Body-less Closets

I made the commitment to myself that I was finally going to do this. No more hiding, no more shucking around the truth of who I am. I'm coming out of the closet to reveal that...I see dead people.

If you know me personally and never were aware of my secret 'other' self, well there it is. Like a Disco Mirror Ball hanging on the ceiling of a cowboy bar, the song of my soul is shining out to be heard.

I assume that most everyone who sees those who have passed, experiences them in a different way. Twice I've seen ghosts with the sight of my eyes. The rest have been as a ...gosh how do I explain this. It will have to be through personal example. About a month ago, I was with a co-worker, and an image came into my head of someone with shoulder length gray hair, sitting on his legs with knees bent, sipping tea. When I told her what I was seeing, she informed me that was her father, who had passed away several years ago. I never knew that her father was dead.

In movies, ghosts are normally portrayed as something evil and scary. That's not true. It's like Hollywood has an anti-ghostism based on fear of the unknown. Or based on a greed to sensationalize the dead and attract movie goers. I'd form a Union for the misrepresented ghosts, but I don't think many people would see the members showing up. Plus, I don't think ghosts give a hoot what bodied people think about them.

There are other's out there who lay witness to the dead. I wonder how big that crowd of weirdos is. Many have already exposed themselves; the Psychic Readers that dot our cities with their signs are one such group. But what if I started a club of us Non-body Sight See-ers. How many would show up to the first meeting? If I look far enough into the future, I can imagine whole days of parades and festivities of Ghost See-ers Pride Day. I'll start working on a more original title for us now.

If you think it bizarre that I see these things, think of it from my end. It's like if your friend came up to you while we were talking, and you completely blew them off. I mean, we are talking total ignore to the ultimate in rudeness. Well, I'd be thinking, why doesn't she acknowledge her friend? Did they get in a fight or something? Sheesh, bad manners; not even an introduction.

And then I remember, oh yeah. We have different views.

So there it is. I've come clean. There are other things about me I have yet to reveal, but this was enough for now. Oh, and it's not something I see all the time. So don't come speeding over to my house, expecting me to talk with your dearly departed. I refuse to ask spirits to come for a visit. They have their own gig on their side of the divide. It is impertinent to ask them to stop by for a chat. Rather, they are like cats, showing up on their terms, or when we need them.

Have a great day and remember to say hello to the ghosts who visit you.

Heather Leigh,
author, and polite to the bodiless