You're right. Let's be BFFs. *blows kiss*
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You're right. Let's be BFFs. *blows kiss*
Oh, sorry but I've already got one.
*sigh* Well, I tried.
Hahahaha! That was awesome. I dislike you less now...but only slightly.
Gerania!
I don't know what that means. :? You know, this was more interesting when we were arguing.
It's the last thing Dracula says in that clip.
We can go back to arguing about assumptions and ghosts if you want.
i allways pretend there is nothing when i hear something like that.
i just continue being happy and i know that nothing can happen or hurt me =D
but i still believe there are ghosts =D
Why?
Why not?
Well fuck me, I replied to this 3 times and my computer keeps crashing so this isn't as good of an answer as the others were. Must be ghosts or something.
Because we have no reason to.
We beleive things exist because we have a reason to think so. I believe that grass exists because I've seen it.
Supernatural things on the other hand have no evidence whatsoever. So it deosn't really make sense to believe in them unless you yourself have had an experience with them. And in my opinion it still doesn't make sense to believe in them with certainty because it's a highly contested subject, a lot of people don't believe in Ghosts. The concept of ghosts is also contradictory with our current understanding of the self and is based on mind/body dualism, which is false. I wrote 2 really long replies about this but I don't feel like doing it again so here's a video. A damn good one at that.
Hallucination, misinterpration, dreams sometimes even.
I find little green things all my floor all the time. When I first see them I think, FREEEEE WEEED! But a lot of the time it's just shit from outside or a tiny piece of broccoli. Human perception is not flawless, we can't be certain of what we see, especially if it's something that's highly contested and vaugly defined.
Which makes more sense, you saw something that is a non-physical thing, which would mean it lacks physical properties. Or that you misinterprated something as being a ghost?
What do you believers think ghosts are made of. Someone once gave me a really good answer to this, I don't believe it but I'll try to remember what it was.
I hate to say this, but...
...that was a rhetorical question. I wasn't REALLY asking why one shouldn't believe in ghosts. You wrote all of that... three times. Now I feel like a douche.
I believe that IF ghosts do exist, they could be either a recorded echo of a past event, stored in the cosmic consciousness. If this was true, then their substance could not be determined as it would be nothing more than a memory, stored by the cosmic consciousnes.
It is possible they are seen due to a weakness, or shortcut in the fourth dimension, time. In this situation, a ghost would would actually just be the actual person, in the past, viewable through a sort of window in time.
OR it is possible that they are a part of that person's consciousness that remained in that area, and defies the fourth dimension, time. If this was the case, then they would be made out of the same "substance" as one's soul.
I also believe it is quite possible that ghosts do not exist.
As I've said, I have seen ghosts.
If one of the ghosts had not been someone who is still alive today, I would not have been able to say for sure that it was a hallucination. It was a hallucination, though.
I have had other accounts that could not be explained, however. That does not mean that there is not an explanation. It only means that I did not receive any clues that would help explain what I truly experienced.
My friend, Casper says that he believes in ghosts. He's very friendly.
Ahh, it's alright, I'm in the mood for wasting time at the moment. It was more directed at karlitaki, I kind of figured you were being facetious. Plus I like thinking about mind/body duality since it's something I used to believe in.
What'd it look like, like color and whatnot?
What about something that is seen/heard by multiple people on multiple occasions?
I have three good experiences.
First one was a hallucination:
I was four years old. I was crying, and sitting at the edge of my bed.
Across the room was two doors. The one on the right lead to a hallway, and the one on the left lead to a closet.
Suddenly I stopped crying, because suddenly the two doors switched in my mind. Though both doors were closed, I knew that the door on the left now lead to a staircase down, and the door on the right now lead to a closet. I knew that they had swapped, and this confused me. Just then the door on the left swung open. My sister, my cousin, and then a girl I had never met ran through it, and vanished, in order, just before reaching the edge of my bed. Then the door was closed again, and I stopped crying because I was fascinated.
The cause of the second one is not as obvious, but it is VERY similar.
I am around six years old. I am laying in my bed (could be a clue), and two people walk into my room. They are a man and a woman, and they are transparent. They walk with a high step, almost strutting. They appear for only a second.
