Mid October, perhaps the only time of the year that mortals care about ghosts or spirits as much as I do. I get requests from all over the world from those who want me to travel to be scared somewhere dank and dark. Shall I choose to entertain mockery in a grave yard , or go to a historically horrific crime scene to poop my pants? I get a little miffed yeah I said miffed because I couldn’t say pissed after I just pooped my pants. Why then when we take our field so seriously do we have to resort to spooky marketing measures to get our spirit theories out there? I do love and miss the days of home-made costumes, candy apples and trick or treat treks. I remember sprinting past old lady Pritchett’s house so she wouldn’t cook and eat me like the fate of poor Hansel and Gretel. So, mid complaint about mid-October I see that I too like the scary parts. I am a walking contradiction when I am raising funds for a children’s cause by trying to communicate with the dead. I am actually feeding this monster. I understand the beast now, we have to separate the emotions from the mission. Just like Santa is a less serious part of holiday celebrations so can a Zombie be a less serious part of a Halloween celebration. How dare I compare Christmas and Halloween! Well dare taken because I care more about the latter. There is less restriction in the scope of the belief. I did not just say I worship Satan or Santa for that matter which is how extremists would interpret my sentence. I said I like the freedom of Halloween spirituality more than the restrictions of politically correct holiday jargon. So often, conquering our fears is the teacher better than any other. Spirits know when you are ready for a message even if it is only one cold windy night at the end of October. So I will participate in the madness with a mixed bag of sage and salt and fresh undies just in case.