Think of how many years of effort we invest in learning to use our senses like vision (shapes, colors, distance, object identification, hand-eye coordination), hearing (tones, volume, timbre, music, words, language), touch (temperature, texture, weight, volume), etc. Imagine how underdeveloped our physical senses would be without this training from a young age. We could stare at something and not even know what it is. |
How many people bother to develop their inner/subtle senses to the same extent. Most people can't even lucid dream for goodness sakes. That's worse than being colorblind.
Concluding that psychic senses are bunk is like a deaf person picking up a guitar and saying, "This piece of junk does nothing for me." From your perspective you're absolutely right, but the guitar isn't the problem.
Steve, this is a very interesting to look at the situation, especially for me. My wife is working on a masters in piano performance. As a musician myself, she likes to share new things she has learned or discovered about the instrument. She is at such an advanced level that the things she learns are extremely subtle. For instance, one evening she was demonstrating a new way of approaching a certain passage in a Beethoven sonata she was working on. She played the passage twice, once the old way and another the new way. Isn't the new way so amazing, she asked me. It has such warmth and fullness to the tone. I began taking violin lessons at 5 and I am no stranger to music, but I had great difficulty in distinguishing the difference in the two passages. I might have easily dismissed her claim that there even was a difference in the two passages. But I understand that when you immerse yourself in something as deeply as she does with her piano, even the tiniest movement of a finger is noticeable.
My wife has also always claimed that she firmly believes that some people are in tune with the "other side" shall we say. She says her mother especially seems in tune with these things and that she has felt presences on many occasions, especially when visiting graves of loved ones. I, however have always been very skeptical of all things supernatural, preferring hard evidence and science to back up any claims. But the way you put it, Steve, puts the argument in a shape I haven't considered before and is really making reconsider my opinions.
Regardless of any argument over a belief in the supernatural, though, is my desire to give you my condolences. I may disagree with your philosophies on life, but I respect your opinions and even though you are complete stranger, I wish you the best in dealing with the loss of a loved one. It is never easy, no matter what your beliefs.
And this may not be the most beautiful of poems, but it always makes me smile and is special to me because it was written by a dear friend I lost at an early age:
Never Forget Me
Never forget me.
Let my smile
haunt your dreams
until there are
no more smiles
who you are
might be given