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hedgehog (29,494 posts) Thu Jan 5, 2012, 09:58 PMSpeaking to the dead?I'm working my way through the series "Rescue Me". I find it a devastatingly accurate portrayal of the damage alcohol abuse can do in an Irish family. I mean, I know these people. But, on a possibly lighter note, I have this question. One of the ongoing themes in the series is that Tommy Gavin is visited by various dead people he was involved with. This is accepted as true by Gavin's family. I myself had an encounter with a dead cousin. Other family members have seen the dead. I'm not talking about seances, I'm talking about people being contacted out of the blue so to speak. Is this an Irish thing, a human thing, or is my family nuts? (please note, all of these questions could be answered in the affirmative.)
CBHagman (13,714 posts) Thu Jan 5, 2012, 11:10 PM1. I know a few people who report similar experiences.Two dear friends of mine (not married to each other, for what it's worth) have had multiple experiences with what they regard as contact from a loved one. I don't have any reason to doubt the veracity of what they say. It's just that the same thing hasn't happened to me (Maybe it would scare me to death if it did?). As for it being an Irish thing, I recall reading that the Irish actor Gabriel Byrne had agreed with several friends that if one of them died, he'd get back to the others about the afterlife, and so far, Byrne, at least, had had no word from deceased friends. Make of that what you will. Maybe they just won't talk to some of us? (I'm not being snide, I'm serious.)
whathehell (10,529 posts) Thu Jan 12, 2012, 08:38 PM2. Interesting discusssion....I've heard that the "afterlife" or whatever we can call it, is not actually another "place" but another dimension. Going with this theory, it is, I've heard, very hard for the deceased to "manifest" themselves again in the corporeal world. P.S. Also of Irish descent and had ancestors (great aunt, great uncle) who spoke of seeing ghosts. I believe in them.
CBHagman (13,714 posts) Sun Jan 15, 2012, 08:04 AM3. Maybe it is an Irish thing after all.Yesterday I heard another account, quite matter-of-fact though second-hand, of an Irish person receiving a visit from the dead. I have no reason to doubt the person who told me the story, either.
hedgehog (29,494 posts) Sun Jan 15, 2012, 01:11 PM4. I read a wild ass speculation that the Irish, especially those from the West, have a higher ratio of Neanderthal genes, and that's why we see things others don't!
CountAllVotes (11,423 posts) Sat Feb 25, 2012, 01:11 PM5. well I've seen/spoken to the deadAnd the person was my late father who was Irish as all hell. I thought he'd never die! Maybe he didn't? He technically died in 1996, or so it seems. He came to visit me while I was in the hospital when I almost died in 2009 and checked up on me and asked me to assure him that I had no money invested in "That Damned Wall Street" as he called it. I told him, no, I have nothing invested in Wall Street. He said, "Thank God for that!". The next day the economy began to crash (this was in 2008). Believe what you like but I know what I believe and that is that yes, the dead can come and visit you if they care to.
I was worried that I was falling down on my job as fictional spirit-guide, but then noticed that these posts are from last year.Maybe Blackie the Ghost Chicken helped them in my stead.
Ooops, oooops, I didn't notice that, only the "January" part.Sorry.
Houston, we have a continuity issue here.
Only a DUmmy takes investment advice from the dead.
McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar. When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave."S'cuse me," said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done. "What was that all about?""Nothing," said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives."
Padraic Flaherty came home drunk every evening toward ten.Now, the Missus was never too happy about it, either.So one night she hides in the cemetery and figures to scare the beejeezus out of him. As poor Pat wanders by, up from behind a tombstone she jumps in a red devil costume screaming, "Padraic Sean Flaherty, sure and ya' don't give up you're drinkin' and it's to Hell I'll take ye'".Pat, undaunted, staggered back and demanded, "Who the hell ARE you?". Too that the Missus replied, "I'm the divil ya' damned old fool".To which Flaherty remarked,"Damned glad to meet you sir, I'm married to yer sister."
Sister Mary Margaret enters O 'Flynn's liquor shop."I'd like to buy a bottle of Irish whiskey", she tells O 'Flynn. The owner of the store shakes his head and frowns."A bottle of Irish whiskey? And you being a nun too.""Oh no, no," Sister Mary Margaret exclaims. "It's for Father Reilly.His constipation, you know."O'Flynn smiles, nods, and puts a bottle into a bag.Sister Mary Margaret pays, takes the bag and goes on her way.Later that day, O'Flynn closes shop for the day.On his way home he passes an alley. There in the alley is Sister Mary Margaret.She's rip roaring drunk, the empty bottle at her side."Sister!" O'Flynn scolds."And you said it was for Father Reilly's constipation.""It is," answers Sister Mary Margaret."When he sees me, he's gonna shit!"
A drunk staggers into a Catholic Church, enters a confessional booth and sits down but says nothing. The Priest coughs a few times to get his attention but the drunk continues to sit there. Finally, the Priest pounds three times on the wall.The drunk mumbles, "Ain't no use knockin, there's no paper on this side either."
Six retired Irishmen were playing poker in O'Leary's apartment when Paddy Murphy loses $500 on a single hand, clutches his chest and drops dead at the table. Showing respect for their fallen brother, the other five continue playing standing up.Michael O'Connor looks around and asks, "Oh, me boys, someone got's to tell Paddy's wife... who will it be?" They draw straws. Paul Gallagher picks the short one. They tell him to be discreet, be gentle, don't make a bad situation any worse."Discreet? I'm the most discreet Irishmen you'll ever meet. Discretion is me middle name. Leave it to me."Gallagher goes over to Murphy's house and knocks on the door. Mrs. Murphy answers and asks what he wants. Gallagher declares, "Your husband just lost $500 and is afraid to come home." "Tell him to drop dead!", says Murphy's wife."I'll go tell him," says Gallagher.
