We’re a dying breed

        We’re a dying breed 

    We mostly ‘belong’, or are known to have a connection with humans, after they have died! 

    Our presence, along with our sightings, usually materialises soon after the human is deceased, and our presence is sometimes seen, or felt by a few humans, but especially by dogs! Dogs can be the last living species of animal experienced, before you finally become human, but arguably, your destiny could stop at many other creatures/creations, with many different habits, preferences, and personalities, before you finally become human, and you might be influenced by these habits, and phobia’s from your last existence, as an animal? 

    ‘Us’ ghosts, are usually associated with deceased humans, but it has been known that some animals have decided not to complete the process to becoming a human, and instead decide to stay as a beloved animal, and to, hopefully forever have, a loving and caring owner, ‘as before’, and their ghosts are easily dismissed, as either being a faint, and a fond memory in your head, or you could be told that “you’re imagining things, and you probably saw a very similar looking person or animal, that you’ve just seen in the misty darkness”, perhaps!

    Ghosts are now a ‘dying breed’, and our future existence is under serious threat, because eventually the human race will be non-existent, and we’ve only got ourselves to blame!

   The human race has become responsible for itself, and the thought of Gods creating the Universe, and this World, is laughable, and ghosts are often ignored as being images, or sightings from an ‘overtired brain’, and it favours the natural evolution of the human, but the mystery of Earths’ sudden introduction, that was born from the appearance of a humongous fiery globe, that hurtled down into ‘the black’, which would later create the Universe, opens a big debate on “how did it get here”? “From where, or from whom was it sent”? “Was it sent down by a God, was it an unknown natural ignition of gases, ‘in which case’, from where did these gases come?

    We survive in a world of speculation, and the existence of ghosts, along with the thoughts, and the beliefs, of reincarnation can only truly be believed, if that non-believer experiences those moments themselves!

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 Ghosts ‘work’ with the once living humans, and animals

    During the time of my birth, it was a thriving time for humans that were pure, and ‘some people’ would see many ghosts, or the spirits from the humans who have died! Many sightings, eerie feelings and convincing stories and thoughts, have been associated with ghosts/apparitions, and the ‘afterlife’, but despite our, mostly nighttime appearances, and our ‘felt presence', that can make some humans shudder, or appear mad, we are becoming difficult to be manufactured now, because many humans have less human skin and flesh, and instead have artificial body parts, such as implants, metal joints, metal plates, or even metal limbs, that have substituted bones, and we only materialise from the natural decaying bones, and from the natural skin of decaying humans, before they experience life again, as an animal or a fish, before they eventually become human again, or they might wish to remain an animal, depending upon their past treatment, before they continue to complete this evolution to becoming a human again! 

     Our existence was mostly witnessed, and convincingly believed in children’s minds and eyes, and now we might be seen by few, as being incomplete, or deformed, which may have occurred in the current, and modern lifetime, when body parts are replaced with metal limbs. which required no lubrication from blood, the assistance of muscle, or the protective covering of skin, and our ghostly apparitions, and our feint appearance may now seem ‘even more’ laughable, because we look very odd, and stories of our presence now seem farcical, because we look incomplete, and the sightings and tales of our appearance, are now merely laughed at, and our spirits and sightings are confined to young children’s eyes, and retained in their thoughts and minds, because our sightings are usually quickly dismissed by adults, but for adults, who don’t see us, then our presence could just be felt, and those children, who have recently returned from the afterlife, are often right, and there exaggerated, and childish words can often divert the adult away from the truth, which is that we do exist, and your child was correct, and because of them we continue to thrive”!

    When people had a religious belief, it kept our existence going, we were thriving, but now ‘you humans’ seem to know best, and we’re becoming a ‘dying breed’, and mere figments of people’s imagination, because they think that we only materialise when our bodies are buried, BUT we actually materialise soon after death, when we are laid to rest in the morgue, or even in your home!

    Some of us are misshapen, or incomplete ghosts, and our existence is diminishing, because we can’t be ghostly apparitions to man-made forms, such as mechanical false legs, implants, metal plates, or any other kind of man-made additions, and to many people now, we’re are simply dismissed as being something  ‘that was weird’, and they continue to say that “I thought I saw a ghost then, but it was just a torso and a head, and ‘us ghosts’ can see the future ahead, and it doesn’t look good for the human race, and it definitely doesn’t look good for ghosts!

    It won’t be long before the computers, that were once big stationery objects, that are now portable devices, that have been included into many different machines and vehicles now, will eventually replace the human brain, and will be put into a metal skull, and will eventually delete the need for, and of, the human race!  

