Poetry by Charles Joseph

No Need for Superstition

Are you superstitious?

Once, when I was around 7 years old, I woke up in the middle of the night to see my sister crouching, hugging her knees, and shaking in fear on the opposite corner of our bed. When we made eye contact, she pointed at the window. I looked and saw a black figure floating outside of the window. It was staring at us with eyes that gleamed with a color that I cannot remember. Our room was two stories up, and the neighboring house was a one story building. I told my sister to go back to sleep. In the morning, there was only a sky, some clouds, and the far away buildings outside of our window.

In Haitian Culture, if something that is unable to be explained by science or local logic happens, we tend to blame the supernatural: “Lougawou” (demonic, flying, werewolf, monster, thing), “Bòkò” (Voodoo priest), “Djab” (monster). A lot of Haitians—even myself, at times—tend to joke about that aspect of our culture and ridicule it, but I’ve seen a horse casually walking without a head. Everyone on the block stared at it silently. No one said anything. We never spoke about it. The headless horse just went about its way.

In 2014, I was laying on a hospital bed in New York City with half of my body paralyzed—I had recently woken up from a coma. A nurse walked in and started checking my vital signs—as they normally do. What was bizarre about the nurse’s visit is that she didn’t care to ask any questions about how I was feeling—as they normally do. Even more surprisingly, she looked exactly like my aunt Lenzy—who is a nurse as well. But Lenzy lives many state borders away. A few things about that nurse also distinguished her from my aunt. That nurse wasn’t my aunt. I didn’t know who she was, but I recognized her. The shock kept me from saying anything to the nurse. When she was done checking, she walked out silently. As soon as the nurse left, I turned my head to my other aunt, Thalsa, who was sitting in the room by the window. Knowing I had a witness, I shouted, “OMG! Aunty Lenzy just walked in here—didn’t you see her?” She responded, “what? Lenzy lives in California. Are you okay?” I was recovering from a Traumatic Brain Injury, so her question was both funny and cute. I pointed out, “but what about the nurse that just came in here?” With absoluteness in her voice, she said that nobody came in the room. The conversation ended there. A few weeks later, aunty Thalsa brought up the “nurse who looks like Lenzy” once again, asking me to describe her. When I was done with my description, her mouth was opened with tears slowly trickling down her eyes. She said I just described my mother. I haven’t seen my mother since I was one years old, when she passed. A few years after that event, I learned that my mother was also a nurse.

I’m 25 years old, now, and my mother’s death is a mystery that not even medical science could explain.

When I was in high school, my neighbor’s son passed. One Saturday morning shortly after his passing, I was in my living room doing homework when I slightly dozed off (although it didn’t feel like it). I turned my head to the left and saw a bright light entering the living room. He walked in with his contagious smile, and waved at me without saying anything. Shocked and at loss for words, I turned my head back towards the computer in front of me. I must’ve woken up while turning my head, but when I looked again, he was gone. My aunt and my uncle were also in the living room reading, watching television. When I told them what just happened, they didn’t see any of it—but they wasted no time in running to my neighbor to let her know that her son made it to heaven.

I’ve had dreams of people I’ve never met before, until I did. Events that were dreams or random flashes in my imagination, but I stood there questioning the familiarity and possibility of it all as these events unfolded in front of my eyes.

Have you ever interacted with someone but, some time after the interaction, a realization hit you that that was not an interaction with a human?

I believe aliens are real, but why show themselves to us if we’re still struggling to understand and know the very planet that we live on?

No, I’m not superstitious. From personal experiences, I’ve learned that the supernatural is real—just beings at a level beyond what we allow ourselves to perceive and understand. I have made peace with that; I’m not obsessive about it.

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39 responses to “No Need for Superstition”

  1. This was a wonderful read! I had goosebumps from the story of your mother! 🙏🏻💕 I also believe in the supernatural, and it’s incredible that you were able to witness certain things first hand. I hope you are well!

