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The Weight of Ghosts

** The Weight of Ghosts * ———————— We do not truly realize how Our lives are so crowded, thick With spirits and messages. We are as yet untuned to know. So, We need to sense the fully living Within from those motioning without Around about and collect them thus Into the backpacks of memory To be the folktales we’ll share In the telling later, as we circling Sit around the campfire’s flames Flickering sparks of security To crack the sealing dark night. Note how it happens unexpectedly: When, maybe every other month Has skated by, and only Then it is realized an instant After the fact…That, caught By the corners of eyesight, “Oh my! I have just seen, it Seems, a ghost strolling by!” Too, (you may smile) those Sights have almost always been The paced gray wisps Of one or the other of A beloved dog or cat that’s come From their vast park-land, Their rolling,green, grassy Freedom t’other side O’ The Bridge, O’ playing chase on high, During which, perchance, as my Intuition senses, the event Of their “visiting” here, Occurs (to them also with some Surprise) as if there were some Unexpected trapdoor-wormholes of Passage between heaven and here… Too, as today, there are the times When ghosts may be coming in my Glimpses of more Than forms sculpted of white dust, Just as it seemed for me, an hour ago While eating my breakfast toast. Here on my being-bedridden hospital bed, With our pups lying set-ready, begging Beside my feet, I was taken From my minute of enjoyable eating By a slight sensation of a lowering Of the bed’s adjustable head. Had its aging mechanism taken A belated final fall? Hmm… But, then, twisting around, I thought I gauged a slight pushing Down of the sheets on the other side Of my pillow, causing me To ponder, “What other presence Comes, it seems mindlessly, Poised begging a taste of toast?” Plus…without the misty, lacy form: Unseen, however, it must be Bearing Weight On my bed, by me! — as, similarly, Twice in my life before, When I had felt — a touching — A tapping on my shoulder, so That I’d turned to see if Anyone were there — although It would seem to be not A question of a Who, but a What? Those presences not glanced, but felt. Not a question of vision, But of touch, of weight. Not of light, but of gravity. Without conclusions, the unfor- Getable instances that I keep With a wondering smile — Of how it can be ever or more That some ghosts might be seen And others would Crinkle the sheets as they stop by? ——————————————————————————————— (c) sally young Eslinger 12/15/21 (Written for Campbell Welch) Thank, Charlie

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Date: 12/19/2021 1:53:00 PM
Well said, Sally, you paint a marvelous picture of dimensions. I too believe in ghosts, good angels, and the negatives -- us all separated less by time and space, and more by consciousness. Oh, Gershon: only if the Ghosts are departed Aliens. Great read!
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 1/3/2022 9:44:00 AM
Happy new year,Joe. Sorry to be so late answering. I agree with your summary, I think, I cannot. Oreally say how or what it all is, just that it is and is not aliens. I most clearly sense God about it all somehow. Be well. Hugs!
Date: 12/16/2021 7:25:00 PM
Do you think that ghosts and UFO's are related? I never thought about it 'til I read your intriguing poem, Sally. ~ Just a-wondering
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/16/2021 11:26:00 PM
Gershon, I am honored you took the time to come by, read, and comment. Check your SoupMail, where I answered your questions. I wish you a Merry Christmas! Blessings! sally
Date: 12/16/2021 10:50:00 AM
Well Sally it seems you can draw on quite some Happenings, I never knew of anything other Worldly for decades.. Until we'll let's just say Things changed.) Hmm yet there are different Reports often from how can I put it? other ends Of the spiritual spectrum? That will do I guess The space here is limited, anyway may you be Well, God guide and bless you.!
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/17/2021 3:27:00 AM
Blessings shower you! xox Sounds scary, like the To Be Avoided and imight add a reason to grow closer to God, to develop the gift of discernment. Sounds like you know that, which has helped you. Seems this poem has started some discussion. Thanks for starting it!
Date: 12/16/2021 10:46:00 AM
I will never forget walking down a street with my girlfriend and some of her friends when I spotted an "old crone" heading straight for us. She was making remarkable speed, and I turned to say so to my girlfriend when suddenly the crone stopped right in front of me with the most evil grin you could imagine, making the hair stand up on the back of my neck. We were all sober, but I was the only one to see the old crone, so I enjoyed your write! Aloha!
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Date: 12/17/2021 10:10:00 AM
My girlfriend and her friends agreed she must have been an angel because if I had not stopped, they would have continued walking and been hit by a car speeding through a redlight, so people continue seeing the same event from a different perspective . . ..
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/17/2021 4:01:00 AM
OMG, Rico! That’s one for campfire telling. As you related it don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I think whatever closeness you had to God in your soul at that time was sensed by the occupying demon & saved you.Glory to God! Thanks for adding your story. Bountiful blessings, hugs.
Date: 12/16/2021 5:11:00 AM
There are so many types of ghosts Sally, some are more visible and active others are subtle, I think it depends on the condition of their light and energy force, beautiful write, Merry Christmas dear heart, xo
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/17/2021 4:09:00 AM
Mystic Rose, thank you for your interesting and supportive comment. You might like to check out my additional comments to others here. As I wrote, the air around us is thick, and with the unknown, I agree with your words. Hugs!
Date: 12/15/2021 11:45:00 PM
I do not believe in ghosts, Sally, but your write makes one ponder:)
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/17/2021 4:22:00 AM
Hi Jo! I, too, cannot say ghosts are a Fact, which is why I ended the poem with saying, “Without conclusions…”. Things occur; I “file” them; I may mention them to God, who will provide guidance & protection, my discernment growth. I think it all does somehow exist, causing wondering, which is a reason I wrote this. Good to see you. Thank you for voicing your take, which I think, actually, majority of us think. Hugs!
Date: 12/15/2021 8:14:00 PM
I wonder too, those moments if there is a presence in the room when I hear a noise, or my name whispered. Enjoyed reading. I too, have my puppy at my feet or side in bed. Happy Holidays my friend
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Sally Eslinger
Date: 12/17/2021 4:30:00 AM
Dear Eve, without any extraordinary knowledge, I agree. Things odd and unknown are experienced. And when that inner voice responds with an alerting feeling to the positive or negative, I think it IS a signal, resulting in pondering and curiosity. Thanks for your thoughts about this. I add my wishes you may have a cherished Christmas! HUGS,

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