I have experienced many, many things people would call paranormal, in many different ways. I lean more toward the fact that “ghosts” are real, but I still won’t make up my mind. I’ll know when I die. Or I won’t.
I was planning to get permission tomorrow for a controlled burn of all the brush brought down by our recent ice storms. This would have been my first experience. I lined up a young guy with a chain saw and kerosine. Weather tomorrow- winds between 30–40 mph. No burning allowed.
No one is even mentioning the fact that seVen has lived all throughout history. Even if you believe in creationism and not the big bang, that’s at least 6000 years.
At my neighbor’s across the hill. Satan turns on a huge spotlight, directed at my house, after dark and ruins my view of Venus and the moon. And come to think of it, I haven’t seen the neighbor in a dog’s age.