Hey guys, so, I just want to apologize if anyone assumed this is another thread where fictitious scenarios are given and options on what to do is handed out. It's not one of those, SOWWY! But I thought the title read better than the original 'a question for all atheists and spiritualists alike' anyway.
So I haz this.... issue, I suppose you could call it.
Important to Note
My mum is Christian-turn-atheist and she's going to be staying with us for a wee while yet. I'm a (mostly) practicing Christian. No, not the brain-washed type, thank you, I actually do research my religion as hard and in-depth as a mum who (for example) just found out her kid has some rash and will turn over every corner stone to determine wtf it is herself.
The Backstory
Now....a few months back (I'm not sure whether I shared this with anyone here or not), I was getting the kids ready for school in the dining room. I was crouched down in the doorway with my back to the kitchen, helping my daughter button up her mis-matched button-up jersey. My daughter, whom is 7 years old and autistic (*please see here for groundwork: http://www.autism.com/understanding_lying) looked up and past me suddenly, then looked down and said "Mum I just saw a man in red in the kitchen".
Why, yes, I shat myself dizzy spinning around to see who was in my kitchen. No one.
NO ONE.
Their dad already left for work. It was just me and the kids. The doors are locked. There's no one else in the bloomin house.
"I don't see him," I said, as one who has been subject to **** like this all her life WOULD say to her kid - in a very calm, matter-of-fact, shocked-and-terrified, way.
"That's okay mum. I know he wasn't really there."
Aside from the fact that my daughter is brilliant at creating new words and drawing new creatures on paper, her imagination as far as fibbing or making things up verbally goes, is severely lacking. No, she has not reached the milestone yet where she can tell a lie for the hell of it. She has nothing to gain from this.
So, in short. There was a man (tall, wearing red all over, brown hair) in our kitchen. Those are the appearance details I got out of her, until I asked her if she'd seen what colour eyes he had. She shook her head and I kinda lost it then and there. I remember asking her 'was he looking at you, sweetheart?' and her saying 'I don't want to talk about it anymore'.
We ended the conversation with me saying that if she sees him again to tell me right away.
The Problem
These things don't go away. My grandmother sat with this nonsense all her life, my father and some of my aunts dealt with this all their lives (still ARE dealing with it), I have been battling with this all my life. I don't know if it's a curse. I highly doubt it is (curses don't work when you've got Someone striking them the other way). My grandmother and father were never truly religious or spiritual, even if my dad is a Christian now. I was raised Christian, I've always been spiritual, and I've always had this horrible sense of just knowing when I'm not alone. Okay, I'll rephrase that, I'm never alone, but for the most part they're fairly easy to ignore (to the point where I can feign normalcy).
The problem is that it's one of those things passed down generation after generation. You can't escape it. You can deny it, or ignore it, but it doesn't change the fact.
The Issue
I don't feel comfortable sleeping alone downstairs, nor do I feel comfortable letting my children sleep downstairs without me. I don't think I've told my hubby about it because, well honestly I don't think he believes in any paranormal entities - despite having been through some of these things WITH ME. He's a hopeless case to talk to. And chances are he'll try and grill our daughter for more details, and it would be in vain.
But Mum is a different story.
She's here on her own every day. Every day I'll be out for a couple of hours, twice a week I'd be at work for 4.30 hours, which doesn't seem like much, but to me it feels way too long.
I don't trust her here by herself with the things in the house. I'm not going to call it a ghost, or a demon, or anything. I don't know what it is. I'm not labeling it. It's something that's here, but it isn't, all at once.
The issue I'm grappling with is the pros and cons of telling her about it.
If I don't mention it to her, and something happens, I'd blame myself for not warning her.
If I do mention it, she might become overly paranoid and jittery. Then again, she's atheist, so maybe she won't? I mean what would you do if you were in my shoes?
So I haz this.... issue, I suppose you could call it.
Important to Note
My mum is Christian-turn-atheist and she's going to be staying with us for a wee while yet. I'm a (mostly) practicing Christian. No, not the brain-washed type, thank you, I actually do research my religion as hard and in-depth as a mum who (for example) just found out her kid has some rash and will turn over every corner stone to determine wtf it is herself.
The Backstory
Now....a few months back (I'm not sure whether I shared this with anyone here or not), I was getting the kids ready for school in the dining room. I was crouched down in the doorway with my back to the kitchen, helping my daughter button up her mis-matched button-up jersey. My daughter, whom is 7 years old and autistic (*please see here for groundwork: http://www.autism.com/understanding_lying) looked up and past me suddenly, then looked down and said "Mum I just saw a man in red in the kitchen".
Why, yes, I shat myself dizzy spinning around to see who was in my kitchen. No one.
NO ONE.
Their dad already left for work. It was just me and the kids. The doors are locked. There's no one else in the bloomin house.
"I don't see him," I said, as one who has been subject to **** like this all her life WOULD say to her kid - in a very calm, matter-of-fact, shocked-and-terrified, way.
"That's okay mum. I know he wasn't really there."
Aside from the fact that my daughter is brilliant at creating new words and drawing new creatures on paper, her imagination as far as fibbing or making things up verbally goes, is severely lacking. No, she has not reached the milestone yet where she can tell a lie for the hell of it. She has nothing to gain from this.
So, in short. There was a man (tall, wearing red all over, brown hair) in our kitchen. Those are the appearance details I got out of her, until I asked her if she'd seen what colour eyes he had. She shook her head and I kinda lost it then and there. I remember asking her 'was he looking at you, sweetheart?' and her saying 'I don't want to talk about it anymore'.
We ended the conversation with me saying that if she sees him again to tell me right away.
The Problem
These things don't go away. My grandmother sat with this nonsense all her life, my father and some of my aunts dealt with this all their lives (still ARE dealing with it), I have been battling with this all my life. I don't know if it's a curse. I highly doubt it is (curses don't work when you've got Someone striking them the other way). My grandmother and father were never truly religious or spiritual, even if my dad is a Christian now. I was raised Christian, I've always been spiritual, and I've always had this horrible sense of just knowing when I'm not alone. Okay, I'll rephrase that, I'm never alone, but for the most part they're fairly easy to ignore (to the point where I can feign normalcy).
The problem is that it's one of those things passed down generation after generation. You can't escape it. You can deny it, or ignore it, but it doesn't change the fact.
The Issue
I don't feel comfortable sleeping alone downstairs, nor do I feel comfortable letting my children sleep downstairs without me. I don't think I've told my hubby about it because, well honestly I don't think he believes in any paranormal entities - despite having been through some of these things WITH ME. He's a hopeless case to talk to. And chances are he'll try and grill our daughter for more details, and it would be in vain.
But Mum is a different story.
She's here on her own every day. Every day I'll be out for a couple of hours, twice a week I'd be at work for 4.30 hours, which doesn't seem like much, but to me it feels way too long.
I don't trust her here by herself with the things in the house. I'm not going to call it a ghost, or a demon, or anything. I don't know what it is. I'm not labeling it. It's something that's here, but it isn't, all at once.
The issue I'm grappling with is the pros and cons of telling her about it.
If I don't mention it to her, and something happens, I'd blame myself for not warning her.
If I do mention it, she might become overly paranoid and jittery. Then again, she's atheist, so maybe she won't? I mean what would you do if you were in my shoes?