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Most Haunted Live [Jan. 12th, 2009|10:37 am]
Tony Grist
I've followed Most Haunted on and off through most of its seasons. It hasn't changed much- and certainly not for the better. There's always been an small element of serious psychic research, but it hasn't got any smarter or more cunning- and the presenters, in spite of all their experience, are still the same ignorant Scoobies they always were. If anything the Barnumism has got brassier. The latest Most Haunted Live- which is running all through this week-  is billed as a Search for Evil.  Evil? Ghosts aren't evil- well, most of them aren't- more like sad, embittered, guilty, bewildered, needy- and after 12 seasons in the field Yvette and her gang ought to know that. They also- surely- ought to be pretty hardened to what they do- so why all the screaming?

When Derek Acorah got bounced off the show for brass-necked faking and was replaced as resident medium by David Wells it seemed as though cynicism didn't entirely rule. Wells wasn't showy, he knew his stuff- and seemed to be working hard to keep things honest- and respectful (because, after all, we are supposed to be dealing with the dead).   Since he left (probably out of disenchantment- but he's too nice to say so) they've struggled to find an adequate replacement.  At present they're working with a two man team- one of whom- Billy Roberts- I've had passing contact with. Nuff said.

I would dearly love for there to be a programme that took psychic research seriously. But I suppose long vigils, under tight controls, during which nothing much happened wouldn't make for particularly stirring viewing. Ah, well...

[User Picture]From: chochiyo_sama
2009-01-12 11:21 pm (UTC)
In my current house, whatever is in here likes to turn the channel on me right at the end of the program I am watching. That has happened several times and is extremely irritating. One night it just would NOT let me watch Ghost Hunters. the channel would change, i owuld change it back, and immediately, it would change again. Finally I got irritated and turned everything off and went to bed. if I can't watch my program, it can't watch its either! It isn't like there isn't another TV right downstairs in the living room!

I forgot to tell you about the ghost of my cat!

i had a wonderful cat--I loved him soooo much. He came to me in a cardboard box, a little ball of fluff who'd been given to one of my student's by her boyfriend. Her mother told her it had to go, and her mentally handicapped brother kept bringing it to me, asking me to take it. Usually he was carrying it by a leg. Finally, I took it out of pity.

They'd been feeding it only milk, and it had a horrid case of diarrhea that last for some time. That cat and i lived together for nearly 20 years. i called him my "son." He slept in my arms most of the time until i was deeply asleep, then he'd go down and sleep between my knees. i sleep on my stomach, and he would pillow his head in one knee bend and snuggle his butt in the other.

He got very sick when he got older. i kept him alive for a year longer than i should have. the poor thing was nothing but skin and bones and was obviously suffering, but I LOVED him. I didn't want to let him go, and i believe he clung to life for my sake.

Finally, i couldn't stand to see him suffer any more and had him put down. I cried more over that cat than I did over my dad when he passed. You see, I only saw my dad from time to time. He wasn't really a daily part of my life. but my son--well, he was a huge part of every single day. When he was gone there was a giant hole in my life. So, i cried a lot.

I still miss him. i still get a little teary now and then when i htink of him.

Anyhow, a while after he had died, i woke up in the middle of the night feeling the thup-thup-thup vibration of a cat scratching himself with his rear paw between my knees. I lay very still, thinking I was dreaming, but I was AWAKE. I looked at the clock. I lay completely still. I could feel the weight and heat of his body. I could feel him settle in once he was done scratching.

The only thing I felt was joy. My baby was back. He stayed there for a long time--maybe ten minutes. then I just had to look. I raised myself cautiously to peek, and the second I turned my head, he was gone. :(

Some time later, i stayed home from school sick. Now, while he was still alive, whenever I would open the refrigerator door, he would be there, demanding a little snack. I kept tuna in there just for him. He'd twine himself around and around my ankles, mewing for a snack.

Well i was wearing my night gown and robe as i was staying home sick. I felt him brush my ankles and felt his tail catch under my robe and lift it up. It seemed completely normal until i realized, 'he's gone.' it only lasted a few seconds, but i knew it was him.

The last time I heard from my son, I had been staying at my mom's for a while. I can't remember for certain--but it may have been during the six weeks I stayed with her after I had my hysterectomy. I was lying on her bed with her, talking in the early early morning. suddenly we both heard the plaintive mew that my son would make when he was looking for me. It was only one mew--but it was HIS mew. He had never really learned to meow like a proper cat. He made little kitten noises till his dying day.

I called to him, but he made no further response. and though i have dreamed of him several times since then, he hasn't made himself known to me since.

I am hoping that when it is my time to die, he will be my spirit guide to take me to the afterworld. i loved him so much. I believe I loved him exactly as much as i would have loved a child.

he was something special to me.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-01-13 10:27 am (UTC)
What a touching story!

My daughter says that one of our cats- one that was particularly fixated on me- is still around. The sad thing is I can't sense her- and so can't acknowledge her presence. I feel bad about it. There she is- so my daughter says- trying to attract my attention- and I remain utterly oblivious.
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[User Picture]From: chochiyo_sama
2009-01-14 03:25 am (UTC)
Maybe you should say her name and pat your lap, inviting her up. Tell her she's a good girl and tell her you love her.

I still miss my boy. I think he really visits me in my dreams--they are so vivid.

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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2009-01-14 09:52 am (UTC)
I should think he does. I'm sure animals have souls.

That's good advice. I'll take it. :)
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