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Why is it that when anyone with a pro-supernatural presupposition mentions the old craft, spells, “Indian medicine,” spirits, witchboards, pentagrams, and generally anything that intentionally rubs elbows with things considered occult, people often become very uncomfortable? For high science intellectuals, some of the theories of telepathy, telekinesis, possession, and precognition dip into the realm of almost-there but not-quite-proven. For the devout, even the desire to investigate such things is the gateway to control and being controlled, to being lost and finally damned. And while everyone still giggles when the unexplained happens, there’s an eerie silence that follows as everyone wonders what could really be.

Is it human imagination? Is it a sense of actual soul or spirit? The feeling that you’re not alone when no one’s around or that forces are influencing your daily activities, is there something ancient stored in genetic memory lingering as a reminder that life used to have simpler answers before humans complicated things the way they always do?

For now, I think I’ll just have a cookie.