I have always had a fascination with doors. If I look through my photos I find many doors and windows that I thought were beautiful or intriguing. Even before I started my paranormal journey. I often wonder if I know more than what I think I know. Well, I know the answer to that question. I think we all know the answer to that.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. What if doors (and maybe windows) are really portals to the other side? Do we need a secret knock or a handshake? Does it just magically appear when we are ready to know what ever is hidden behind the secret door? Maybe these are questions that are silently answered when we are ready to know the truth.

I think my personal journey has changed direction. Not because I was on the wrong path, but because I was on the one most traveled and it was too busy. Too Loud. Too crowded. I hear the silence and solitude calling to take off into the woods where there is no path. I’m not hiding, I think I’m just trying to filter out the pollution to get to the good stuff.

It’s funny how when I think about it, I walked through a few doors recently that I didn’t think were open. But when I stepped up to the stoop, it was like they were waiting for me and opened the door before I even knocked and invited me in without hesitation as if they were expecting me.

For those opportunities, I am honored and grateful. I will continue knocking on the doors. And honestly probably peeping in windows, so who’s going to be my 1 call from jail? 

Until next time, stay haunted. 👻

Knock, knock…