Tuesday, October 28, 2008


So I've been tagged by Christopher and now must submit seven facts about myself. Furthermore, I must "tag" and link to seven other blogs or else something horrible may happen to me. For instance, I could wake up to find I've turned into a Republican Baptist who prefers the Rush Limbaugh podcast to my morning Writer's Almanac fix. 

Normally I don't care for chain letter-style memes, but why take the risk when so much is at stake? So here goes.

1. I never had morning sickness when I was pregnant. But I if I sat down and really thought about the fact that I had another person growing inside of me I'd get so sick I'd throw up.

2. I'm fascinated by old graveyards and love to take pictures of tombstones. I blame my childhood for my obsession with Things Morbid; I grew up on a haunted farm.

3. I can mimic a Barred Owl call so well that I can get them to answer or even fly close to me in the wild.

4. I enjoy sewing and have made my own clothes in the past. I also love to knit and make little felt dolls.

5. I used to think I could be friends with anyone despite philosophical differences. I recently found out that's not true. Some differences just can't be overcome.

6. I believe in magic and the supernatural. I've seen proof of both.

7. I shattered my ankle over a year ago. It turned out to be one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

So here are the seven bloggers I am "tagging":

Assorted Misgivings and Trepidations - Home of Bobb Citizen of the Earth. My daily online stress-reliever and Moment of Zen.

Sea Scribes - Grace is beautiful and brilliant. Her writing leaves me breathless.

Pagreenery - Musings, wordplay, rabbits and more! Oh, and Lu' is a really nice person, too.

Mouthing Off With Micky-T - If you can get past that scary bird, this is a wonderful little political blog.

Fluffiest Blog in the West - Shrub is an awesome guy. He doesn't update that often anymore so I don't know if he'll participate, but his blog is worth reading for his Testicle Tuesday archives alone.

Jana the Caring Cleaning Lady - So technically her blog is called "Get Off the Phone," but Jana the Caring Cleaning Lady is what I call her. Super sweet gal who just adopted a kitten that looks a lot like my new kitty!

Entropic Doom - Don't let the blue hair fool you. She's a hip young chick and a damn good writer!


JohnR said...

Hey #5 isn't aimed at me is it?

Morgan said...

Lord no, JohnR. Sadly enough it is aimed at someone whom I thought was a trusted friend until she revealed herself as a willfully ignorant redneck. Suffice it to say that after seeing the crowd at her birthday party and the influence they had over her, I realized that she was not the free-thinking independent person I thought but a Follower of the lowest kind.

It's a shame. I had thought a lot of her before who I found out who she really was.

You, JohnR, are fine. You've always been honest with me and others, I believe.

thimscool said...

OK. I'll bite.

What is your best single piece of evidence for the supernatural? Not the one that would convince an "objective" observer. The one that is the most convincing to you.

Morgan said...

Alright, I'll tell you if you promise not to laugh.
It was twelve years ago and I was in the field behind my house. It was November, and the night of the full moon and I was engaged in a ritual known as "Drawing Down the Moon."
I was looking up and focused solely on the moon, on my connectedness with both the light from above and the earth below. It's hard to explain, Luke, but I felt like I was a link between them, or that the energy was flowing through the moon, through me, and into the earth and back out again. And no, I hadn't been drinking or smoking or anything like that.
I fell into a trance-like state. That's really the only way to describe it, and as I stood there I started to hear owls. Not just one or two but dozens. They were everywhere around the field - all kinds - calling. If you know anything about owls, that is atypical. The larger ones have a territory of a mile or so and they rarely cross boundaries other than to mate. But there were loads of them in the trees around the field and they were all calling and calling and calling. And something else happened. I started to hear things, and by things I mean I could hear insects walking and animals breathing and tiny hearts beating. It was like I was everywhere and everything all at once.
I stood out there for an hour at least and when I went back in the house I collapsed and slept well into the next day.
I could have dismissed it as a dream or a vision, but Larry was outside during this time and the next morning he said what happened had scared him. He'd heard the owls and didn't know whether to come get me or leave me be out there. He said I was just standing there stock still like a statue and he'd never, ever heard anything like it.
Larry's an agnostic and said he has no explanation for what he saw.
I don't either. I only know that there is some things in this world we can't explain. I've never had an experienced quite like that sense, but it affirmed or me the existence of Things Unseen. It was proof of the Impossible, the Wonderful, the Magical.
Quite frankly, it was the most amazing moment of my life.

thimscool said...

