I consider myself both an educated and spiritual man. Sometimes, I have difficulty reconciling the two. I'm also a religious man-- a Christian.
I don't believe in "ghosts" in the classical sense of the term. I do believe in demons, fallen angels... whatever. My lack of belief in ghosts stems from my view that any souls will have transitioned to their afterlife and not be anchored here. I really don't buy into the notion that a soul can either through choice or accident remain. I think what is interpreted as ghosts are other forms of spirits, or just imagination.
That said, I have had exactly two "paranormal" experiences in my life of which I am absolutely certain. Both, I know were not so much "paranormal" as they were religious, yet I guess it still falls within the same umbrella.
The first was when I heard a voice instructing me on a course of action that I had originally been against. The voice wasn't in my head. It was in a location-- behind my left side. It had a discernible tone and dialect, and not one that my subconscious mind would have constructed. And it occurred in a room where I was alone and on speaker phone with my father-in-law. That voice told me that it was my path to adopt my son whom would at the time be born in 3 months. Through our fertility issues, I had been against considering adopting, and my father in law called me to inform me that he knew of a person looking a family to adopt a child. I found myself repeating the words of the voice to my father in law without my consciously willing myself to talk-- like I was watching myself in a movie.
The second is also tied to my son. I live in a family home built by my great-grandfather by his own hand. Interestingly enough, both he and my great-grandmother died in this house, and both had their funerals in the living room of the house. My great-grandfather had expressed his desire that no one other than a _____ (last name) ever lived in this house. I was laying in bed in the master bedroom with my son asleep next to me and my wife on the other side of the bed reading a book. I was wondering what he (great grandfather) would think of my son being the legacy of our family (only son and adopted-- not his blood.)
While I was thinking about this, I saw a dark shape walk out of the living room and into the hall that connects the bedrooms. The shape moved away from us and into the room we set up for my son. It is relevant that the room that we set up for my son was my great-grandfather's bedroom when he was alive. I looked at my wife and asked her if she saw what I saw or was I imagining things. She couldn't speak. She just shook her head and had a look of fear on her face.
I got up and walked up the hall. I'll be damned if I know what a 1911 could do in this instance, but I had one with me. I walked into my son's bedroom and there was nothing there. However, I instantly got a feeling of peace and warmth fall over me, and I found myself smiling.
The question that I had been thinking about that night was one that I had thought about in the past more than once. It is my belief that God allowed my ancestor to give me an answer to that question. I felt that there was acceptance, approval, or whatever.
My house is not haunted. That was the one and only time that I have experienced anything like that before or since. I believe that both of those experiences were not "ghost" stories, but rather a religious experience. God used different tools to give me either guidance or answers that I needed.
I do believe that I saw my great-grandfather's spirit, but I believe that the experience was a one-time message when it was needed.
I went back into the room and told my wife all of this, and she admitted that when I went into the room her fear melted away and she felt a calm.
Take what you want from this. Some here will think I am nuts, and that is OK. I've nothing to prove to anyone, and what is thought of me won't change any of our lives. I've got nothing to gain or lose from sharing this. I certainly don't share it among those that know me in my community.