Monday, October 15, 2012
iphone picture of yesterday's boiling sky
Shalom from haunted DC.
Every year right about now I begin to notice the spirits, the ghosts, the wandering dead. It feels like they are newly arrived, but my guess is that they're always hanging around, though not as palpable as in October.
The leaves fall, at which time huge chunks of sky, obscured by the leaf canopy in summer, are suddenly revealed. Similarly, or it goes in the Reyaverse, in October the veil thins. The ghosts become apparent. Their presence is so strong at this time of year, they are nearly visible to the "naked eye," (whatever that means).
People say they don't sense the ghosts, but I think they do, and I am entitled to my opinion. Ever had that creepy feeling that someone is right behind you, but when you turn around, no one is there? Yep, that's what I'm talking about. Rational people immediately discount the mystery of moments like that by creating a plausible story: it was the wind, or the leaves blowing on the sidewalk, something clanking around in the backpack or bag, etc.
Autumn is a great time to commune with the Dead. No doubt I'll make my way over to Arlington one day in the next couple of weeks, hang out with the soldiers. I also have been aware of a lot of horse ghosts this year, shuffling up and down the streets, through carriage house walls and such.
Halloween is the only night I will not speak to the spirits. It's the night when all the creepy, mean, angry dead come out to have fun at our expense. The kids look cute in their outfits, I suppose. It does seem to be later in the evening when the chaotic, let's-do-some-damage atmosphere takes hold. Those ghosts are the bullies and petty criminals of the spirit world. That's why we give out candy, to appease the angry spirits.
What do I mean "we?" I won't hand out a single piece of candy to that crew. I'm not afraid of them and I won't be bullied. As usual I will seek refuge under the roof of the house on Tennessee Avenue, with the dogs and my ex housemates.
Until Halloween, though, I am enjoying the contact. Most of the spirits in DC mean no harm. They're just hanging out.