Reincarnation

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” is a question I often hear.   

“I’m not sure, but I used to worry that I would drown in the ocean at age 26.  I thought it could have happened to me in a past life,” I tell them.  Then I listen to their stories.    

Reincarnation is in the news.  Ten year old Ryan Hammons and his mother believe he is the reincarnation of Marty Martyn, a bit actor in Mae West’s first film Night After Night.  Ryan was interviewed by Dr. Jim Tucker, associate profession of psychiatry and neurobehavioral sciences at the University of Virginia, who then spoke with the media.  With a fact based assessment, Dr. Tucker put his career on the line and reacted in a positive way.  On a personal note, the University of Virginia has an excellent paranormal library because I spent an afternoon there in awe. 

A belief system is personal and should be respected.  We all learn lessons from the past, from our parents and grandparents and stories they tell.  No matter how far past and to what dimension some of us go, I think respect is the key.  Why ridicule the unknown?

A McGee on St. Patricks Day

My McGee relatives all live in Alabama.  They say they are southerners and that’s the end of it, but one distant cousin recently worked on a family tree.  A (great, great bunch of greats) grandmother “knew things” so she is my psychic relative.  The family tree didn’t go far back enough to include other countries, but the name McGee screams Irish.  Today I will wear the green.

St. Patricks Day fits me.  It’s full of leprechauns, which are magical fairies in Irish mythology.  Like me, a leprechaun is a solitary creature.  It can be called a sprite, which is defined as a ghost or a fairy.  I can relate to ghosts.  I see them when I work on murder cases and I sometimes see them in houses and forests.  A fairy feels spooky to me, especially the one in the movie Peter Pan. 

Green beer and Irish whiskey and anything gluten now give me hives, but I haven’t aged out of sprite behavior, so frivolity is in order.  And guess what?  You don’t have to be Irish to enjoy a day of fun.