Yeah I mean they're real. The sense of irrationality (o gee ghosts 4 sure r not real) in people's minds stem from the Hebraic and Greek dichotomy of the intellect which has infected Western Man's mind. Heavens and Earth (Hebraic), Mind and the senses(Greek Plato/Aristotle). Bullshit imo, everything exists as part of a unified whole. Can you see microwaves when you make mac and cheese? Anyways...
When I was younger I lived in an apartment on the upper west side of New York. I used to always see this solemn man in my apartment, and the first year or so he didn't speak to me. I thought my parents knew about him but just never talked about him. One day I got back from school and he was standing in front of the refrigerator as I went to get a granola bar. He was blocking my way so I decided to ask him his name, and he hoarsely whispered "Jonathan". I asked him if he wanted to eat with me and he smiled for the first time ever and nodded his head. However, when I brought the bars out he was gone. His neck was always blue, so I figured he had issues swallowing or something. Later I told my mother that Jonathan should take something to heal his neck and she just looked at me dumbfounded and started crying. She asked how I knew about Jonathan and after I told her that I've been seeing him for years, she told me that her brother had hung himself in the apartment more than 15 years ago, and his name was Jonathan. Now I guess I was just "hallucinating" and I had some real coincidental mindtricks being played on me but I really highly fucking doubt it tbh. There is one reality, there is no separation but there are varying degrees of sensitivity to paranormal activity mainly based on how young you are, followed by belief.
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