I had seen a ghost once. I was around 17 at that time, sleeping beside my father inside our solitary hut in our farm and it was almost daybreak. My eyes still closed, I awakened and my thoughts wandered off to a happy recollection of some of my high school classmates. Then I opened my eyes facing the direction of my sleeping father and there, standing beside him and looking down at him was a man. White-haired, round-faced, in a white get-up. Well, I wasn't really sure if he was standing or kneeling. But if he was standing, then he must be really short, like just over 4 feet tall. I was shocked and scared and terrified and he might move his head and see me looking at him. So I closed my eyes and kept very, very still. I waited for sunrise and slowly opened my eyes again. The apparition was gone.
Later I found out that he was indeed standing. My parents and some oldtimers who knew the history of our farm, inherited by my father from his grandparents, said that my description of the white-haired man fits that of the land's former slow-witted share-cropper who had lived alone, and apparently died there alone. We then had masses said in his memory.
Years later I began to doubt what I saw. In this book, the author (a rosary-reciting Roman Catholic) also had doubts about the seemingly paranormal experiences he and his family were exposed to in his family's ancestral home which, as he later "discovered" was haunted by two earth-bound souls: one, of a woman who had died before the house was built more than a hundred years ago, and another of a young man who died in a vehicular accident just a year ago.
The belief in ghosts, spirits and those beings who live strange and unseen persists in all generations and cultures. This belief is possibly tied up with the human need and tremendous capacity for love: love for oneself, which resists the idea of death being one's reduction to a complete annihilation and oblivion; love for others, which find repulsive the idea of not seeing and feeling dearly departed ones forever.
But ghosts, spirits, souls, immortality and God--who can really find these easy to believe in when without serious rational resistance they can be lumped together as hallucinations or superstitions vis-a-vis the reality of a selfish, material, scientific and godless world? Succinctly the French philosopher Simone Weil put it this way:
"There is a God. There is no God. Where is the problem? I am quite sure that there is a God in the sense that I am sure that my love is no illusion. I am quite sure there is no God in the sense that I am sure there is nothing which resembles what I can conceive when I say that word."