Flexing, vexing there’s no resting when it comes to the paranormal scene. Testing not resting upon our laurels we delve into bewitching things. Ghostly apparitions arise dancing in the fire light, around us ghostly orbs they circle, this is surely not the norm. Pentagrams painted on walls, candles burning illuminating all, caught up in the paranormal trawl, spine chilling moments resonating from screams and calls, underscored by various whispers, chattering like they’re all nonsensical but if you listen they’ve tales to tell, tales of misery we know all to well, yet something keeps us under the paranormal spell.
Posted byfauxcroftPosted inauthors, buddhism, consciousness, discovery, enlightenment, feelings, ghost stories, horror, inspiration, Lao tzu, philosophy, poem, poetry, Poets, spirituality
Published by fauxcroft
spiritually aware and compassionate. Experiencing being human through my conscious reality in an illusory world. View more posts
One thought on “Paranormal”
Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
LikeLiked by 1 person