    1. Thank you very much for reading and for sharing your sentiments with me! The story of my mother gives me goosebumps whenever I think of it. I hope all is well with you too!

  2. Spooky stuff makes me smile…enjoyed reading this! Thanks for sharing…

    1. Of course! Thank you for reading!!!

    2. Yes, it was very cool and interesting!

  3. Nice. A well read…

    1. Thank you for reading and thank you for your comment!

  4. I like reading about these subjects and thank you to write such a great writing..

    1. Thank you very much for your comment! I like reading and writing about these stuff too. Please subscribe to my page so that you can receive an email notification whenever I post!

      1. okayy but could you do the same things and like my writings please

  5. I don’t know if I beleive in supernatural or not but it intrigues me and i have absolute faith in God so why can’t there be another dimension just coz we can’t perceive it, we are just a tiny spec in the universe.
    Good read , goosebumps worthy 👏

    1. You cannot perceive God either, so why is our excuse for not believeing in other supernatural beings that “we can’t perceive it”? Is the event that just happened due to God, coincidence, cause and effect, or just dumb luck? I think humans yearn knowledge so much that when they finally don’t know, they put it all on God for self-validation. The Bible speaks of lucifer being sent to rule the underworld—is that not another god? The Bible speaks of the acrangels being the most powerful among the angels—are these not other deities/gods that exist under the almighty God? So you can agree that there exists multiple gods, right? While Jesus was praying, Moses, although dead, appeared and had a conversation with Him—is Moses not a ghost then? So why do we take everything that the Bible says as facts or prossibilities, but we think believing in ghosts is silly and childish? It’s a lot to think about and I have so much to say on that topic haha!

      1. Well I didn’t say I don’t believe in it i am just saying i don’t know if I should believe in it because it’s terrifying also believing God means having unshakeable faith , belief that he is looking after us all ,it doesn’t matter if we can see him or not.

        Lol according to your logic, you mean we should have unshakeable faith in supernatural as well, well iam not so keen to do ha! Ha!

        1. There is a flaw in the reasoning behind your claim. It contradicts itself, but I don’t feel like pointing out how.

          Anyways, whether you have faith or not, God still exists. Whether you have faith or not, Arcangel Gabriel still exists alongside many other deities. Whether you have faith or not, Lucifer is god of the underworld. Whether you have faith or not, Moses and Elijah did appear to Jesus. Your faith is actually irrelevant.

  6. I think this is going out of context,
    Their are millions of deities, gods in all different cultures around the world and no one has saw them, not one can perceive them, but they are there helping each of us, looking after us , running the whole universe, they can be in any shape or form , and our faith is what keeps us sane ,we thank them for protecting us and we pray to them.

    Like I said the supernatural/ghosts can be there or they have already shed their current body moved to their next birth or simply cesase to exist after their job on earth is done, we donot know what happens after death,but we don’t as humans don’t put our beliefs on it ,if we put it in our gods.

    Was all i was saying and this is not to offend anyone , everyone is entitled to their own thoughts and perceptive.

    1. Ummm okay I see!

  7. I thought your story was very well written! Surprised at times. Congratulations on the job. Changing the subject, I think that in the middle of the text there is a part that is repeated, duplicated.I thought your story was very well written! Surprised at times. Congratulations on the job. Changing the subject, I think that in the middle of the text there is a part that is repeated, duplicated.

    1. There is a part in your comment that is repeated too 😉 thanks for pointing that out though!

      1. Exactly. I still tried to edit, but it was not possible.

  8. Incredible read

    1. Thank you, Fatima!

    2. Please read more at 🙂

      1. Sure and you too please have a look on my page.

  9. Spooky scary

    1. haha thank you for reading nonetheless!

  10. Yes , I also believe in superstition.

    1. You’re my favorite type of people! 🙂

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  12. This is a wonderful creativity combined with real-life observations. Well, I’m an African. I don’t think that there are other people on earth that are more superstitious. Thanks for the story.

    1. Haha I love my African brothers and sisters! Thanks for reading!

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