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Was Marley & Scrooge the only ghost-to-human intervention ever?

This is what I wonder.

Marley's haunting, and the arrangement he made for Scrooge had a far-reaching and beneficial effect. 

Surely, poor Jacob Marley's ghost found some peace for being such a compassionate medium.

I like to believe so. 

I would also like to believe that attempts at intercessions like this occur with some frequency among unfulfilled spirits.

Even now.

Even in Los Angeles.

I Believe.




The fact that Trevor was dead never got in the way of interfering in his sister's life.  Since the incident with the bus seven years previous, Trevor had been trying, in vain, to contact her.  He had managed to make his presence known with a number of spectral visits, but Viveka, the sister in question, had dismissed those occasions as by-products of stress, drunkenness or just her imagination.

In life, Trevor had been an elegant, cold-hearted, selfish human being. Those who knew him well felt it was a judgment on him when he and that bus had met. But not Viveka. She herself was as self-centered and heartless as they came, exactly like the parents who spawned them. That was the Blake family way.

But Trevor never gave up hope.  Besides, what else had he to do in the afterlife?  And, truth be told, he owed her.  Viveka had no idea she was forging the same desolate limbo in which Trevor existed. 

            You see, Trevor was among that host of spirits who, when death had come, discovered the grave was not the end.  It had been quite a shock.  The first shock being he really was dead and second, that even in death, he still had work to do.  Who knew?  The third, and most amazing shock was that he and all of us, both on earth and on other planes of existence were beings of light.  The degree to which this light expanded to encompass our lives was, he discovered, the goal of the soul's journey.  There was, literally, a light within, sometimes a tiny flicker, sometimes a more expansive glow in various areas of the body. In rare cases, at least on the earth plane, there were those who experienced a complete immersion of light in every cell of the body.  It was no coincidence that these rare beings were called "enlightened."  

It wasn't until his final encounter with an L.A. tour bus that Trevor became conscious of his own light, a tiny flicker no bigger than the proverbial mustard seed.   He'd carried this seed- sized light throughout his sojourn in life, never allowing it to expand more than was comfortable for him.  And so he was destined to wander in death, a witness to the light and joys he could have shared, as a more loving and charitable citizen of the planet.

            The only good news was that un-enlightened spirits, like Trevor, had the option to escape this transitional limbo.  All that was necessary was to affect a change of heart in one living soul.  A successful spirit-to-human intervention not only saved the living soul from eternal wandering upon death, it also transformed the spirit from a Wanderer in the Dark to a Resident in Light.  And there was one more human heart inspired to reclaim paradise in this earthly realm.

            There were some who had been trying for centuries to make contact with the living; others, just a few months.  And the competition was fierce, especially at this time of year.  In the northern hemisphere, the period marked by the Gregorian calendar leading up to the winter solstice in December, has been a time of thanksgiving and celebration for millennia. During this time, the human heart which had been, throughout the rolling year, increasingly closed off with the pressures of survival and anxiety with the lessening, life-giving rays of the sun, was ripe for flowering into bloom. The solstice in December signaled the return of the sun.  It was the season of light on earth and goodwill toward all.

            In the realm above the earthly plane, Trevor was determined to be a Resident in Light before New Year's.  Before Christmas, if he could manage it.