The third one:
There are indian mounds on my property. Three hundred and sixty acres of indian mounds. Of all of these mounds, the LARGEST mound is about two city blocks from my house. Next to the largest indian mound in the area is the SECOND largest indian mound in the area. My whole life I have dug in these mounds. I don't think that anyone minds. They are not burial mounds. They are old indian homes. These mounds are on the edge of a very large field, that is about the size of four city blocks. I've planted trees there now. :)
Right next to these two largest indian mounds, one day, I found two rectangular shaped, six foot long mounds. I knew right away that they were burial mounds. I was at an age where I had rejected the idea that disturbing a gravesite would disturb anyone, or insult anyone. I wasn't being disrespectful in my mind, because at the time I was convinced that the dead didn't mind what happened to their bodies.
I brought my shovel, rolled up my sleeve, and positioned the shovel on the mound. Then I stomped the shovel into the ground.
The instant I did, there was an extremely loud roar from across this field. Keep in mind that this field is the size of four city blocks. This was such a loud roar that it shook the ground beneath my feet.
I didn't come back for the shovel for months.
This could have been a bear, but it would have to have been a BIG bear, it would have been the only time I've ever encountered or heard a bear out here, and it had to coincidentally occur at that particularly special moment.
Real ghost or not, this is what ghost stories are made of, and it happened to me. I feel grateful. It makes for a great story, and I have no scars from it.
Since then I have changed my outlook, and I don't desicrate gravesights, just in case. I still live on this property, and I haven't noticed anything too out of the ordinary since then.
Well they could be eating some bread that was moldy(can cause hallucinations). Or something could be in the air in the house.
More likely it was a misinterpration of real things, one person said it must be a ghost so all of their perceptions where skewed towards this belief the next time.
If you can tell me specifics I can be more specific with my answer.
K. Well, one of my first experiences with what I believe to be spirits was when I was 10, and my family and I had just moved into a new house. Our first night there, we were all in bed and suddenly flute music started to play. The music was so loud that it caused everyone to get up and even though we looked all over the house, we could not find the source of the sound. Nothing was unpacked yet, so it was not a radio or a toy (not that we had a toy that played flute music anyway). This continued for the next 3 nights at approx. the same time. We were never able to locate where exactly the music came from, and upon exiting the house it was no longer audible, so it was nothing playing in the neighborhood.
Also, in the same house but probably about 5 months after we moved in, my entire family witnessed the door handle to our attic begin to turn and rattle. It was very loud and shook the entire door, like what you would imagine if someone was trying to open a door that was locked. This lasted for about 3-5 minutes, and all four of us sat there and watched it the entire time. This also happened for the next three days at approx. the same time.
I dunno, to me it seems like you just never figured out the cause. It was actual music? What style?
The door could have been a draft of wind or something. . Or like I said, you all could have eaten some bad food for dinner. I dunno, it still seems unlikely to me
Yes, it was actual music. It sounded like someone was playing a flute right beside you throughout the entire house. It was loud enough to wake us all up. We searched the whole place, attic and basement included and found absolutely nothing.
The door thing could have been explained by a draft if it was just the door rattling or something, and actually that was my mother's first thought when this happened. But the doorknob was turning back and forth, and I don't think a wind gust could do that. I suppose we could have ingested some crazy bread mold or something without knowing it, but why would that cause a group hallucination of the exact same thing at basically the exact same time of day for three days?
A few things. It's probably nothing but like 3-4 nights a week i hear voices in my head. I don't mean whispers, like once a week when company come over and i hear their voices through the floor. At night i can hear a few voices it sounds like is coming through the floor but you NEVER hear what they are saying, you only hear the deep tone of the voice. I always hear a conversation going.....could be a trick of my ears as i do have a small case of tinnitus, which i guess could be the reason i hear the voices. Like i said, it's never the conversation i hear, it's the deep deep tone of someone talking with a deep hard voice. The other tone is barely hearable, so a smaller tone.
I once saw a figure of a man walking down stairs. It was early morning and i was standing up at the kitchen stove looking at my eggs being made, and i saw this white figure of a person. It was a man, he smiled and waved at me and walked into the other room (pitch black) and never saw it again....i chased it. I had the biggest WTF! look on my face, and my head was cocked like a dog.