# 42
Robert Wolter to Brian
Feb 23, 2009
That is a crazy story. I’ve had a couple of experiences of “seeing” things, what I think were spirits. When I lived in Northern Liberties, the house I lived in was owned by this lady who had actually died in the house (I didn’t know this until after the fact). But one night I had fallen asleep on the couch and when I woke up I saw someone walk up the stairs, but not really walk, it was very quick and then just kind of faded away. At the time I was really tired and maybe I was just seeing things but Jen, my roommate at the time, had also had a similar experience (also unbeknownst to me at the time). The second time is saw something was in the hospital. I was pretty sick and not only was I running a little fever, but I was also on some pretty heavy duty pain medicine. Again, it was really late maybe around 4 a.m., and the nurse had just given me a dose of pain medicine. I dozed off for a few minutes and when I opened my eyes there were numerous (this is really hard to describe) “energies” in the room. I want to say kind of like lights or something. I couldn’t communicate with them or anything but it was like I was acutely aware of their presence. Both instances you can maybe chalk up to tiredness, drugs, or both, but those were the only times I’ve ever experienced something like that so while I don’t take them too seriously i think they are noteworthy nonetheless.
I had this other experience about six months ago (sorry i’m kind of rambling here). I had pulled some muscles in my back and after about two weeks I was still in really bad pain. I was just starting to turn the corner, but kind of at the end of my rope. Now, I wouldn’t say that I am a religious person, but a spiritual one, and over the summer when I was in the hospital (the same stay where I had the experience that I just told…) I got into the habit of saying prayers for things. I try not to pray asking for things, but just acknowledging my good fortune. But this night I felt like I was going to freak out so I just prayed for my back pain to go away and to be able to finally get some rest and to be able to experience normalcy again. When I woke up it was like my prayer was answered. My pain was SO much better and i could get around a lot easier. I don’t know what that all means, if it was just mind over matter, the natural course of my healing, or truly was an answer to my prayer. Maybe all three combined, but if something outside this physical world helped me then maybe I’m not so crazy after all. Like I said, my step-mom is Catholic and her mom and all of her mom-friends have a prayer list that they put me on when I’m in dire straights. This doesn’t make me any closer to the Catholic church per se, but it does make me believe more in the power of the mind.
If you are ever with Devin for a while talking about these things he has some CRAZY stories. I’ve wanted for the longest time to collect all kinds of these types of stories on tape and make an audio essay of sorts.
What if we did like a weekly blog post? We could each do every other week, so we’d do two a month. Maybe we could set it up so that we’re riffing off of the last blog post that we each make. And if we want to switch it up we just start a whole new topic. Totally like our emails…conversations.