CHAPTER 10
It Takes All Kinds
There are times when I wish people were more similar so that I could predict their behavior more accurately, or at least figure out how to better understand the nuances of who they are. But I actually prefer diversity. The chaos of diversity is usually manageable, and the drama is most entertaining when everyone is grinding a different axe. I like the idea of different races and religions. I love the fact that men and women are often so totally opposite. I prefer many different species of flowers in the garden. I even like multi-colored Christmas lights. My neighborhood has an unwritten rule that everyone will use only the white holiday lights so that the entire street will have that classy uniform look to it. Every house but ours, that is. We’re the only ones who stray from the requirement, and I know it bothers some of my neighbors but life’s tough in the big city.

And I am certain this diversity also translates rather suitably to the spirit world. It should be basic knowledge that understanding ourselves offers a valuable advantage when trying to understand the spirit world. This is a very common theme within the paranormal community – that as we were in life, so we are in death. Nice guys are always nice guys and the creeps are always creeps. I don’t disagree with that, but I do think there are probably things we learn when we progress forward after life; things that change us – one would hope, for the better. But I am convinced that we remain basically who we are now. In some ways, that’s a shame because I think I could stand a makeover to some degree. There are things I would definitely change if it were possible, and I’m sure I’m not alone in that. I also wonder what happens to people who might not have been blessed while alive. If they were insane, especially through no fault of their own, do they graduate from life into a whole new kind of insanity? Or are they cured?

I understand that the crippled are safe from reaffirming their disabilities because bodies seem to be out of style in the afterlife, but what about autistic children, or people with mental retardation, or bipolar individuals? It seems almost cruel to make them endure these issues for time immemorial. It will piss me off if my dad is still suffering from dementia.

But it seems to me that these issues might be taken care of for us, and maybe our various afflictions are the things that do change when we move on. Or possibly, the only item that actually makes up a soul, or that is energy-driven, is the essence of who we are and not our capabilities and talents. I don’t know – like everything associated with the paranormal, it’s a mystery, and no matter what we think might be going on, it’s probably something different.

Regardless of how this essentially works, there is ample evidence that it definitely takes all kinds to make up a world, or for that matter, to make up an afterlife.

One thing that has always fascinated me is the whole relationship spirits are supposed to have with earth. For some reason, too often we think of them as being bound here – attached to buildings and objects occasionally, and even to living people. And as you probably remember, I have never really been comfortable with that explanation. I much prefer the notion that spirits are more freewheeling than that and can come and go pretty much as they please. They may seem to be permanent fixtures, but I see that as a choice they make. The guys at the old mental hospital come and go as they please, but they may feel obligated to return often for any number of reasons, which I believe are not as automatically understandable as we assume.