I was walking on the Appalachian trail this beautiful, crisp, sunlight gleaming winter January morning close to the Skyline Drive entrance in Chester Gap, Virginia, with my Staffordshire Terrier, Princess …

I was contemplating the situation concerning Disembodied Spirits … That is trapped in the world after death … also residual voices or sounds that seem to echo in certain places mainly haunted places … long after the voices or sounds happened, ie: Some Civil War sites seem to carry residual sounds of cannons … apparitions of soldiers … residual parts of conversations … and the like, [ graveyards, haunted houses, demons] … so what’s up with these phenomena? …

Well, scientific empirical evidence is hard to come by as definitive proof … And there have been modern advances in technology to capture and hear spirit activity … Though ghost hunting is pretty much speculative … yet, I believe something is going on ...

There’s a scripture … “Absent from the body present with the Lord.” … Now remember per Luke 16 … There are two sides to paradise … Abraham’s bosom separated by a Gulf … Where on the other side of the Gulf is found, non-believers… Some in comfort some in total discomfort [ not me talking or judging, this is right out of Luke 16 ] … It’s all very interesting …

So as I thought about this whole thing … There seems to be a partial explanation that if a person dies a sudden horrific totally unexpected death; and they feel unfulfilled at not living out their life and remain long after searching for answers, some doing harm, some doing good … At first observance the situation would seem to fly in the face “Absent from the body present with the Lord” … having said that … There seems to be mediums and other spiritually gifted people, that are able to help people “cross over” … As for me, I am not quite sure, as it seems very mysterious to me … And some things ( like I said earlier) do not present themselves and provide definitive answers … I guess we’ll find out on the other side …What sayest thou? … littleraventhepoet.blog … Frank Payton.

So I’m packing my bags for the misty mountains, over the hills where the spirits fly … Zeppelin … so I was walking the trail singing and wondering would somebody come along in the future and be able to hear my ‘residual voice’ … or do I have to die a horrible death in these woods? … my spirit hanging around and haunting? … Hmmm …

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