Many ghost sightings appear, on investigation, to be misperception, probably informed by long-lived cultural stereotypes.
Yeah ... since when did ghosts need to eat lunch?
Assuming this guy actually existed (not a safe assumption by any means), then he clearly survived crucifixion - presumably by being taken down before the start of the Sabbath - and somehow managed to avoid dying (immediately at least) from septicaemia or from his various other injuries.
Be skeptical of the things you believe are false, but be very skeptical of the things you believe are true.
Many ghost sightings appear, on investigation, to be misperception, probably informed by long-lived cultural stereotypes.
Ridiculous! Blasphemous! Totally wrong.
He was a vampire not a zombie. Risen after three days, aversion to crosses, it all adds up. I don't know where all this zombie nonsense comes from, it simply doesn't fit the evidence. Neither a 'voodoo zombie' or a 'plague zombie' would have behaved as Jesus was said to have done.
Obviously Judas was the hero of the story, trying to get some silver to kill the vampire with…
'Croydon' Bob Newman. The ladies call him "Thrush" - as he's an irritating cunt.
I've read through this thread with great interest, and hope that someone here can offer an explanation of why I saw what (I think) I saw.
I had a horse, a big ginger horse, who died. Over a year later I was halfway up the field shovelling manure into a wheelbarrow when I caught sight of the big ginger horse...who was dead and gone. It was broad daylight and I definitely wasn't asleep. So why did I see this horse? Was it memory playing tricks on me do you think? Or perhaps wish-fulfilment?
It's bothering me as I have always been a very practical person with no time for the fanciful, yet I can't explain this.
Obviously nobody else can give you a definitive answer. Memory tricks and/or wish fulfilment seems likely to me. Our minds are complex and our imagination can be strong.
I've owned many cats over the years and often see them out of the corner of my eye, or briefly as I walk into a room, soon after they have died. Being a skeptic I assume that this is my mind playing tricks on me. If I believed in an afterlife, spirits, etc, then I would probably just assume they were ghosts.
'Croydon' Bob Newman. The ladies call him "Thrush" - as he's an irritating cunt.
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