These last six weeks of 2014 have been plagued by exhaustion. My exhaustion. I would go to work, come home, shower, make dinner if I was feeling up to it, and then pass out until the next morning. My body was tired beyond all reasoning. I would wake up to bruises on my arms and legs, and as Alec was out of town when this began, I knew it had nothing to do with a fellow in my bed accidentally marking me in his sleep.
Eventually, I went to the doctor. Alec did his own research and after the doctor explained she had no idea what was wrong with me and the blood tests came back normal, I went with Alec’s guess: Vitamin C deficiency. Upping my intake of fruits and vegetables seems to have helped significantly. The bruises are gone and no new blue and black marks have decided to join them. My energy is slowly coming back and I have the wherewithal to sit for long periods of time and focus on some things. Beneficial, since I was promoted at my office and will now be a full-time editor starting Tuesday. (And there was much inner pleasure.)
I share all this because the experience of waking up with bruises each morning can scare many people. For those of us who believe in the more metaphysical things – ghosts, the Fae, gods, spirits, and so on – we may be tempted to jump to the conclusion that these are involved. Perhaps some may fear that they are cursed or on the receiving end of a bad spell. It might cross your mind that you have angered a god, too. I’ll admit: these things did cross my mind.
But in this world, where the physical realm has a distinct hold on us, we must act to rule out those possibilities first, before jumping to the thoughts of spirits and the like. After the first full week of bruises, I sat and thought about what it could be. I do not bruise easily, so I was quite mystified. They were located especially on my arms and legs, so I could exclude the likelihood of organ mischief. Since Alec was gone, I knew it wasn’t him. It was possible I was doing it in my sleep, though. I had been stressed of late and stress is to blame for many undesirable acts. The most likely cause, however, was diet, as Alec agreed when he returned from his trip to his parents’ house and helped me figure out what might happen. After increasing my Vitamin C intake, the bruises began to diminish and I felt energized. So it was easily attributed to a physical issue, one that I have been working hard to stick to rectifying.
The reason for this post is because I often see individuals claiming a curse or a spirit did X or Y when the more likely cause can easily be explained with physical phenomena. Back in college, I was at a Samhain rite with my Pagan group when one of the members came up to me all excited. She showed me her camera where she said she had captured some orbs in the photos. While the house we were practicing in has a history of ghosts, the entry room where she had taken the photos was rather dusty and lights from the street and other houses could have easily caused the spots on her photos. She was not interested in hearing this, however.
But sometimes, there is an instance where all logic does not apply. One such occurrence happened when I was, again, back in college. My roommate in the dorm room had moved out weeks before and it was the middle of the night. I was laying in bed, still awake (I had, in fact, just laid down). The room was on the 12th floor and I was alone in the room. There was also nowhere for anyone to hide and the door had been locked for the last several hours. As I lay there, I felt something move above me. It was as if something/someone was attempted to tap me on my shoulder, but my aura or shields did not let them. Another tap and this one broke through my aura or shields and gently brushed my shoulder. A third, final tap on my shoulder. I felt my flesh indent as this touch and then nothing. I lay awake, but pretended to be asleep, terrified of what it might be. But nothing else happened that night. With all other possibilities gone, I had to accept that it could have been a spirit, a ghost, something other. After all, when you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.