When There Is No One To Call

At this time of year, you may hear, a question asked of you… but if you don’t have an answer, you may be tempted to use your phone… who you gonna call?

What if there is no one to call, because you are a ghost, an exhausted ghost in the exhaust, cast out of the warmth within into the cold of a Hallowe’en…

 

 

Can you see her, peering wearily through the wisps…

She was once like you, and perhaps in a future once you may be like her…

She carried the weight of the world, she had no one to call then, she has no one to call out to now, and if she did, all they would hear is a terrifyingly tired – BOO! Boo hoo hoo who…

who…

you…

gonna…

call…

?

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary…

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token…

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be liftedβ€”nevermore!”

– Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven

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13 comments

  1. Yes! I feel like a ghost now…caving in. The Reverist is afflicted with this acute mental condition ‘Overthinking’ causing him to temporarily lose his magic, a dreadful time… I’m calling her but she can’t hear… Should I call her again? Halloween surprise?! Maybe a ghost will help me say hello… then the line go dead

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    • Ah, the strange case of the over-think. The over-think is notorious for causing magic to vanish behind the heavy veil of smoke rising out of an over-heating mind which is churning its gears, lubricated by too many thoughts.

      What to do to solve this case?

      What I find usually works is to allow the system to overload until the emergency override kicks in and shuts it all down. The cooling period silence and emptiness of the mind allows the rest of being to step forward, thus connecting to what usually can’t be heard over the noise of the mind and its incessant loud thinking.

      Feelings, emotions, are the ghosts speaking to us at this time, we must hear them first, then maybe afterwards a message can be carried over to someone else.

      You might find this, from Ruby Slipper, interesting – October 31st, 2018: Looking Deeper and Stepping Back

      Take good care of yourself, Reverist πŸ˜‰

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  2. I can see an eye peering thru the wisp in the image… Is there a face? Or your words are a metaphor?

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    • I chose that photograph because I thought I saw a face peering through the exhaust steam, and decided to use it for a halloween post, and since I had to call the boiler technician (partly because the exhaust steam shouldn’t be that thick even if it is very cold today or have that many non-steam fumes in it), and was relieved that I know who to call to service the boiler… that’s what inspired the words which went with the photo πŸ˜‰

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  3. Get that. I saw an eye, like the all-seeing eye at the corner of the roof…then was wondering if it’s an image overlay. Thank you for your explanation πŸ˜‰ A good day to you n good night to me

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  4. Happy Halloween. Bwahahahaha. (I tried that this morning because I’m a zombie today and started coughing. πŸ™‚ Not exactly the effect I was looking for. However, someone else asked me if I had meat on my face, which was exactly the effect I was looking for. And don’t worry, it’s make-up, not meat.) Reading “who you going to call” immediately set off an earworm. Ghostbusters! I ain’t afraid a no ghost.
    I can’t get it out of my head!

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    • Surely coughing is perfect for a zombie, especially after taking a bite out of a human πŸ˜‰

      Sorry about the earworm, but on the plus side that’s exactly where my who you gonna call came from. Come on down, Lynette, you’ve won this post’s prize of… hang on a minute while I check the sofa for some loose something or other.

      Btw, you got your revenge (a word which I always read as ‘rewengie’ thanks to Black Adder) by saying: “I can’t get it out of my head!”

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      • I loved Black Adder. πŸ™‚

        My apologies about the return.

        And thanks for the prize. I rarely win anything! So exciting! Is it a furball from the cat? πŸ˜‰

        The coughing I was doing made me sound like an old logger, not a zombie. Bwahaha … tickle, tickle, koff koff koff, hack, sniff. Pretty sad. πŸ˜‰

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  5. Do you write novels? Because I want to buy every single one of them if you do. Have you published what you write as a book or several? If not pleeeeeeeeeaaase do. Lots of admiration. xx

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