Sunday evening, I went to Wegman’s to pick up a salad for Monday’s lunch as well as sodas and snacks for the week. Derek, the cashier who rang me up, inquired about where I had my face painted (I was done up like Tigger), and I told him it was at the annual psychic fair at Psychic’s Thyme. He asked me about that and then asked if I believed in ghosts. I simply smiled and said, “Well, I sorta have to, seeing as I’m a medium.” I think that answer rather surprised him, as he started babbling a bit. He mostly started talking about the “Paranormal Activity” movies.
This is something I’ve noticed with some people. While they are fascinated by movies and tales of the paranormal, they really get uncomfortable around those of us who are (or claim to be, if my more skeptical readers prefer) “the real deal.” I’m not sure whether it’s because they find the idea of spirits frightening and therefore find a spooky, controllable fantasy more appealing than if they were to consider it a reality they do not understand. Or maybe it’s for some other reason.
Of course, in reality, communicating with spirits isn’t nearly as interesting or titillating as the stuff they put in Paranormal Activity or similar movies. In a lot of ways, spirit communication is quite ordinary and unremarkable. Granted, it’s touching in its own way, but in a very different way than the normal thrills.
Spirit communication is ultimately about connection with our greater spiritual comity. In Saturday’s post, I spoke of the ancestors as a source of wisdom and the creators of the world we inherited. Spirit communication is an opportunity to connect with those predecessors — though more recently passed loved ones are the most likely to connect with us this way and maintain that sense of continuity and community. It’s a way to remember them, honor them, and learn just a bit more from them.
But then, I’m not sure everyone values that the same.
 To be honest, I’m more inclined to find them annoying, especially on those occasions where they show up in every day life. After about the third time I look behind myself to see if the presence I’m feeling is connected to a physical body in a public space, I start to worry that the other people are starting to think I’m weird.
 In fairness, they’d be right…