Have you ever stood in the middle of a street or busy sidewalk and saw someone standing or walking down the pavement who looked different from the crowd as if they did not belong there? Perhaps it was their clothing or mannerisms that felt as if they stepped out of another era. Then you try to take another look and suddenly the figure is gone. But you know what you saw and no other explanations are needed. If you have ever experienced what I talking about then please do your research on the surrounding area. You may not have known it but you might have stumbled on to an old burial ground.
I am of the school of thought that even though the body is only a vehicle that we shed when we eventually pass away, your essence is still lingering on to that former shell of your self. Even when the body gets cremated. It's what I call soul imprints. Depending on the individual, they might have moved on but something of their former self leaves an invisible residue behind. This is why when we touch books, old toys or clothing we still feel something of the person who it belonged to.
When we are at the end of our journey we hope that we will have a final resting place for our loved ones to visit and remember us by but in a changing world where the living keeps building and moving, that wish crumbles to dust and lays buried along with the hopes and dreams that went with us into the next world whereever that may be. Often whole cemeteries and records get shifted and relocated but there is room for error and sadly one or two souls are left and forgotten only to be discovered later and regiven a decent burial. One such incident that made headlines was the story of three year old Edith Cook whose coffin was found when a couple was renovating their home. You could still see her delicate blond features through the glass coffin and the dried lavender sprigs entwined in her hair. It took months of research and going over old records to give the little face a name but they finally succeeded even to the point where they were able to contact her living decendants still living in Marin. As belonging to the order of Odd Fellows I was lucky enough to be present at her reburial and I was wondering how her parents would have felt to know that their little darling was being remembered and honored all over again. How many more Ediths are laying among us undiscovered still while we go about our busy lives.
There is a saying that what ever place you go to or reside in, be the soul of that place. If we could take a few moments to feel our surroundings and appreciate what has gone before us then perhaps our lives will be much more enhanced and we will start to notice details that we may have over looked other wise. Those shadows and quick glimpses of other faces that pass us are not a figment of our imagination. They are the lives that have gone before us. Still dreaming and hoping somewhere among the ethers.
I will talk to you all on the air tomorrow night. Happy New Year.