Even so, my dominant belief system quickly rebounded and rejected the experience as hypoxia – or some such dying brain symptom. Imagine my cognitive dissonance in the years that followed when I saw a ghost, foreknew a death, and got sternly chastened by my guardian angel after driving home hammered on booze: “This is the last time I can help you. And you do know right from wrong,” he said.
Once he’d initially reached me, he wouldn’t quit. He kept teaching and teaching what life is for and conveying gentle amusement at my spiritual toddler ways. Soon I could “hear” other spirits as well – most recently an unhappy ghost in my Nehalem house!
My book, Die-Hard Atheist, recounts my struggle to NOT believe the series of paranormal events that relentlessly invaded my normal Newtonian world, until I gave up and embraced the joy of knowing there is more.
Cloud & Leaf Bookstore – July 18th, 5:30 P.M.
