Okay -- when it comes to the spiritual realm I believe in not messing with things you don't understand.. One thing I "think" I believe, which if anything is a projection of my own philosophy of what I would 'like' to believe happens upon our passing is that our 'soul' or 'essence of being' is released from our mortal shell and much like the Big Bang Theory is immediately scattered throughout the "totalness of all"..
In other words, whatever was what we once would have called "me" is now spread pretty thin, with the odds of enough of the pieces-parts ever coming back together enough to form a cognizant thought or memory of/from/about the former "you" high enough against ever happening to be considered an impossibility..
However, chit happens.. So I'm not beyond accepting the possibility that for whatever reasons upon one's passing one's soul is not properly released for "re-mingling with the entirety," remaining trapped upon this earthly coil until whatever was responsible for that abnormality is mitigated..
I can't say I've ever had any earth-shattering supernatural encounters.. I have had what I would call 'experiences' though..
One of the more notable took place while driving to the Crater Of Diamonds located just outside of Murfreesboro, Arkansas.. The event happened approx twenty years ago, long before things like Google Earth or easy access to good local maps outside of their local area existed.. Our ingress from Interstate travel began from the south via Shreveport, LA, and the more trips we took to the diamond mine the more 'unmarked' roads we would find, roads that shortened the final stretch of the drive which we always hauled straight through in 20 - 21 hours..
It was late at night (or early in the AM) under totally clear conditions.. I'd just made a left off of a dead-end "T" both from a new stretch of road and onto a new stretch of road we'd come upon the last trip and this was the first time we were driving it from this direction.. I'm just beginning to accelerate when I turn to Nora and say "Do you feel that..?" She says "What are you talking about..?"
Well lemme tell ya -- before she even has those words out of her mouth the hair on my arms and back of my neck are standing up and I'm experiencing a head and body rush.. The field on my right suddenly has numerous ?apperitions? I guess they would be called, vague wispy impressions of men in uniform, and to a lesser degree a few of them on my left as well, which is a hill with a lone totally dark stone ?farm house? standing, the building being real..
To say I was stunned is an understatement..Plus I was caught somewhere between wanting to experience more and not being able to get out of there fast enough.. Getting out won out..
It had to have been a battle field.. But to this day I've never checked the historical relevence of the area, and I'm not sure I ever want to do so..