Was it a moment, or an hour? Can Larry confirm the duration was longer than a few owl calls?

What difference would it have made if you had drank or smoked something? Had you done anything else that might have affected you psychologically, if not physiologically?

That sounds like quite an experience. I'm envious.

thimscool said...

Let's hear another...

Morgan said...

It didn't seem like that long, but it was at least an hour. Larry said after I went in the owls continued to call. It freaked him out.

My point about saying I hadn't drunk or smoked anything was to emphasize that I wasn't tripping or imagining it. What happened was real.

The only difference drinking and smoking would have made would have been to have made me doubt that what happened was real.

Another, you say?

Well....the only other "real" think i can point to was my time on the Haunted Farm. My family there when I was about eight, and Weird Shit happened on an ongoing basis. Old lantern lights would come bobbing down the path and disappear, we'd hear voices outside and look to see no one there. The most unnerving thing that happened involved our animals. Twice our cats stood and began circling something we could NOT see in the living room, all the while with backs arched and yowling like they were facing down some huge dog or something. Our horses would sometimes freak out when we were trail riding and just go crazy trying to get away from something we could not see in their path.

I never knew what to make of what happened there. I know two families lived and died on that land, and it was rumored to also be the site of a Coharie Indian massacre.

I have a theory that land can absorb and replay energy kind of like a tape recorder. I think that our farm was a hot spot for this kind of energy. But I also think we had some negative spirits or something there and that is what the animals were reacting to.

thimscool said...

By "tape recorder", do you mean that ghosts cannot be interactive (from their perspective, not yours or your cats)? What about poltergeists?

As a physicist, I wince when someone uses the term "energy" like that. Let's say, "information" or "consciousness". I don't want to be a dick, but really: energy means something, and I can only tolerate so much popular dilution of the concept.

Morgan said...

You may wince, but years ago who thought we could harness energy in the way we do today or manipulate it to work lights, computer, phones, etc.

I think there's a lot we don't understand - I know there's a lot i don't understand. I'm no physicist, so I won't make a fool of myself debating you on these points, but it seemed to me that much of what happened on the farm wasn't interactive.

I don't know if you would call it energy or not. I do because that's the easiest way for me to describe the things that happened that did not feel interactive. I feel like I was experiencing something that would have happened whether anyone was watching or not, like a rerun or something.

The things that happened with the animals ...those things had a decidedly different feel to them. It was as if there was a presence there, and not a nice one, either. The animals certainly saw and reacted to something we could feel but not see.

But back to energy. I can be in a room with someone and know right away whether they are genuine or not, or whether they are friendly or just pretending to be. I get strong "vibes" from people and always have.

These waves or whatever...whether from places like our farm or people, I've always just termed it energy. It's a force of some kind. What would you call it, if you even believe it at all?

I'm always interested in discussing esoteric things with scientific people. It's a challenge because scientific people almost always dismiss things they can't explain. it's kind of like a color-blind person who denies the existence of Red because they have no personal proof of it in their spectrum.

Christopher said...

Truly scientific people won't dismiss things they can't explain. If they can't explain something, they'll look for an explanation. I call myself an open-minded skeptic. That is, I have trouble believing in the supernatural, but hope that, if something that appeared to be supernatural happened to me that I honestly couldn't explain, I wouldn't deny it. And, despite my skepticism, I try not to dismiss the experiences of others, especially when I wasn't there and may have experienced the exact same thing they did.
Lights bobbing down paths seems to be a very common phenomenon (see will o' the wisps for instance). There's a place in Chapel Hill, Tennessee, where a light is often seen moving up and down railroad tracks. The story is that a railroad worker carrying a lantern along the tracks fell and was decapitated by the train, and now perpetually walks up and down looking for his lost head. I love that story. It always gives me chills.

Morgan said...

Christopher, there's a very similar story in a community in our area. It's the "Maco Light" and supposedly is the spirit of a man named Joe Baldwin who was decapitated during a train accident many years back. I remember seeing the light when I was a little girl. It's kind of a local legend.

I know that sometimes the unexplained lights are also called "fairie lights." I recently read a really interesting book in Irish faerie lore. Stories go way, way back about the Sidhe and other faerie races. There's a lot of speculation about who "they" are . Theories range from they fey being the original "fallen angels" to just another race unseen.

It's easy to dismiss things like that but you have to wonder sometimes when so many accounts from different places and time periods have similarities. It's really fascinating, especially since the old people interviewed in the book seem to take the existence of fairies as fact.