Communicating With The Dead – A Series *URGENT! LANGUAGE WARNING! ALERT! ALERT!

“FYI Your pants are in a white bag in closet, 3107.”

This rather cryptic message appeared on a cell phone without context, almost as if conjured from a demented, cult controlled Ouija board. It took me some time to try and decipher it’s possible meaning. I made a few inquiries as to the well being and location of someone near and dear and dying with dementia. It turns out that the message, a service long blocked to the long deceased sender passed through with a notification.

Spooky.

I consulted a qualified medium. She helped to further unblock the messaging capability of the unliving from the other side. It revealed another odd message.

“Mother was happy to see us. Enjoying time with mother outside.”

There was a grainy image attached to the message showing two ghosts, in varying stages of decay, lurking behind an unflattering image of their fading, living mother. The image was enlarged to 8×10 and framed and placed on a dresser in mother’s room so that there might be some virtuous evidence that the ghosts were somehow active in caring for and haunting the living. Even in death, the nonliving still want to somehow prove their virtue in exchange for some of whatever remains of their dying mother’s worldly possessions. Just as weaselly ghosts do, they pilfer and plunder their victims in dribs and drabs and even after anything of real value has been expropriated, will lift and sneak insignificant things like costume jewellery, shoelaces, pencils, and body creams and any loose change that was missed in previous sorties for loot. Various members of the Corvid family of Passerine birds have similar characteristics. They are known for an attraction to bright shiny objects and anything really, even if they have no use for them. They are prone to thievery and hoarding. No cushion is left unturned. They prefer cash but anything is fair game. Even packets of hoarded salt, pepper, sugar, napkins and plastic cutlery are targeted.

In worst cases, the dead have gained partial access to their victim’s chequing accounts and PIN numbers to make withdrawals in small and big amounts as entitlements under the guise of virtuous advocacy. This follows a shameless history of malfeasent sons and self proclaimed daughters taking money from their parents and other vulnerable people that are in failing mental health. Most of the victims need their savings for their care and can’t really afford to give any of it away. These ghosts are shameless.

A hairbrush went missing the other day.

Some outdated hemorrhoid ointment disappeared.

As an experiment, I contacted one of the dead using their preferred method.

“So you know, whatever you identify as, besides the unliving, I unblocked you from messaging me since it seems to to be the dead’s preferred medium. How pathetic. How so very sad. If anything, this message from your ghoulish self and those past, present and in future no doubt, are working great for a new series I’m publishing on my blog. It’s called, ‘Communicating With the Dead – A Series’. It’s getting some interest. Seems that a lot of people can relate to dead, dysfunctional, malfeasent, ex family twat stories. It’s a plague of the greedy, spooky dead.

Keep those messages coming.

Boo!”

For fun, I also texted the following:

Unliving person, I did not put this terrible picture (the framed 8×10) in the dresser drawer when I visited my mother yesterday. Apparently some of your other co-fraudsters were visiting yesterday too. Mom vaguely remembers some fat people hovering around her. The dead are so busy.:) It’s good we’re communicating again, no? Keep the material flowing.”

The response?

“You lie as usual. Mom wanted a better picture. Darlene was there this morning and did what mom asked No worries.”

Admission of guilt through progression is common among the unliving. They still seek redemption though.

The common theme that is emerging is one where the fraudulent ghost advocates assume to speak and act on the feelings and wishes of the living, especially when the living are suffering from progressive dementia, much like idiot pet owners try to anthropomorphize their charges. “See? Buddy loves his new toy!”

Or.

“Mom was happy to see us  We are virtuous and concerned for her well-being.”

If mom were her former self in other times, she would probably want the ghosts to just go
away…and stop pestering her for money, a free meal or knick knacks. She would politely accept their presence, as was her nature, but recognize that the visitors are insincere. She would accept the liquor she was encouraged and enabled to drink to the point of dependence and beyond. Dementia and alcohol opened the door for abuse by the ghosts.

ALERT! ALERT!

Many of the dead, and those that associate with them are cunts. They were cunts in life and have found neither redemption or the common sense to stay dead. They still cannot see that they were cunts when they were living and continue to be cunts in death. Sometimes the dead had joined death cults in life so they cannot make the not so subtle the distinction between life and death.

Cunts lurk among the living.