FAITH AND BELIEF

The reason I don’t believe is very simple. Belief implies faith. Faith requires an acceptance of existence without proof. But there’s more to it that.

I know that ghosts and UFO’s exist. They are real. There’s no issue of belief or faith in that. It happens to be a fact. They’re as real as you and I. They’re as real as the radiowaves that float around us, surround us, the electricity that pulses in the walls surrounding us. It just happens to be that we cannot detect them with our normal sense.

They’re out there. Waiting to be discovered.

I’ve had experiences with UFO’s. Now, I’m not saying that they definitely are spaceships piloted by alien invaders. Or for that matter Little Grey Men. But I remember being sixteen, going on seventeen, somewhere in a park overlooking a vista of countryside, and seeing Something up there, something doing things that no known human known vehicle. A small glowing light, hanging motionless in the sky. Ascending and then, almost in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

Now, I don’t know what it was. But I know what it wasn’t. It wasn’t human. It didn’t move the way that anything in human experience moves. We can’t see electricity, or radio waves, but that doesn’t mean they’re not there. It just means that our human senses cannot detect them.

I’ve had experiences with Ghosts as well. I’ve had five experiences with them. The most recent, on August 20th 2002, was in Edinburgh’s Covenentors Prison, (fully documented HERE. Make no mistake, I don’t know exactly what happened that day, but whatever it was, it was not of human experience.

There have been other occasions. A flash of colour from the corner of my eye. The smell, the scent, the sound of loved ones after their passing. That strange feeling of being watched, in a graveyard in Leicester, only for a second or two, the strange feeling that seems at the time, both utterly weird, and utterly utterly normal. As if it has always been this way, as if nothing – yet everything is wrong.

But the oddest experience, at least, one I have never previously put to paper has been the oddest experience ever. Awoken at 4.11am one March in a new house, a haunted house somewhere in Willenhall. The sound of a light switch, a thin strip of light from under a door. A doorknob moving, and something coming through the door. The odd thing was that even though I saw this, I felt more. Something, someone, nothing odd, nothing frightening, had walked through the door. It came to check on me. To see who – or what I was.

And I was not scared. I rationalised that whatever it was, whatever it wanted, it was beyond my control. There was nothing I could do that it could not. And so, somewhat oddly, I resigned myself to a greater power. Not greater as in more justified, merely as a power that had a wider scope of influence than I.

There was nothing else I could have done : I was very tired, and so exhausted, I collapsed back into the womb of sleep.

As I said. I do not believe in ghosts or aliens or UFO’s. It is the height of human arrogance to believe that we, the human race, are all there is. With all the billions of galaxies in the world, with all the seemingly infinite variations and possibilities for life, in whatever form there is, it’s near inconceivable that there is not some form of life, somewhere. After all, given the delicate state of our planet, isn’t the variety, the thousands, the millions of different species on this planet, a simple, random example of the infinite variety of life? There are things at the bottom of oceans that we can’t even imagine, and that’s on this planet alone. Whatever happens outside this planet is beyond even that.

It is not a matter of opinion or faith. I do not believe. These things are real. Fact. And here’s another fact : our senses are so limited that we cannot reasonably expect to be able to detect all the things around us. We have only just begun to discover radioactivity, radio and television waves, and that is only with the scientific equipment we have discovered recently. Maybe soon, in time, there will be a time where we will have at our disposal the instruments and equipment that enable us to see these beings – spectral or alien - as clear as our television signals.

I do not want to believe. Faith requires a belief in existence without evidence. But there is evidence – incontrovertible, non-negotiable facts of existence. These things are real. As real as you or I. They’re out there. The time will come.

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