I respect other people’s beliefs. I do everything I can not to disrespect
either the living or those that have passed.
However, sometimes paths cross.
Sometimes there is a confrontation; sometimes that confrontation happens
in another dimension.
While we were doing genealogical research, we ended up in a
Catholic cemetery. It was old, but it
had fresh internments, it also was the Friday before Memorial Day, so I didn’t
know if there would be loved ones tending graves. Again, I work very hard not to offend
anyone. So if my activity was unwelcome,
I would have to stop. I approached the corner of the cemetery, and
ask if anyone had something to say.
A chatty woman named Margaret told me that she was “above”. She then explained to me that she had a “stove”
and that something was “lost” and “wasted”.
What popped into my mind was that she was complaining about things that
her kids had done. I smiled. Some mothers always want to remind their kids
of their shortcomings. Then HE entered
the cemetery. He drove a large SUV; he
eyed me with suspicion as he drove by.
He slowed down to study my husband who was busily photographing family
graves. The eagle and American flag on
his cap as well as the array of political bumper stickers on the back of the
truck told me that he would not support my kind of foolishness. I realized that Ghost Radar was silent; I
found a visitor’s bench to take a good look at my smartphone. Guess I had bumped the phone and turned off
Ghost Radar. I set it back up set it on
the bench beside me; I ask if anyone had anything to say. When I looked down my smartphone was playing
a balloon popping game! I reset it one
more time and asked my question. I
looked up, and saw Mr. SUV standing at the back of the cemetery staring
directly at me. The Ghost Radar was
switched off again without human intervention!
My husband asked if I had anything. I told him “Yes. It doesn’t like Muggles.” Just in case there is someone reading this who
is not aware of Harry-Potter speak, Muggles are non-magic(k)al people.
They do not believe in such nonsense.
To be a true Muggle, I add that they also must be against the magic(k)al
– including the paranormal. However, I
did remind him that spirit loved to play tricks with electronic equipment. Having my phone switch to a game, and then
having Ghost Radar turned off was also proof of spectral energy. Perhaps the speaker had a hard time with the
device; perhaps the contact was with the Divic Kingdom (the cemetery was in a
wooded area). I told my husband that I
would have to do more research. I didn’t
know that would happen the very next day.
The next cemetery had a very old section, and a newer
section. I hoped we’d be in the old
section, but the research was in the new section. We were basically alone in the cemetery when
my husband found family names in one direction while I was pulled in
another. A person who died in their
teens told me about “studying”. A woman
told me that she had “raised’ “children” “too”.
A World War II veteran explained to me that he was about “safety” and
that he had seen “various” “action” and had “raised” a “flag” while at “sea”. A set of family graves revealed secrets. The mother told me that she wanted to know “whether”
someone was “lying”. She then said that
she “knew”. She reminded me that life
is precious and that “time” “rushes”.
Again, others drove into the cemetery, and again Ghost Radar went
silent. Two women got out of the car and
began putting flags on veteran’s graves.
More and more people showed up to help.
One woman spoke to my husband.
She smiled broadly as my husband pointed out one relative after
another. My husband pointed at me. She smiled and waved, I returned to
favor. Ghost Radar remained silent.
