Nearly a year has passed since my mother dies and feel as if I was walking on egg shells. At the watchful view of people, I wonder how a non -believing ghost researcher will happen in the first year. They may not watch and maybe no one scrutinically, but I feel it. I wondered for a while if that is in fact my own look, and internal scrutiny, not from the outside. I certainly did not know.
Then I wrote a post on the blog about the synchronization and chance that I went through and I knew with certainty that it was not me. I received a care message through my blog about how it was shame This sadness was cloudy about the reality of the situation.
There is nothing ashamed about an open and honest mind.
I feel like I can’t win any of the two directions. Strange things happened. Some of them participated, and some of what I will not do. I did not conclude any conclusions and I know the facts. That was literally what was the relevant publication!
… they did not control their perception as much as they were hoping. They have suffered from what is like watching a mystery Although they knew the reason for starting!
However, if I announce that the mysterious things are important, I will get clicks from the tongue and people will announce.This is sad, this“Their heads shake with the sympathy of sadness. As if a part of me died. As if they knew better. As if it was a shame that someone had a rational look. As if I was a stock to be verified. As if I would be classified. As if I owe them my ideas and physical feeds.
If I refuse, there are those who will say I will never see the evidence even when it is in front of my face. They will say that being an atheist and that being a believer is very close to your mind to know what is real. They will call me frustrated and naive.
Are you waiting for a cooking breath to see where my loyalty was thrown? Am I skeptical? An suspicion that I am a secret believer with ghosts? Am I Wu? Am I rational?
I refuse to be classified. Life is very short and the world is very interesting. There is a lot that must be discovered and learned beyond the limited categories, as many people are concerned by mistake: what they think is true, and what they think is wrong.
The truth is that my mother died almost a year ago and I do not care how to change me. I am on any side in the battle of the believers in exchange for the battle of non -believers. I am tired of trying to make the skeptics treat people better and refuse to do so anymore. I also sit on any walls and refuse. I will remain unintended stubbornly. I am very busy exploring and learning. I will never be ashamed From that.
