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Dreaming Of The Dead

JamesWhitehead said:
We were given several different roulette-sets as children and knew all the rules. Not that they are hard to learn but there was a nice bit of French vocab. thrown in!

I really wanted the grown-up version with a 00-slot and the house-win lever under the desk, as in all the fillums!

"Now then, Grannie, get your pension, we are going to play a little game . . ." :evillaugh:
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You'll have the ENTIRE Luncheon Club over!

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escargot said:
You'll have the ENTIRE Luncheon Club over!
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Great! Chairs for everyone!

The puzzling thing about those miniature roulette outfits is that they always included a tiny rake, so we could practice our favourite casino moves on a one-foot table with a six-inch rake*.

*The Six-Inch Rake's Progress, or A Little Libertine, an unsuccessful novel in 3 Volumes. :sherlock:
 
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escargot said:
Brilliant! Do you play roulette etc (I mean gambling games) or is that a different thing? Will his game-playing pals like it or will they think he's trying to fleece them?

At a wedding I went to there was a roulette game. It was great fun and somebody overall won. It was just chips, not money though!
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I don't play any kind of gambling games. Not that I have anything against them, I just don't think I'd be any good at them, lol!

Well, that's not entirely true. I have been known to frequent our local bingo hall on the odd Saturday night to indulge in cheap wine and dreams of winning the jackpot (although the most I ever actually won was a cuddly tiger!)

Some of my favourite board games to play, if you've heard of any of these, are Mansions of Madness (creepy, Lovecraft-themed game), Gloomhaven, Terraforming Mars, Trickerion, Charterstone...I could go on for pages and pages but I'll stop now, hehe!
 
Starbuck said:
I don't play any kind of gambling games. Not that I have anything against them, I just don't think I'd be any good at them, lol!
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I'm hoping Son and co. enjoy pretending to be James Bond and, I dunno, Lady Penelope. Maybe they'll all dress up for it!

Another gift for Escet is a pile of vintage Scrabble games with an actual Scrabble board turntable. I'm hoping he likes that!

The ex and my kids and me used to play Scrabble and my sons were national Scrabble semi-finalists!

(The next year when Escet was narrowly beaten at the quarter-finals he was upset and furious, until I explained that last year he nearly won, and this year it's someone else's turn to do well and he should be glad for them. It's only a game and you can still win by losing gracefully.)
 
An apt thread in which to copy and paste this from the wonderful book and website "Letters of Note". Interesting that in such a distant time and place the notion that the deceased can and might communicate with their loved ones in dreams was clearly an established one.

In April of 1998, shortly after excavating an ancient tomb in Andong City, South Korea, archaeologists were stunned to find the coffin of Eung-Tae Lee — a 16th-century male, now mummified, who, until his death at the age of 30, had been a member of the ancient Goseong Yi clan. Resting on his chest was the following moving letter, written by his pregnant widow and addressed to the father of their unborn child.

To Won's Father

June 1, 1586

You always said, "Dear, let's live together until our hair turns gray and die on the same day." How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?

How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me, "Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?" How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?

I just cannot live without you. I just want to go to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?

Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to your saying in detail in my dreams I write this letter and put it in. Look closely and talk to me.

When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.

You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is no limit and end to my sorrows that I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here.

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Another example of how ancient and established the concept is. From Homer's Iliad (composed 8th century BC and set several centuries earlier), the ghost of Patroclus visits the sleeping Achilles....

"But Achilles lay sighing heavily, among his Myrmidons, by the echoing shore, out in the open just above the breaking surf. His strong limbs were weary from hunting Hector round windy Troy, yet no sooner had sleep seized him, shedding sweetness round him and easing his heart’s cares, than the spirit of poor Patroclus appeared, the very semblance of the man himself, with the same stature, eyes, and clothes, and it was his voice that spoke saying: ‘You sleep, and forget me, Achilles. You neglect me now I’m dead, as you never did when I was alive. Hasten my funeral, and let me pass Hades’ Gate. The spirits keep me out, the shades of men done with toil, who will not let me join them beyond the river, but leave me wandering in vain this side of the yawning Gate. And clasp my hand, I beg you, for once you’ve given me to the fire, I shall not return. You and I will never sit apart from our dear friends and talk as we once did, now that mortal fate has consumed me: that fate appointed for me at my birth. You too, godlike Achilles, are doomed to die beneath the walls of Troy. One more thing I ask of you, if you will. Don’t bury my ashes far from yours, Achilles. Let them be as one, just as we were when we grew up together. Menoetius brought me, to your house, a child from Opoeis, because I killed Amphidamus’ son, accidentally, in a foolish quarrel over a game. Peleus, the horseman, welcomed me to his palace, showed me loving care, and made me your squire. So let one urn enclose our ashes, the golden urn your royal mother gave you.’