    ‘Blame them not, for they know not what they do’, was a quote from someone really famous, many, many, many, years ago, and those were his last words ‘on the matter’(“well, on the cross actually”!), and reincarnation will end, because the human race will end, AND we only have ourselves to blame!  We strive for progress, but we didn’t know when to stop, and the existence of a pure human being is diminishing, and obviously for ‘us ghosts’, it is the sad cost of progress!

     ‘Us ghosts’, mainly exist from the deceased’s soul, that’s pure and is mostly cradled by real bones, and from the, ‘once living’ skin of human flesh, but the population of ghosts is now becoming rarer, and thoughts of our possible appearance, and of our existence, are easily dismissed now, as either being a figment of the imagination, or having poor eyesight, along with having a wild imagination, but our existence still  ‘lives’ in some people’s minds, fortunately!   

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       High, before you’re a low spirit.

      Our previous good behaviour as Cub Scouts, who camped on St. Michaels Mount, in Mounts Bay, (‘in the far South West of Cornwall, England’), had been noted, and our requested return during the following year, as Boy Scouts now, was gratefully granted, and I couldn’t wait, because I remembered the adventures, and the experiences that we enjoyed during our previous visit here, as a younger Cub Scout.

    This time though, we would receive no assistance from the leader, and I would have to try to recall the skills that I had been previously taught as a young Cub, and my first duty was to make a fire, and I had collected the kindling, which, along with dry grass, would hopefully ignite the thicker tree branches, and create a good fire, because I would be cooking my tea on it later, and my meagre offerings were baked beans on toast, that wasn’t really reliant on the fires’ success, because I could eat the bread ‘as bread’, and eat the baked beans cold, and out of the tin! Thankfully the fires’ construction was a success, and I was soon ‘multi-tasking’ with both toasting the bread, whilst I stirred the beans, and they were a satisfying combination.

    After the meal the diminishing light would suggest that it would soon be bedtime, and the cliché of telling ghostly stories began, and I only listened!

    When it was time to ‘settle down’, and to go to bed, we had already set-up our camp in the shelter of the woods, and we were underneath the shelter of the flourishing trees, and as I lay on the ground I could hear the feint sound of raindrops on the ‘established’ leaves on the tall trees, which provided good shelter, and I was focusing on this constant sound of light rain, which would eventually activate my bladder, and I was unable to settle down to sleep, and the scout next to me, was concerned by my imminent departure, and he sat-up in his sleeping bag to question my movements,

“Andrew, what’s the matter”? he asked with concern,

“I need a ‘wee’, and I have to find somewhere to go”, I replied hastily, and I escaped my sleeping bag to dash further into the woods, but I didn’t feel that I was far enough away from the camp, to quietly relieve myself, and not to disturb the rest of the camp, and I could see a bright clearing up ahead, which would supply a comforting light, and ease this  sudden claustrophobic feeling that I had felt; I was in urgent need for a pee, and I knew that I would soon be going, as soon as I got out of the woods, and getting into the clearing was essential, and as soon as I emerged from the trees, the feeling was dramatically uplifting, until I saw the rocks below, which were illuminated by a yellow moon, but I felt comforted by this warming sight and at ease, and I stood at the end of the rocks relieving myself, and I created my own little waterfall, as it flowed into the sea below; The wind very suddenly increased, and it blew so hard on my back, that it made it buckle, and I edged closer to the end of the rock!

    “Where did the time go”? I asked myself with grave concern, “I haven’t slept properly yet”! But, as I said these words, I realised that I wasn’t really tired anyway.

     I was hurrying back to our camp, who might be having breakfast now ‘I thought’, but I had no watch on to confirm that this might be a possibility, but when I returned everyone had gone, even my bed had been taken, and the only evidence of our presence was a flattened area of grass, and a black patch where once a small fire had burned, and I looked around in great panic, with a hope of seeing my friends, but nobody could be seen, and like a demented lunatic, I ran through the woods, with a hope of finding them all, but my efforts were in vain, and I returned to our previous campsite with further hope, that they might have returned from somewhere, but nothing had changed from my earlier visit, and so I dejectedly scoured the lower woods of this Mount, which faced the land, and I noticed that the previously battering sea, was now very calm, and the tide was currently out revealing St. Michaels Mount’s causeway of cobblestones, and towards the end of the causeway, before your feet are reintroduced to the sandy beach, were the rest of the Scouts, but why had they departed without me?

    I ran down through the woods, and then into the harbour side, before I continued with my panicked run onto the cobbled causeway, that leads you to the land, and to my home, but being reunited with my fellow Scouts was my main priority right now! I yelled with panic, hoping that someone could hear me, but my attempt to attract their attention was nothing more than a desperate and attempted noise!

