This month, I facilitated an online seminar about the spirituality of the ghost story. Something came up that’s worth sharing here, because it ties in so well with our conversation about ghosts.
One story (The Lawn Jockey, from my book Death Be Not Loud) was about a small statue which appears to be evil and which gradually gains power over its owner. In reviewing this story, one of the very clever participants opined that the lawn figure in the story wasn’t a ghost, but instead, the repressed nature of the character who purchased it and was drawn to it.
This resonated for me in terms of our ongoing discussion here about ghosts. I’ve talked about ghosts as dysfunctions – what a great example!
In the abovementioned story, each time the main character is injured or harmed, the statue/monster gains strength. A very interesting juxtaposition, no?
If you think in terms…
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This rectory is made of old stone,
must have been here for over
a century. Actually, history
of the church lists its age
as 191 years old.
It is located at ~
28 East William Street,
This rectory is
next door to St.Mark’s
The church has 70’s look
with turquoise and cream details.
This rectory door is part of a
collection of doors posted
every Thursday on a
founder and friend’s
blog who is on a break:
When you stop by, please tell
Norm Frampton who sent you!
In late August, I discovered something very special about my adopted hometown of Hartford, Connecticut – a special connection to my hometown of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I know, it’s baseball, but this was a special feel-good moment for me.
I was sitting with my best friend, looking around the newly opened Dunkin’ Donuts Stadium when something caught my attention. On the left side of the wall in center field was the number ‘21’ enshrined in the same fashion as the ‘42’ on the right side. ‘42’ is for Jackie Robinson – the number has been retired throughout the entire Major League Baseball (MLB) system. ‘21’ was Roberto Clemente’s number, but Clemente played for the Pittsburgh Pirates. He started playing for them the season after I was born and he died shortly after I graduated high school. Still a Pirate, still playing strong, he died in a plane crash while…
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The hitchhiker is a ghost which appears by the side of the highway, looking for a ride. In some reports, the ghost is picked up and then vanishes from the car. In some, ghost is dropped off and it is only later discovered that it wasn’t a living person. There are many accounts of hitchhiking ghosts at crossroads and outside of cemeteries. One I’ve run across often is the ghost of a young lady, dressed for a dance, who is at the side of the road and then disappears when witnesses get to the spot, or after the person stops the car.
This story and its variations are so frequently related that it may well be a kind of Jungian symbol or archetype, drawn from the universal unconscious. They are certainly a kind of modern urban legend. Because of the frequency of these sightings (whether actual ghosts…
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