Fleet-footed Achilles answered: ‘Why, when you are here, dear heart, do you come only to ask such things? I will see to it all, just as you wish, but now come closer, so that, if only for a moment, we might clasp our arms round one another, and sate ourselves with sad lament.’

So saying, he stretched out his hands in vain. The spirit vanished like smoke beneath the earth, gibbering faintly. Achilles sprang up in turmoil, and beat his hands together, crying sadly: ‘There now! Even in Hades’ House something of us survives, spirit and semblance, but no power of response: for all night long poor Patroclus’ shade, his very likeness, stood over me, weeping, lamenting, saying what I must do.’ "
 
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gattino said:
An apt thread in which to copy and paste this from the wonderful book and website "Letters of Note". Interesting that in such a distant time and place the notion that the deceased can and might communicate with their loved ones in dreams was clearly an established one.

In April of 1998, shortly after excavating an ancient tomb in Andong City, South Korea, archaeologists were stunned to find the coffin of Eung-Tae Lee — a 16th-century male, now mummified, who, until his death at the age of 30, had been a member of the ancient Goseong Yi clan. Resting on his chest was the following moving letter, written by his pregnant widow and addressed to the father of their unborn child.

To Won's Father

June 1, 1586

You always said, "Dear, let's live together until our hair turns gray and die on the same day." How could you pass away without me? Who should I and our little boy listen to and how should we live? How could you go ahead of me?

How did you bring your heart to me and how did I bring my heart to you? Whenever we lay down together you always told me, "Dear, do other people cherish and love each other like we do? Are they really like us?" How could you leave all that behind and go ahead of me?

I just cannot live without you. I just want to go to you. Please take me to where you are. My feelings toward you I cannot forget in this world and my sorrow knows no limit. Where would I put my heart in now and how can I live with the child missing you?

Please look at this letter and tell me in detail in my dreams. Because I want to listen to your saying in detail in my dreams I write this letter and put it in. Look closely and talk to me.

When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father? Can anyone fathom how I feel? There is no tragedy like this under the sky.

You are just in another place, and not in such a deep grief as I am. There is no limit and end to my sorrows that I write roughly. Please look closely at this letter and come to me in my dreams and show yourself in detail and tell me. I believe I can see you in my dreams. Come to me secretly and show yourself. There is no limit to what I want to say and I stop here.

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That is amazing. It speaks across 500 years as if it was yesterday.
 
In a Radio 4 programme some years ago I heard Michael Rosen talking about the death of his 18 year-old son Eddie, who died very suddenly of meningitis.

I wanted to quote the interview but couldn't find it again for love nor money.
However, today I came across an extract from one of Rosen's books which mentions it.

'Barbara whose husband died in a car smash told me I'd have dreams.
- They'll be beautiful dreams, she said.

None came for a year.

Then they started coming.

He visits. He stands in his grey check overshirt. He knows he's died.

Once he said he was sorry that he didn't tell me it was septicaemia. I said I was sorry that I didn't know it was septicaemia.

Sometimes he's at a distance in the way he was when I would drop him off in Drury Lane in time for the matinee.

Sometimes he's been close on the sofa doing his crazy hugs or lifting me off the ground with all his massive indestructible might.'

The interview went on to mention that the 'beautiful dreams' might be possible when the bereaved has come to terms with the shock of the death.
 
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That makes sense. We can't dream of them being dead and coming back to visit until we have come to terms with them actually being dead.

I don't know why I have NEVER dreamed of my big old dog though. He's been gone four years, and I have dreamed of his little terrier companion several times, but not him. I've definitely come to terms with his being gone!

