Ghost stories

The Philippine Inquirer has some ghost stories told by a local priest who does exorcisms. Two of the ghosts in this story were women who died in their pregnancies:

Shortly after heeding his colleague’s advice, Tuazon began having disturbing experiences.

When he was having breakfast one morning, his oatmeal bowl flew a few feet from his seat and broke.

Then two of his Sto. Niño statues shook and fell to the floor; their heads separated “as if neatly sliced away.”

Says Tuazon: “I suspect it was one of the women who caused it. The bowl is similar to the outline of a pregnant belly. And the Sto. Niño, as we know, represents the Child Jesus.”

Of course, such visions are not limited to the Philippines.

Many Native Americans have their houses blessed to protect them, and my grandmother, when noises and door slammings kept her awake at night, had a Mass said for the soul, which never returned.

And then there is the story of Denver airport, which was built over a Native American sacred spot, and when it opened kept having problems with various devices such as the baggage handling machinery.

I first heard about the haunting from a Comanche patient: their medicine man had been approached to hold a ceremony, but he refused, since they were not Comanche spirits. Eventually they found someone else to hold a ceremony, and things settled down.

As for me, I've never seen a ghost or seen a vision.
But if I get a funny feeling about something wrong with a patient, I pay attention to that feeling...because often it means something is going on that we are missing...

Is this a "sixth sense" or merely because of experience?

Calling Art Bell, calling art bell...