOL! How do you know how old I am? And maybe I went to college late! You got me though.