Still occasionally dream of my mum and/or dad, which often startles me into lucidity, because my brain knows they are gone. Maybe not dreaming of them is a good thing as it prevents me from spending lots of time lucid dreaming (which tends to be tiring and less restful than ordinary dreaming)?
 
catseye said:
That makes sense. We can't dream of them being dead and coming back to visit until we have come to terms with them actually being dead.

I don't know why I have NEVER dreamed of my big old dog though. He's been gone four years, and I have dreamed of his little terrier companion several times, but not him. I've definitely come to terms with his being gone!

Still occasionally dream of my mum and/or dad, which often startles me into lucidity, because my brain knows they are gone. Maybe not dreaming of them is a good thing as it prevents me from spending lots of time lucid dreaming (which tends to be tiring and less restful than ordinary dreaming)?
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As I've described at possibly tedious length, my family had dreams about my father straight after his death. I think this is because we had no problem coming to terms with it and he'd held firm views about the afterlife which we assumed he was enjoying enormously.

In our dreams he behaved exactly as we thought he believed he would. For example, as he was a bit of a frustrated naturist my mother dreamed of him walking around the park naked. In the dream she told him off, but he replied 'It's all right, nobody can see me!'
 
Since my father passed away 3 years ago I often have dreams about him. In these dreams he is always as I remembered him at his best, and happiest, most likely when he was about the age that I am now. I think it weird that in my dreams I don't question it, that I know that he's dead (at 87) and yet I'm interacting with him in his 50s.
 
An old guy who was an acquaintance of mine years ago appear in a dream (not exactly a dream but that place between being awake and asleep) clear as day telling me life would be OK if I stopped messing about he looked happy and well, said his goodbyes and that was that

The following week I heard he had died around about the same day I had the strange dream, had few similar things happen especially in the liminal space between sleep.

As a side note, I read a book once and the top and tail of it was, the afterlife especially the first phase, is exactly how you imagine it to be and that is why we get so many different reports, and the world you enter is entirely created by your mind, its easy to dismiss it but your mind creates another world every time we dream and those of us who have master the art of lucid dreaming are lucky enough to be able to jump in it (Im not) and this world is as big as the physical world
 
I dreamed of our dear Uncle again a few days ago. He passed away in 2016 from the premature aging effects of Down syndrome. We were dressed up warm for winter and we did a jokey 'nose rub' in place of a kiss. It was lovely and I was happy-sad when I woke up, having got to see him again but also knowing he was gone.
 
Robbrent said:
Which chimes with many spiritual beliefs, that the soul presents itself in its prime human condition
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Yes, I was wondering about this. Or is it when we dream of them we like to remember them in happier times? Whatever, it definitely seems to be a common component of these dreams.
 
OrsonSwells said:
Yes, I was wondering about this. Or is it when we dream of them we like to remember them in happier times? Whatever, it definitely seems to be a common component of these dreams.
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Perhaps we dream of our parents from a time when they were much more important to us, when we were younger.

My dreams about my late father are of his old age when we connected a little better than we had for the greatest part of my life.
 
I think that if there is a presence after death it would present in a really pure form of organised energy. After all, they're not human beings limited to a body any more. It is our memory/perception filters which impose a form on them and we dream their memory/thought-form/energy pattern/spirit* into a shape we construct at that time. I always dream of my dad in his early 30s. I only dream of our dogs in terms of noises rather than visual forms. They are always out of sight.

It is a strange sort of comfort and pain when you wake up afterwards.

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staticgirl said:
I think that if there is a presence after death it would present in a really pure form of organised energy. After all, they're not human beings limited to a body any more. It is our memory/perception filters which impose a form on them and we dream their memory/thought-form/energy pattern/spirit* into a shape we construct at that time. I always dream of my dad in his early 30s. I only dream of our dogs in terms of noises rather than visual forms. They are always out of sight.

It is a strange sort of comfort and pain when you wake up afterwards.

*delete as applicable
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Yes, and here's what I've read about that:

Spiritualist mediums who'll discuss this reckon their spirit guides take the form or identity of, say, a Native American medicine man or Indian shaman because we humans can relate to that image of wisdom and good intention.

Similarly, If a spirit is made of pure energy we can't see or hear it. So if our old Dad wants to appear to us he needs to look as Dad-like as possible.
 
escargot said:
Perhaps we dream of our parents from a time when they were much more important to us, when we were younger.

