Ramblin'

I've been all over the place tonight. Scattered and windblown, mind perched on the edge of something, but God knows what.
So, we'll go one at a time.
I've been reading a lot of Jung lately. Tonight I was reading about his early years, and how he came across the idea of a collective unconscious hearing ghost stories from the countryside. It occurred to him that where ever in the world one might find a ghost story, there were elements that were unchanging. He noted that while the afterlife tended to be the domain of the religious, there were no religious texts describing the sorts of experiences the living were having with their hauntings. A few examples were cited, and one of them was the example of clocks in the deceased's house stopping at the moment of death. This gave me chills to read because it's exactly what happened when my mother passed away. There was a clock that had been given to my parents by the Commissionaires for their years of service, and it stopped dead on the time she died. I looked it up on the net and found that this is a pretty common occurrence.
I took some comfort initially from the idea that my mother's spirit had effected a change on some real world item to send us the message that there was something more.
But tonight I looked at it from a different perspective. Perhaps it's selfish of us to view this communication from beyond the grave as some sort of reassurance or message of love from the deceased. What if instead of this, they are trying to pass on information about the fundamental functioning of the universe, of life and death?
What if the constant interference with clocks by the dead is a continuing commentary on the nature of time? Could it be that they're trying to tell us it's all non-linear, insignificant? Rather than waving a simple goodbye, isn't it more likely that the crossing of dimensional barriers might be more of an attempt at mapping the way for us? Or perhaps it's a warning, who knows? I just think that there might be value in digging a little deeper into phenomenon from beyond the grave into what it could mean in another context.
Okay, next thing. I called this post rambling because my thoughts have been jumping tracks bullet trains tonight. So much so that I've got concerns I might be about to go into an elevated state of being. (I don't like the word manic, but this kind of jumping from thought to thought and tying together coincidences is sometimes an indicator of that very thing). There are a lot of things that I don't feel comfortable discussing with just anybody, a lot of things that I would prefer the anonymity of internet forums to discuss. There are things I worry about that would worry other people in my life were I to share them. I decided tonight that I would start a second, anonymous blog to lay down the kind of crap that gets my head spinning without causing anyone any concern. It's like a secret diary that anyone on the internet can read and comment on yet never know that it's me writing it.
There was a lot of other neuro-surfing going on tonight, but that's all I have for now. Peace.