there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophies!

I was recently asked what made me want to start up a paranormal research group. To be honest there’s a couple of reasons, the first is simple, those who know me well will know that my interest in such things has been long. I’m open minded to these things but I think I’ve also become a little more sceptical in my progressing years. Secondly, and here’s the odd bit, recent events have triggered my interest again. Back in the summer I was frying a couple of eggs, I was stood in the kitchen, on my own, as I went about the business of egg frying; I heard a distinct voice say “food!” I’m not easily spooked but I did have a shiver run down my spine. Another event happened at night, a few weeks later I was in bed all snuggled up and dozing off. I was thinking to myself that I should take the covers off for a bit as I was getting too warm. Moments later they removed themselves. Now I’ve put this down to the fact that I was half asleep and as I moved I made the quilt fall. Sometime later, again in the kitchen, I heard the sound of cutlery being rattled on a plate. I’d not long had dinner and the plate was on the side waiting to be washed up. When I went to the kitchen to make a cuppa I looked at the plate and wondered if the knife and fork had been placed on the plate together or spread apart as they now appeared. Having read many publications on the subject, I decided to do a simple clearing. So of I trotted to my local Wiccan outlet and purchased the necessary bits. As I went to pay for them, the nice young lass in the shop asked if I had a problem. I asked what she meant and she pointed out what the things I was buying could be used for. I told her about the three events, to which she suggested that I offer a choice. She went on to say that I should ask if he/she/it meant any harm and that I should ask three times. She was adamant that I would get some form of response. If I was uncomfortable with the provided response I should ask it to leave. If anything happened after that which made me ill at ease, I should do a clearing, if not then leave it be. So armed with this newly gained knowledge I pootled home and carried out the instructions. So far I haven’t needed to do the clearing and there’s been no further activity. But the interest is still there and every now and then I catch movement in the corner of my eye. But it no longer bothers me.

I realised on Sunday that I’m getting old. The 22^nd of this month was my daughters 22^nd birthday. The last time I saw TJ she was six. I was 23 when she was born and she was the most beautiful thing I have ever had the good fortune to look upon. I have absolutely no idea where she is or what she’s done with her life, but I think of her often, and I truly hope that I will one day get the chance to tell my precious little girl how much I love and miss her.

So the day closes on a bit of a sad note this time, rant free and somewhat restrained by my usual standards. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll be back to normal soon. Back to the shop on Saturday so I’m sure the pleasantness of 20 screaming 13-15 year olds will provide plenty of reasons to rant. There’ll also be a chance to catch up with my friend who was hurt in a fire last week.

Ta ta my little silver skin pickled onions.