My dreams about my late father are of his old age when we connected a little better than we had for the greatest part of my life.
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I think this is probably truer. How many of us dream of our parents when they may have been said to be in a prime we didn't get to see? I mean, in their early twenties, for example, when you weren't born until they were 30's?
 
The answer to all of these speculations may be readily available in what, to me, is the most extraordinary case i think ive read in any book about survival.

In Leslie Kean's book Surviving Death, Chapter 20 is turned over to the well known expert on ghosts, Loyd Auerbach and the subject of Interactive Apparitions.

Basically in involves him and his colleagues going to visit a family seemingly haunted by the ghost of a former owner of the house they live in. She's witnessed particularly by the young son. What makes the reported case so unique is that Auerbach reports essentially interviewing the ghost via the boy. The kid can seemingly see and hear her (Lois) like Jimmy Stewart could see and converse with the otherwise invisible Harvey the rabbit. They ask her questions and the boy reports her replies. What makes it tantalising is that the information that is passed on is not only accurate about the deceased but about the investigators themselves and private conversations they were having in the car on the way to the house (Lois says she decided to hitch a ride with them as she was suspicious they were there to get rid of her and wanted to check them out!)

Anyway here's a transcript of the relevant passages in the chapter....

"Pat and her mother said they had seen the figure for fleeting moments, and she always appeared as an elderly woman. Chris, on the other hand, told me himself that he had been seeing her almost every day for more than a year and a half, since that first time he waved back at her. He told me she didn't always appear as an old woman. She often shifted her appearance, looking like a teenager, a six year old, a woman in her thirties, and sometimes middle-aged. When I asked him about her clothes, Chris said they changed all the time. Pat and her mother also admitted seeing Lois wearing different clothing, even though she was always the same elderly woman when they saw her. This was important to me, as was the appearance of Lois at different ages. Changing clothing and changing ages in the perceived visual, especially when coupled with interaction and communication, is an indicator of self-awareness and consciousness. "

During the "interview" with the ghost via Chris, the boy, it continues...

"I brought my questioning back to the issue of how Lois appeared in a form that people could see - how was that possible? Through Chris, Lois said she believed she did not have a "form". She believed she was some kind of "ball of energy" that was able to communicate by projecting her thoughts to others. These thoughts included visual and verbal information that she would "project into the minds of others" so they would "see" and "hear" her as if she were really there.
(.........)It meant that Lois was aware that she was literally telling Chris's mind what to perceive. They were not really, visually, seeing or hearing Lois. The information she "broadcast" added to their own perceptions. In communicating with Chris her "broadcast" was more intentional, directional, while with the others she was just putting out a " signal" which they turned out to be capable of perceiving.

(......) "Why was Lois appearing in different forms and clothing?" I asked. "Because that's how she felt that day," he replied. In other words it was Lois's own sense of self, her perceptions about the way she viewed herself that day (at a particular age, in particular clothing), that shaped her "projection" of herself. So why do ghosts have clothes? Because that's how most people visualize themselves...with clothing on."

Not directly relevant to this thread, you might be interested to know her reply to how and why she came to be haunting the house rather than being in some afterlife realm. She purportedly explains that as she was dying, and being a church raised believer in heaven and hell, she was concerned her love of partying left her at risk of being sent to the latter so "why take the chance". As she slipped away - she is claimed to say - she concentrated her thoughts and intentions on her beloved house and where she wanted to be at that moment. And the next thing she knew....
 
gattino said:
The answer to all of these speculations may be readily available in what, to me, is the most extraordinary case i think ive read in any book about survival.

In Leslie Kean's book Surviving Death, Chapter 20 is turned over to the well known expert on ghosts, Loyd Auerbach and the subject of Interactive Apparitions.

Basically in involves him and his colleagues going to visit a family seemingly haunted by the ghost of a former owner of the house they live in. She's witnessed particularly by the young son. What makes the reported case so unique is that Auerbach reports essentially interviewing the ghost via the boy. The kid can seemingly see and hear her (Lois) like Jimmy Stewart could see and converse with the otherwise invisible Harvey the rabbit. They ask her questions and the boy reports her replies. What makes it tantalising is that the information that is passed on is not only accurate about the deceased but about the investigators themselves and private conversations they were having in the car on the way to the house (Lois says she decided to hitch a ride with them as she was suspicious they were there to get rid of her and wanted to check them out!)

