Do You Believe In Ghosts?

Do you believe in ghosts?” I asked.

She said, “Yeah, but I find them comforting instead of scary.

Well.. that’s no fun.
 

We had just trespassed onto the top of a giant wall that looked like a small section of the Great wall of China. It was a tall structure on just outside of Toledo, Spain, right by the river and it was too hot to stay indoors, so we went out in the night to explore the city.
 

The area surrounding Toledo was littered with old ruins from it’s past, and they were a frequent hang out spot for local kids who were up to no good or study-abroad students like ourselves. 
 

At night all the shadows and stone were spooky remnants by the hillside. 
 

So why is it that some people see them all the time and others have never seen one?” I asked.
 

She stopped for a second “Because If you believe they’re real, then they are.
 

So it’s just a choice?
 

…. yeah, I guess it’s just a choice. You don’t have to be SO logical about everything. The magic is real if you think it is
 

A faint murmur of conversations could be heard from the town, as many Spaniards stay up late socializing, laughing and drinking wine.

There’s something about that ambiance that changes your mood. You start to feel more connected to spirituality, or a mysticism of some kind. 

 

And I opened my mind to it a bit. Like how you feel like a different person late at night versus how you feel at noon. Not a belief, more, a leaving extra room for something.

We’re entranced by these perception changes.

I remember being in New Orleans, in the sticky heat and overgrown foliage, feeling some new kind of opened energy. The music is buzzing and you’re walking down Frenchman and you’re feeling a bit intoxicated even if you’ve had nothing to drink. An energy where strangers are more like old friends and the lights make you feel lost.
 

It’s why we travel to see spectacular views. Why we climb mountains, take drugs, blast music, stick our head out the window of a moving car. 
 

We feel a certain reverence towards these moments. A quiet patience for passing your time.

We’re seeking a change of perception that unlocks a different part of ourselves, a
nd it’s available to you all the time. It could be something small to change your environment; light a candle, put on a different playlist, sit in a new spot you’ve never sat in before. Dive in cold water. Stare up at the stars...
 

We wandered further up the wall to a staircase, I felt the stone and took a seat right on the edge.
 

Laying on my back I exhaled a sigh. Then I heard what sounded like a faint whisper. A rustling of keys nearby. It was gentle, but enough to make me sit up.
 

Did you hear that??

Hear what?

I held my breath. 

Further up the wall you could see the outline of something heading our way.

Suddenly I was able to make it out..
it was 2 friends of ours also on a stroll. 

 

I smiled seeing them, but for a moment, I was opened up. 

 

“In the main, and from the beginning of time; mysticism has kept men sane, the thing that has driven men mad is logic. “
- G.K. Chesterton