    I thought that I was running fast, but I always seemed to be kept a ‘certain distance away’, and nobody could hear my cries, in my desperate hope to gain their attention; I was so frustrated…….. “very frustrated in fact”! 

    I could see the scouts up ahead, and their arrival onto the beach resulted with a warming, and loving cuddle from their parent(s), and they soon departed the beach, and it was only when everybody had gone from the beach, that I was permitted to proceed further forward, which I did, but all hope now of reaching the other scouts had gone, and I just concentrated my thoughts on returning home now.

    I had reached the land, and I walked through the town centre, towards our home, but it seemed unusually quiet in the town.

   I felt very lonely, very isolated and very scared, and it was a similar feeling to fearing a forthcoming ‘telling off’, “but for what”? But for what, what could I have possibly done wrong?

   I don’t remember the remainder of the pathway home, or opening the front door, but I was now in the hallway, and I could hear my Dad in the kitchen completing the making of a hot drink, with the usual sound of the metal teaspoon going around and around, in a ceramic cup.

   He didn’t come out to greet me, as he usually did, nor did he acknowledge me as I stood in the hallway, but he did look my way, but had I upset him? He didn’t look happy, and he was carrying a cup of tea, for my Mum probably, and ‘as usual’, I wiped my shoes on the doormat before I said hello to my Mum, and as I approached the living room doorway, I could hear my Mum crying, whatever could the matter be? I walked into the room, but I received no acknowledgment, and both of my parents were obviously engaged in another matter, and asking them if they’re alright seemed very inappropriate, because clearly they weren’t! 

    I thought that I’d just go into the room, and give my Mum a reassuring, and a consoling big hug for whatever was upsetting her, and I was approaching her, when my Dad turned in my direction, and he almost walked through me, and his mind was obviously ‘elsewhere’, and I still received no acknowledgement, or a friendly greeting, and I went over to my Mum, who was sobbing, whilst her head was lowered, because she was looking downwards, and her attention was at this photograph…………… and this photograph was of me, which had recently been taken of me after I had progressed to the Scouts……. and above this photograph were the words  ‘In Loving Memory’!

    I didn’t want to be, or to remain a ghost! I was enjoying life, it might not have seemed like I was, but I was, and I constantly saw other humans who were worse off than me, which made me appreciate everything that I had, even the Brussel sprouts on my dinner plate!

    Other apparitions of young children were passing me, on their way to the sky/black and baron space above all planets, that we know as heaven, and they shall return with a toughened soul!

    Being a ghost/a visible spirit, could be very frustrating, because you can witness something that’s about to happen, but you can’t do anything to prevent it-“Angels possibly can”? I was a mere ghost, and not redeemed worthy to be an Angel, and that could have been an ‘age thing’?

Maybe, Angels are just assigned to watch over someone, and to cradle them whether they’re on earth or in heaven, and maybe they’re assigned to someone’s spirit before, and maybe soon after they’re born? 

     Ghosts are accused of simply lingering on earth, they don’t wish to frighten people, and they sometimes return to earth just to get ‘closure’, before they’re satisfied, and then they decide to leave this world, but the ghosts’ nemesis is the anciently named ‘Ghoul’, who choose to haunt lands, and places for an eternity! There appearance, because of the age of their spirits, can be hideously frightening, and ghost’s like me don’t wish to be associated with them, but sometimes we are, and when the living people see a frightening apparition, that has scary features, and is determined to scare, then that will be a ghoul, who derives from hell, and is now seen in many guises!

Ghosts don’t intend to scare, that is usually down to the humans reaction, and maybe their alarmed surprise, and we might be seen replicating a previous humans movements, but don’t be frightened by our sight, and merely tell us to go forth, and with peace!

Angels are very rarely seen, although previous relations, who you believe should be an Angel may still be seen without wings, until they are required in the ‘above World’, and Wings are then applied, to assist their descent if desperately required.

Ghouls represent, and continue with ancient sufferings, ancient diseases and favour hideous death, and their appearance can be, or is foul! Ghosts can sometimes be mistaken as being ghouls, but ghouls have their own spirits from far beneath their graves, and they may emerge to share their unwanted depravities, and to share their evil treachery!

Ghosts can unfairly be blamed for the ghouls profanities, but ghouls have the advantage of possessing their own soul, and can do as they wish! Ghosts are making fewer appearances now, because ghouls have mostly re-emerged, and ghosts are feared now, but it’s not us!

If anyone says that they think that they saw a ghost, then ask them “was it a friendly spirit that replicated the deceased’s movements, or was it a manic spirit, whose only purpose was to frighten you with its grotesque actions”!

Death is a definite probability for the human race, and what happens to the human spirit after we die, can sometimes be influenced by how our spirit is treated, or by the way we treat it?