Ghosts,? what is it,? is it something see, feel, and yet cant put into our definition of what we think it is,? people see things that the mind cant comprehend, so like dreams it makes up things that we can understand, stories of people walking along a lane in minwinter, seeing a Monk walk past, yet the Monk leaves no footprints in the snow, or someone who is a vistor to a strange house and is going to the bathroom and see's something/someone walk across the hall way and into a wall, or a guy who had missed the last bus home, but when he gets to the where the bus turns round to go back, he see's a bus with all its lights on engine running and yet there is no one in the bus, not even a driver, and as the guy gets closer the image of the bus starts to fade into nothing, and the story of the guy who sits on a tram, the driver see's him get on the tram, and goes up stairs, the driver tells the conductor, you have a passenger up stairs, so the conductor goes upstairs, and find no one,
We all talk about the mind, but what is the mind,? we know it has something to do with the brain, but where is it really.? we've all heard the saying "oh his mind is playing tricks again", ? we know the brain is the power house for everything we do/say/think,
Could it be, that the mind is an independent host that stays with our body, and on death moves on.? ( the spirit,) can the mind take on a form of some kind, maybe it is this what we see, or think we see.?
Have you ever walked into a room and thought there was some one else in the room with you, and yet you know you where alone in the room. have you ever had a flash back to some time long ago, yet you have never been there, like a woman in Yorkshire normal background, ( normal person), and yet she always kept thinking of a small house with a low roof, and flagstones on the floor that came from a church. she was put in a trance, and when she was asked questions about her past life, she answered in an old French dialog, that had not been spoken since the 1700, when she was in the trance she could tell you all about where she lived and life was then, they had some one who could understand the old French, ( a professor from a university ) who heard the name of a small Town in the North of France, The woman had never been out of England, so how did she know anything about France let alone speak a dialect, she was taken to France, and to the town that she had spoke about, and of course she didn't recognise anything, but when they crossed the river she said, I used to live along there just up by the weir, the weir wasn't there then, but I remember it well, to cut a long story short, they looked in the local archives and found that where the weir is now, there had been two peasant houses, which had been build using the stones from an old church.
Was her mind from some one who lived in another time ? what do you think,?