I believe in reincarnation as well…and spirits or ghosts as well. Whether, sorting through all the fractured visions and mostly unexplainable memories residing in my mind, they are indeed souls of the deceased or the result of time, space and reality being just as fractured as my mind is…I don’t know.
If I could hash it all out and piece it together in a way that made sense…we might have something there.
Here’s a recent “ghostly tale” for you though…
This past summer I was staying at my sister’s place while they were away down south for a family reunion. I was going out of my mind the entire week I was there and towards the end I was so worn down by the hell I was going through I was just laying on the couch and I began to hear voices in my mind sort of swirling by, very creepy. Then I hear this inhuman vocal music, like high pitched and terrifyingly harmonious chanting and then what felt like a claw took hold of my back. I was so worn out that I considered letting whatever it was take hold of me and just happen, but I did not.
Afterwards I could hear seagulls out back and what sounded like a crane or bulldozer where there was at one time a garbage dump. That night, again on the couch, I looked out the doors onto the balcony and saw these clay or stone heads with some sort of grass growing out of them and heard and could vaugely see human figures walking about the apartment. There was the sound of an old fashioned police car out on the road…unmistakable from old movies.
That morning, having not slept I began to hear, amongst the “lazy whirlwind” of voices in my mind this old Italian opera music which began in my mind but then eminated from above the refridgerator. This is probably 1/100th of what was a terrifying and unending episode I can only by grateful for having come out of.