My husband had
always liked a good mystery story. He
also is a serious fan of history. So
when his best friend showed up one night for dinner with laptop in hand to show
Paul how far back he had traced his family tree, another genealogist was
recruited. Now after Paul got into the
hobby, I began to see how we both could benefit. I investigate the paranormal and he wanted
to go visit dead relatives in cemeteries.
Hot damn! Road Trip!
So our first
serious foray into this territory was this morning (05/16/12) when we went
looking for a dead great-great-grandfather at the National Veterans Cemetery,
Memphis Tennessee. It is beautiful and
peaceful. However, it is filled with
tragedy. I was surprised when I got out
of the car that I didn’t feel overwhelmed; so I settled down into that state
where spirits can contact me. I had my
Ghost Radar with me, and asked if anyone had something to say. Realize that this app is automatically set to
come on when I turn on my phone. Last
time it spoke was on January 29, 2012 in at Ashley’s restaurant, in Rockledge,
Florida a noted hot spot of ghostly activity.
All this time it has remained silent – until today.
As I made my way
through the small limestone markers, it began to speak. Ghost Radar tries to detect paranormal
activity by using various sensors that are on the cell phone itself. One of the modern theories of paranormal
activity is that some intelligent energy (ghosts or spirit) is aware of its
ability to influence the sensors on a smartphone. The app interprets certain
readings from the sensors. Intelligence
influences the readouts and communicates.
Twenty minutes into the session I had over 15 words. I was told that there was “activity” and
that “you’re pleasant” which, considering I was standing amongst the remains of
Southern gentlemen, made me feel honored.
I was saddened to see that many of the graves are of “unknowns”. I had no idea why there were so many. But I approached a row and walked over to a
grave. “Do you want to tell me your
name?” I asked. “James” was the reply. A
few unknowns down, and the reply was “Johnson”.
Now getting a man’s name once while standing over an unknown grave would
be a statistical possibility; walking to another grave and getting the name
“Johnson” starts to mess with both your mind and the numbers.
Other
communications included “paid, won, any and political”. Since I was standing in the Civil War part of
the cemetery, the communication summed up the War Between the States. Some paid, some won; some saw it as a
situation where any side won and paid, but it was all political.
Then the
communication got fascinating. I got the
words “Mississippi, spent, water, swam, darkness”. Now, I’m fascinated with history from either
a psychological or a paranormal standpoint.
However, I could not think of any Civil War battle in Tennessee that fit
the description. However, a review of
the brochure from the cemetery answered all my questions: “Victims of one of the nation’s most tragic
maritime disasters – the explosion and burning of the Mississippi River
steamboat USS Sultana on April 26, 1965 – are buried here. At a stop in Vicksburg, between 1,800 and
2,000 Union soldiers recently released from Confederate prison camps boarded
the ship. Shortly after it left Memphis,
the boiler exploded and fire broke out on the ship. More than 1,700 people were killed.” Another communication Explained.
Most interesting,
was on our way back to the hotel. James wanted
to continue to communicate. His comments
about the drive home included “halfway” – when we were 10 miles into a 20 mile
drive; “automobile” and “fly” as people flew by us using the Southern “drive it
like you stole it” mentally. I was
concerned that James was still “chatting” on my phone. So I asked him to go back with love and
light. The Ghost Radar has been silent
since.
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