Cemeteries
Cemeteries can speak to you, through the stones, or sometimes through spirits
that inhabit them. These cemeteries hold the decaying bodies of people and
family and friends come and give recognition to them by talking of days gone by,
wishing that they were with them once again, how much they are missed and to
even decorate the graves with things that the deceased loved and cared about.
All this gives recognition to the spirit and with this recognition they are able
to gain the energy needed to manifest themselves. Many times these people died
under tragic circumstances or with something left unfinished. All though
cemeteries seem calm and barren to the ordinary eye, to a person that is
sensitive they are a very active location. So many eras superimposed over each
other. A sensitive person might become aware of soldiers from World War One and
Two, women in old fashioned dresses from the turn of the last century, and men
in many different style suits and even children at play.
Many times Larry and I have driven by a cemetery and had a spirit call to us to
come and help them, sometimes they can be very persistent.
One such occurrence happened as we drove on the interstate in Southern
Connecticut one evening at twilight.
We could see a cemetery just off the exit as we drove by. The setting sun gave
the tombstones an almost ghostly appearance, but that was not what caught my
attention to it. I heard someone call to me as we drove past, I did not tell
Larry about it so we kept driving. I again heard someone call me, this time it
was louder, still I ignored the voice, but this spirit was unrelenting, he
continued to call until finally he got into the car with us. Even Larry felt an
oppressive heavy feeling that seemed to envelope the car's interior. Needless to
say we got off at the next exit and we went back to the cemetery.
On the drive back the spirit communicated to me that his name was Angus Stanton
and that he was worried about his wife. He told me that he was very angry that
he had passed and had to leave his wife behind. He made sure that I knew that he
was angry at God for taking him at such an early age and leaving his young wife
alone to raise their children. But now his wife too had passed, he was worried
that by his being mad at God he would never be with her again. He desperately
wanted God to forgive him so that he could be reunited with his wife once more.
Angus led us to his grave and we noticed that he was indeed a young man when he
passed he was only 35 years of age and that he had been dead since the early
1940s. We also noticed that his wife, Camille, had passed in the mid 70s, in the
spirit realm time is nothing, what is many years to us is but seconds to them,
so this is why Angus told us that his wife had just passed, for him, for us she
had been dead over 20 years.
As Larry took out a prayer book and began to pray for Angus' soul, I tired to
assure him that God had indeed forgiven him. Soon I saw this very dazzling
pinpoint of light, that grew larger and brighter as Larry continued to pray.
The cemetery grew silent and still, no sound could be heard, not even the sound
of the traffic going by on the interstate. For a brief moment all I could see
was the bright light, which still seemed to grow larger and brighter. Slowly I
began to see a shape of a woman as she stepped out of the light. She told me her
name was Camille Stanton and that she was here to show her husband, Angus the
way to the light. At that moment I knew that God had indeed forgiven Angus for
his anger. After all isn't God our father who loves each and every one of us and
isn't he ready to forgive us for anything as long as we are truly sorry?
The last time that I saw Angus and Camille, the two of them were walking hand in
hand into the light, just as the light slowly disappeared. The heavy oppressive
air began to lift in the car and soon everything returned to normal, once again
the sound of the highway and the crickets could be heard.
We left the cemetery and resumed our journey.
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