Anyway here's a transcript of the relevant passages in the chapter....

"Pat and her mother said they had seen the figure for fleeting moments, and she always appeared as an elderly woman. Chris, on the other hand, told me himself that he had been seeing her almost every day for more than a year and a half, since that first time he waved back at her. He told me she didn't always appear as an old woman. She often shifted her appearance, looking like a teenager, a six year old, a woman in her thirties, and sometimes middle-aged. When I asked him about her clothes, Chris said they changed all the time. Pat and her mother also admitted seeing Lois wearing different clothing, even though she was always the same elderly woman when they saw her. This was important to me, as was the appearance of Lois at different ages. Changing clothing and changing ages in the perceived visual, especially when coupled with interaction and communication, is an indicator of self-awareness and consciousness. "

During the "interview" with the ghost via Chris, the boy, it continues...

"I brought my questioning back to the issue of how Lois appeared in a form that people could see - how was that possible? Through Chris, Lois said she believed she did not have a "form". She believed she was some kind of "ball of energy" that was able to communicate by projecting her thoughts to others. These thoughts included visual and verbal information that she would "project into the minds of others" so they would "see" and "hear" her as if she were really there.
(.........)It meant that Lois was aware that she was literally telling Chris's mind what to perceive. They were not really, visually, seeing or hearing Lois. The information she "broadcast" added to their own perceptions. In communicating with Chris her "broadcast" was more intentional, directional, while with the others she was just putting out a " signal" which they turned out to be capable of perceiving.

(......) "Why was Lois appearing in different forms and clothing?" I asked. "Because that's how she felt that day," he replied. In other words it was Lois's own sense of self, her perceptions about the way she viewed herself that day (at a particular age, in particular clothing), that shaped her "projection" of herself. So why do ghosts have clothes? Because that's how most people visualize themselves...with clothing on."

Not directly relevant to this thread, you might be interested to know her reply to how and why she came to be haunting the house rather than being in some afterlife realm. She purportedly explains that as she was dying, and being a church raised believer in heaven and hell, she was concerned her love of partying left her at risk of being sent to the latter so "why take the chance". As she slipped away - she is claimed to say - she concentrated her thoughts and intentions on her beloved house and where she wanted to be at that moment. And the next thing she knew....
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The suggestion that ghosts are not actually "there" is what I have believed for a long time. This case makes some sort of sense to me. I guess it's similar to conjuring up an image of the dear departed in your mind when you think of them, albeit in the above case the spirit (or whatever) is projecting their image into your mind.
 
Taking the account at face value for the purpose of speculation, there are a number of other things it makes sense of.


I've been intending a few times to start a post about that tv show i keep mentioning, Celebrity Ghost Stories, or more to the point about the interesting patterns which emerge when you've watched a large number of accounts of apparition encounters over multiple episodes and seasons. One of the repeated features - i must have seen at least 4 or 5 stories on that show that involve this - is of a ball of light appearing in the witness's room at night. Sometimes it remains as such, other times it morphs partly or wholly into a recognisable person.

It's immediately interesting to me to wonder if this represents confirmation of "Lois's" sense of herself as being a ball of energy.

Well let's go with that. We can skip past whether some "orbs" are more than dust specks and give a few moments thought to what it would mean to be a formless ball of energy, to exist without a body. I imagine when most of us contemplate the possibility of an afterlife we people it with physical forms, including our own in some "astral body" indistinguishable from our earthly one. To discard that comforting notion for one of being truly discarnate is at first very unsettling. What kind of existence would that be? But, again taking Lois's reported words as real and accurate it becomes less disturbing. If say you left your body at death and 'met' your dead loved ones - if the act of "projecting your appearance into their minds" was a mutual thing, how indistinguishable would it be from waking reality? Sound, touch and taste would presumably just as mutually transferable with your thoughts. When we dream at night our dream selves have no literal physical form, but it does as far as it's concerned. This would also explain the oft reported claim via mediums that this "summerland" realm, like dreaming, involves changing your physical surroundings with a mere thought. Apparitions and hauntings she appears to have partially explained. Perhaps poltergeist activities and the meaningful coincidences of after death communications are the increased psi abilities of an un-encased mind.
 
