Lily Dale

So, Leif ordered me a book, “Lily Dale,” by Christine Wicker.  It’s about the Spiritualist community in upstate New York that has existed since the 1800’s.  Apparently in the summer, swarms of people descend on the town to talk to their dead loved ones.  It was interesting–less of a history than the author’s experience with New Agey stuff.  The author could believe some stuff, but not all of it, not even most of it.  But here are some neat quotes that I wanted to save:

 That’s how it is, and that’s how it has always been.  Those who must see to believe don’t believe enough to see.  And those who believe enought to see won’t stop believing, no matter what they see.

I didn’t believe it all.  No, I didn’t.  But I could.  I had permission now, enough proof that I could believe anything that seemed real to me.  Just to me.  I didn’t have to prove it to the rest of the world. . . the world is full of wonder.  I was less afraid.  Work was easier.  All failure was temporary.  Everything counted to the good.  Lessons that I learned late were as valuable as lessons I learned early because I had all eternity to use them.

She said I was intent on a question, but it was the wrong question.  Instead of asking whether I should be doing this, I ought to be thinking about how to make it fit with other things that I valued, such as family and friends.  She never said what “this” was.

Author: ~R

I write about life, people, and the things that interest in me. Which often includes death, sex, friendship, and the future of humanity. I hope for the best in people and I prepare for the worst. But no matter what happens, change is constant and everything will be ok.

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