Today is Halloween, or to the Celts Samhain, the winding down of the year. The veil between the worlds of the spirit and the material is thinnest now. The spirits of the dead can come calling, if they’re invited in.

What if the deceased was a rat’s ass bastard? Do their experiences of life shape their soul forever? Or is this Play of Masks in the physical world just a way for small bits of the Eternal to learn the lessons of Time and Space and Need?

I believe that when we shed our skins and return to the realm of the Spirit, we lose that hole in our hearts that drives us. We no longer need affection, possessions, achievements, or dominance to fill in that lost connection to the universe we forfeit to have experiences as separate beings. When we die, the egos and memories are hung up on the walls as lessons for others.

On All Souls’ Night, when these spirits return for a visit, is it the same person? Do they come back with all the anger and hurt piled up on them, or are they refreshed and new? Do they slip on their old personnas the way we might don hip waders and raincoats to go out in foul weather, just so we will recognize them? Do love and connection endure while pain and hate are washed away?

Interesting point… No one asks THOSE questions at a seance.

If the souls of your loved ones and your despised ones drop in tonight, say hello for me. Ask them how Eternity is treating them.

Weirdmaste.