As I've often explained, my late father had firm ideas about the Afterlife and how he'd appear in it. He believed he'd be transformed into pure Spirit.

Soon after his death I dreamed of him (as described hereabouts) wearing a Biblical-looking white robe, which he pulled aside to show that he was 'all changed now'.

His body was smooth and featureless like that of an Action Man toy. This transformation was exactly what he'd expected, to the extent of taking me aback.

So IF Dad was right and IF he could come back to tell me he was, which is incidentally also typical of him! then, well, I dunno.
 
Since my parents died (Dad passed on February 7, 2014 and Mom followed a year later on the 6th) they've only appeared briefly in a few dreams. The one standout is where I'm trying to get across some treacherous, watery terrain with a a cliff/rocks/certain death on both sides and my mom is following behind me saying, "Keep going, Impybat." The other involved a cast of deceased family members gathered at our old house and nobody acknowledges me. :( The other I wrote about in one of the COVID dreaming threads, it was too weird but involved my mom being 80 years old and pregnant...
 
gattino said:
The answer to all of these speculations may be readily available in what, to me, is the most extraordinary case i think ive read in any book about survival.

In Leslie Kean's book Surviving Death, Chapter 20 is turned over to the well known expert on ghosts, Loyd Auerbach and the subject of Interactive Apparitions.

Basically in involves him and his colleagues going to visit a family seemingly haunted by the ghost of a former owner of the house they live in. She's witnessed particularly by the young son. What makes the reported case so unique is that Auerbach reports essentially interviewing the ghost via the boy. The kid can seemingly see and hear her (Lois) like Jimmy Stewart could see and converse with the otherwise invisible Harvey the rabbit. They ask her questions and the boy reports her replies. What makes it tantalising is that the information that is passed on is not only accurate about the deceased but about the investigators themselves and private conversations they were having in the car on the way to the house (Lois says she decided to hitch a ride with them as she was suspicious they were there to get rid of her and wanted to check them out!)

Anyway here's a transcript of the relevant passages in the chapter....

"Pat and her mother said they had seen the figure for fleeting moments, and she always appeared as an elderly woman. Chris, on the other hand, told me himself that he had been seeing her almost every day for more than a year and a half, since that first time he waved back at her. He told me she didn't always appear as an old woman. She often shifted her appearance, looking like a teenager, a six year old, a woman in her thirties, and sometimes middle-aged. When I asked him about her clothes, Chris said they changed all the time. Pat and her mother also admitted seeing Lois wearing different clothing, even though she was always the same elderly woman when they saw her. This was important to me, as was the appearance of Lois at different ages. Changing clothing and changing ages in the perceived visual, especially when coupled with interaction and communication, is an indicator of self-awareness and consciousness. "

During the "interview" with the ghost via Chris, the boy, it continues...

"I brought my questioning back to the issue of how Lois appeared in a form that people could see - how was that possible? Through Chris, Lois said she believed she did not have a "form". She believed she was some kind of "ball of energy" that was able to communicate by projecting her thoughts to others. These thoughts included visual and verbal information that she would "project into the minds of others" so they would "see" and "hear" her as if she were really there.
(.........)It meant that Lois was aware that she was literally telling Chris's mind what to perceive. They were not really, visually, seeing or hearing Lois. The information she "broadcast" added to their own perceptions. In communicating with Chris her "broadcast" was more intentional, directional, while with the others she was just putting out a " signal" which they turned out to be capable of perceiving.

(......) "Why was Lois appearing in different forms and clothing?" I asked. "Because that's how she felt that day," he replied. In other words it was Lois's own sense of self, her perceptions about the way she viewed herself that day (at a particular age, in particular clothing), that shaped her "projection" of herself. So why do ghosts have clothes? Because that's how most people visualize themselves...with clothing on."

Not directly relevant to this thread, you might be interested to know her reply to how and why she came to be haunting the house rather than being in some afterlife realm. She purportedly explains that as she was dying, and being a church raised believer in heaven and hell, she was concerned her love of partying left her at risk of being sent to the latter so "why take the chance". As she slipped away - she is claimed to say - she concentrated her thoughts and intentions on her beloved house and where she wanted to be at that moment. And the next thing she knew....
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I just downloaded this for Kindle and can't wait to read it! Thanks for posting about it.
 
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