It was thirteen minutes after 3:00 a.m. on a dark and rainy Sunday morning. A doctor was carefully driving home from a hospital.*
*Following data taken from the World Illustrated publication: No. 513.
Only a fool or a doctor would be out on a night like this, thought the doctor, as he drove toward a cemetery.
Suddenly the car lights revealed a bus shelter along the road. It was at the entrance to the cemetery. In the shelter stood a young girl.
“What in the world?” the surprised doctor muttered. She’s all alone … at this hour of the night.
The doctor stopped his car, opened the passenger door and yelled, “The last bus left hours ago. Better let me give you a lift.” Impossible to Believe: A Ghostly Hitchhiker!
My apologies for the lack of posts. I’m currently very busy with personal stuff and this may take a while. Besides an impending lack of broadband, my laptop needs some repairs or possibly, replacement. This is likely to extend the amount of time I’m off line but I’ll do my best to update as often as possible. – Ellis
Ramana Maharishi once said: “If you dream and see several men, and then wake up and recall your dream, do you try to ascertain if the persons of your dream creation are also awake?”
No, we just get out of bed and get on with what we believe to be “real”. But who is to say (until proof to the contrary) that this is not another dream? I often ask myself: to which extent am I responsible for what’s going on in this dream, called “reality”? Do I have any power over it, can I truly influence it? What is my allegiance to the “several” men, women and children I met in this dream, or to the many more I keep hearing and reading about, seeing in the news, as living on the same “planet” as me? are they for real, or will they just vanish one day just like the characters in my night dreams do each morning? Continue reading →