A couple of months back I visited some places with someone I am close to that have a long history of burials and cremated urns dating back to the Nineteenth century. Besides being fascinated by the history and beauty of the landscape and architecture, it was suggested that I borrow my sister's PX to see if we can quietly investigate and perhaps capture an EVP.
After sometime of walking and looking at all the interesting names and dates we came across, we discreetly turned on the PX and waited. Nothing came forth. We tried it a couple more times and were met with the same results. We concluded that it was for the best and we walked away from our visit feeling a sense of peace and contentment.
Now this may seem strange for someone who has talked of visiting places with the idea that we are going to investigate and document if there may be spirit activity in the surroundings. After all we are trying to look for what can be described as a shot in the dark or the echo in the silence that humanity has searching the answers to for centuries. But let's say for the sake of believing in the afterlife that perhaps it is best to conclude that most of these people are done with their earthly deeds and they are on to their next journey and hopefully surrounded by their loved ones and not looking back. Of course that is a hope and wish that many of us want for someone we love and for ourselves. But as we all know from this life which Keats once described as a vale of tears, it does not always end up that way.
When calling forth voices from the shadows either through a seance or when investigating, it takes a combination of patience, questions, research and intuition to distinguish whether an unknown voice or name is connected to you, someone in your team or to the past of the place you are currently researching. Many times after visiting a place often the same names and voices come in to say hello and recognize names and faces. Then there are the spirits of loved ones who step in to visit and make themselves known. You wouldn't believe the tears and beaming smiles I have witnessed when this happens. It makes it all worthwhile and makes one want to dwell more into this area simply for the fact that we are touching upon something very special and sacred.
We will discuss this side of spirit contact more for future talks and articles. For the the time being, lets talk about what is termed as forgotten souls. This term is meant to describe someone who is wandering in the same place as he or she frequented in life or in a place near by where they feel drawn to. Once many years ago this person was loved and mourned but as the decades pass, relatives and friends leave this earth and only names and dates are left to tell us of their existence. But somehow this person did not feel as if they got closure so they go back to the place most familiar to them. When I have ran across this, as exciting as it is to hear the evidence, I can't help feeling a twinge of sadness. In life when one is not moving forward we feel stagnant and incomplete. Imagine what it is like when you no longer have a body and the majority of people walking past you do not even hear or acknowledge you exist. Some may argue that people are attracted to the same life because they are creatures of habit. While.this is true to some.extent being a creature of habit takes on a whole new tone when you have left the body. And the reason I know this so well is because of the experience I had when my mother made her passing.
When my mother became ill and could barely leave the house it became harder and harder to care for her on my own. My sister and I tried to get a caretaker to come in the apartment but they quit because she was so hard to deal with and she refused their help. Eventually we had no choice but to put her into full time hospice care. She hated it and kept asking when she is going to come home. Eventually as her body declined her mind started wandering. One time I got a phone call from her where the conversation went like this: Baby I'm coming home. I'm on Van Ness right now a few blocks away. I will be there in a few minutes. So let me in. I said, "Ok mother," and hung up the phone. I knew she was in her hospice bed and no where near the apartment building but somehow she was out of her body and thought she was coming home. It was one of the weirdest conversations I ever had with her. Eventually she made her passing and a week later. I had a dream. Except that it was not a dream. I was out of my body and standing in the apartment with my mother while she was looking.at all of her things which were piled up in boxes. She kept asking so these are all of my things? I said Yes mother. She said So I'm really gone? I kept trying to convince her. She just wouldn't believe it and she would not leave. Linda and I had dreams every week of relatives trying to convince her that this life was done and she needed to go. In fact they started coming before she died because she pointed them out while on her hospital bed. But she would not budge. A new neighbor moved into her formal apartment and by the look on his face I could tell he sensed her presence. He moved out shortly. This went on for almost a year. Then one night I had a dream. My mother was standing near a bus stop and she said Baby I don't want to go but I have to. She told me she would miss me. I woke up and cried my eyes out.
I brought up this story because it opened my eyes to the sad realities of what happens when a soul is really haunting the same place. So when ever I come across what might be a spirit in the premises I approach the situation with respect and compassion. We have enough indifference in our lives among the living. By showing empathy and caring toward the departed we are passing along something along for them to carry along to the next world. Thus our connection becomes stronger and it goes full circle.
Of course as much as we feel for those souls who are lost or incomplete, we realize we all can't help everyone. If you do not feel equipped to help them don't try. There are people who are skilled in services for that very purpose. Instead just send them a blessing. Wishes and blessings help more than you will ever know. Remember you are sending it to the spirit world which is strong in the world of thought. If enough good intentions are sent, those thoughts go a long way in reverberating though the veil, and circumstances shift and change.
The silver lining to all of this is that when we learn from gathering evidence of different names and voices, we can trace a name or a history and it opens the door to something wider that we carry to the living. Histories and relatives are revealed. Hidden memories are brought to life again.
May all lives be remembered
What is remembered lives...
Talk to you all on the air.
Verna Wilson
References:
A vale of tears quoted by John Keats letter to George and Georgiana Keats 1819.
What Is Remembered Lives from the Spiral Dance by the Reclaiming collective.
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Wow...what a great post. Thank you so much for sharing your story.
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