When I was just into my teenage years, I suffered from bad asthma. In those days, in Glasgow, coal fires were still allowed and that, combined with the industrial pollution used to give us what we termed 'pea-soup' fogs. We called it that because it was as thick as pea-soup and if you held your arm out you literally couldn't see your hand at the end of your arm. It really WAS that bad.
One unfortunate side effect of this was that rapes, muggings and other crime proliferated because the criminals knew they could use the fog as cover. Another side effect was that more people wre knocked down because drivers couldn't see far enough in front to stop in time.
Due to the pollution, I used to have to wear something over my nose and mouth or it would bring on an asthma attack. I hated it, but what could I do? I had had all sorts of treatment for it, from infra-red lamps to steam, to injections, to inhalers - but nothing worked. Around this time, I had to go into hospital to have my appendix removed. That was an experience all right but while I was in the hospital, I never had to worry about my asthma. Still, that's another story. lol
I was sent to a convalescent hospital out in the countryside afterwards, (they don't "do'' these anymore), then was sent to the convent my sister belonged to after that. Yes, I know. I man in a convent but they gave me a room in the annexe and I thoroughly enjoyed it, apart fropm the fact I had no option but to attend mass every morning. lol
The convent was a lovely big, old mansion house, set in its own grounds. It had its own grotto, a tennis court and extensive gardens in which they used to hold regular 'garden fetes' to raise funds. I had a great time siting in the gardens reading or walking. On a couple of occasions, I even played Tennis with a couple of the nuns. lol
Being a convent and a big old house though, it had lots of rooms and nooks and crannies you could get lost in. Upstairs there was a television room where I could go and watch the TV if it was wet outdoors. One day, I decided to do just that, and that's when I saw her....!
The television room was the only room, the only door at the end of a short corridor. It was to the left as you walked down the corridor and as I headed towards it this day, I saw the back of a nun a few feet in front of me. In those days, they wore the long brown habit, so that is what I seen. It wasn't a transparent figure, it was the full figure of a nun, in her habit, walking in front of me. I didn't feel or sense anything. There were no small hairs standing up on the back of my neck, so I figured everything was okay.
When she turned into the TV room, I thought to myself, "Thats good, I'll have some company then!". This nun was only about maybe a minute ahead of me, if that, but when I opened the door to the TV room, I stepped inside to find it completely empty. It was a fairly large room with chairs set out at different angles, in different places but there was nowhere that nun could have hiden from me, even ifshe had wanted to. This was even the days before the widescreen LCD televsion sets so it6 wasn't even as if she was behind the TV. lol The onlt place she could have gone would have been out of the window and that wasn't very likely.
I never felt phased by this at all. I was just kinda like, "Oh, okay then!", when I realised I was indeed alone in the room. Still there was no scared feeling about it. I didn't stay to watch television though. I was brave just not that stupid lol
I never saw this nun's face, never even saw anything about her other than the back of her as she walked away from me, but see her, I did. For some reason, this is one of those things that has stayed with me over the years. Coincidentally, one of my aunts was also a nun, although I never knew her as she had died by the time I was old enough to know much. It has crossed my mind however that this nun just might, possibly, have been that aunt. Who knows for sure?
Ghosts, Spirits, the Discarnate, call them what you will, ARE real, as far as I am concerned. I'm not sure why, or even if there is a reason at all, but I have seen too much to not believe. Someone asked
me if I had seen any malevolent Spirits too and my answer is that it depends on your definition but, in my experience, those who are truly malevolent are not 'classed' as Human Spirits. In other words, they have never experienced physical life, but that's another story, for another time, for another blog.
Peace Friends.
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