“I know you want to see her, hear her or whatever, but it takes time.”
“Do you think we will get something tonight?”
Jake had new equipment. He explained it to me but I have already forgotten what it was. Seems like he called it a spectrovolumizer or something like that. These devices are special made to detect things like cold spots and electromagnetic fields or whatnot. I guess I’m mutilating the names and processes of this equipment, but I wish to learn more. I want to do what Jake does. Jake talks to the dead.
“Jake, did you say that was a voice extramologer?”
Jake laughed way down in his belly. His smile was huge. He would have been cute if he wasn’t making fun of me.
He could barely speak through his guffawing. “It could be a prestidigitator working through the flabnoid erupter.”
I wasn’t impressed. Our neighbor had already said those ludicrous words while banging on his alternator with a screwdriver. I wasn’t the only one who was clueless. Heck, the world was infested with ignorance.
“Jake, I’m sorry. I can’t pronounce those words and I forget all the time. I just want to talk to her.”
He took my hand and lead me over to the couch. There, lined up against the edge of the rug was three devices. One was large and the other two no smaller than a cellphone. He was making a list of what he needed for the trip. Apparently, these were his ‘prime babies’ as he called them.
“You see this?” Jake picked up something that looked like a calculator. “This is my portable ‘spirit box’. You wouldn’t believe how important this thing is.”
Jake took the little electronic and sat down on the couch, pulling me down with him.
“So, how does this work? Is it complicated?”
“Okay, when we get there, we will first use the infrared thermometer to detect cold spots. You see, where there’s a ghost, the air will turn icy. The temperature will drop so suddenly that chill bumps will appear on your skin. It’s true. Then, we use the other devices in unison-EMF meters, ion detectors and cameras. You know you want the good old fashion photos as well, huh…”
“Wait, slow down, Jake. What is an ion detector?”
“Natie, you wouldn’t understand if I told you.”
I hated it when he assumed that I was an idiot. A good hard frog on the arm would fix that. I punched him and punched him hard.
“Ouch! Okay, look. An Ion detector is another way to detect a form of energy. Except this one detects radiation or static electricity.”
“Oh, so why does a ghost make static electricity.”
“It doesn’t. Let me explain something to you. When a person dies, they do not go away. Nope, never, they simply transform. I know you’ve heard bunches of people talk about this before. It’s not new. Anyway, we are energy, plain and simple and when we die, our energy persists. It weakens but it does not cease to exist. We no longer have a body and therefore, we cannot speak, see, hear or anything of that nature. Are you following me so far?”
“Yes Jake. Clear as mud…I mean a bell.”
I take this opportunity to roll my eyes because I grow weary of waiting.
“Okay, so imagine your loved ones who have passed into this different state of being. They may be trapped here or simple have no interest in going somewhere else. Don’t ask me about God or anything because I want to approach this from a secular viewpoint for now. So, you’re dead, bear with me and pretend a moment, Natie. You’re dead and you wish to talk to someone who is alive. What can you do? If you cannot talk because of lack of vocal cords, then how do you get the message across?”
“I don’t know. I would have to do something or just wither away in desperation-if withering of anything was even possible.”
Jake smiled. “If you were dead, you would take that energy you had left, which was you, and you would push that energy toward the object of your communication. That is what you would do.”
“But you said the energy was weakened by death, right?”
“Right, but think of all the electronic devices! This is what they do. I have no idea how these entities learned to do this, but they did. Whatever is left of you could have a consciousness, somehow, maybe an electric powered soul or some sort which was so thin that it was vapor. I have to stop before I get to a place I am unfamiliar with and get lost trying to show you the way. Listen Natie, all this stuff serves an important role in what we are going to do. If you want to talk to her, just you wait.
“Do you think it will happen, Jake? Do you think she can come through to us?”
Jake brushed my hair from my eyes and kissed my forehead.
“I hope so. I cannot stand to see you suffer so.”