Here you see my cat Opera (daughter chose that name) looking straight at John, and he's looking straight at me. I call this a true paranormal visit, while the others are energetic impressions. He doesn't like to be called a ghost, he's a spirit, but if I had to clarify this moment it would be a ghostly encounter (sorry, John). Whatever it is, it's beautiful.
A rock that looks like John. Subjective. But I treasure it.
Moments ago, light fell upon my desk. Check out that profile.
A cheesecloth with his profile. Again, subjective.