Spooky Fun: Ghosts Have Humor

59c0c514a3f58_thumb900So, taking a break from book 11 in the Metatron’s Army Series, listening to Offspring.

 Grrr– damn it if I didn’t get teary eyed AGAIN even as I “fixed” the “sad moment” aka dark moment.  GRRRRRR BLEEP!

Note:  Why do I bother?  Well…  as Verix would say…it’s complicated.

I took a brief break to ensure my latest Spooky Fun video posted correctly.

Wrote 3000 words in less than two hours.  My left arm/wrist is a bit tired.”

So, as I mention at the end of this latest video (Putting in An Appearance 3), my Vegas ghost changed my life – continues to do so.

The fun in Spooky Fun.

Ghost Humor.  Ghosts have an amazing sense of humor.

Which makes me wonder how they were when they were among us.  My Vegas ghost has the best laugh.  Like Emilio Estevez in Stake Out when he tosses the cat in with the dog in the back seat of the car.

This Vegas ghost has opened my eyes.  I continue to learn – as I think he does – and we share a friendship – and trust.  And humor.

With occasional seriousness.

I share a couple of humorous incidents in upcoming videos but thought I’d give a sideways view into a scenario that takes place at the crossroads of humor and “Really?”

So, in FC, CO, at the movie theatre, watching Sorcerer’s Apprentice.  I look to my right to see said ghost crouching in the aisle – eating popcorn!

I remember thinking, Seriously?  There’s a ghost in the aisle watching a movie and eating popcorn!

I asked – telepathically (a convenient method of communication) – “You can eat?

He replied, “It’s more like a memory.”

What happened next was a turning point in our relationship.

Up to that point our relationship was a complex amalgam of – I could have cared less who he was, could care less if he didn’t like that I didn’t like his music taste – and…

But he was caring.

I saw a glimpse of how much when I had a temperature of 104 and was alone with little kids – hubby on business trip.  Every time I opened my eyes through that rough and temperature elevated night he was in the same place (standing against a wall near the bathroom), watching.  He never left.  He never said one word to me but I could see/sense he was worried about me.  

At the theatre, I asked, “Do you think you could take the pain?”

The way he’d done when he was riding shot gun during EMF research and I had a nasty headache.

We were driving past frack rigs and white trucks with no logos that would have fit in Silkwood or any number of sci-fi horror films.

He said, “Yeah.”

Next thing I know, the pain is gone.

After that, our dialogue and our interactions took on a different context.

Though we still disagree about some music.  


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