BUT ANYHOW you don't really need to know my views/opinions on sex, religion, politics, etc, etc, yadda yadda now do you? I've always thought of my encounters with things "not of this world" to be classed closely enough to "religion", not to have mentioned them - but of late Christopher has been pulling me out of that closet. . .
Christopher was telling a tale over at Camp Lydian that is very similar to a tale my mother once told me, about my great-great grandmother. . .
. . .not the great grandmother whose 95th birthday party I went to when I was about seven, which I remember mainly because of the 95 birthday candles on the cake - you know, those traditional little white two-three inch size ones? it's not so much the candles I remember, more the fact that the person (there was only one person) lighting them (silly, wasn't it - having only one person to light 95 candles) started on one side of the cake and by the time he'd worked his way (yes, it had to be a man, didn't it? if it had been a woman, she'd have handed some matches to a few other people, wouldn't she!) over to the ones of the other side, the first lot had burnt down to the bottom and melted the plastic holders all over the icing (I felt very badly for that - I like the icing on the cake). . .
. . .but her mother, who'd lived in the same house. . .
. . .anyhoo a few years later, the great grandmother had died (think she reached 97, but there wasn't another big cake as far as I know) and the house was sold on. . .
. . .and a few years after that sold on again. . .
. . .and shortly after that a neighbour (who had lived locally for quite a while) was asked by the new occupants who the "little old lady" who they frequently saw standing waiting at the bottom of the front garden path was. . . I won't go into the details, of which there were many which were quite accurate, but basically she was my long-time deceased great-great grandmother. . .
. . .you never really believe that type of story unless it has happened to you or unless you already really do believe in some kind of "not of this world" totally non-scienticky sort of stuff, so I'll say no more - other than to add that I have had two brief personal encounters with dead "people" (and I don't mean in a mortuary) (and way before I ever suffered from depression, before I ever took medication and before I had the brain altering ECT; so my encounters cannot be put down to any kind of madness of that sort)
you'll be pleased to know that I've never been abducted by aliens
not in this life-time anyways