Wow I had no idea there were others like me that went to cemeteries and cleared away debris from headstones of people they don�t know from Adam. My youngest son and I do this somewhat often at one particular local cemetery. As we clear headstones we say each name and the date of birth and death out loud. It�s just something we have done from the start automatically. At times when we do that, there is a firm feeling of, I don’t know how to explain it really, just a feeling of connecting with something. Usually it�s a good feeling, sometimes it�s an ominous feeling, and other times there is nothing.
There have been times in the past when I felt ill at ease just wondering through the cemetery looking for stones that need clearing and other times when I�ve felt quite welcome. Recently we saw some new headstones of young children that were buried there and that day we felt so warm and welcome. It almost felt as if we were surrounded by love. We spent an extra long time that day in the cemetery just because it felt so wonderful being there.
We have recently decided to start working on some EVP�s and photos there. Hoping to make some contact. We still have a lot of work to do within our home and with protective talismans to ward off any unwanted visitors though, so it will be a couple weeks before we start.
I truly believe there is another world that we cannot see that is with us. My uncle, who is a very religious man says there is a veil over our eyes that keeps us from seeing the fourth dimension that exists within our world. I believe that is true.
I have a couple ghost stories to share, these are things that have happened in my life that make me believe without a doubt there is more than what we see before our eyes. Some years back my brother in law died of cancer. The night he died, I cried for a very long time. I heard him in my head telling me to tell my sister he knew now why he could not commit suicide. I thought that was an odd comment and wondered if I wasn�t just in a haze from the crying and hearing things in my head. Still I related this information to my sister. My sister responded by telling me that several times toward the end he had told her to get him his gun and turn away and close the door. She refused, telling him he could not do that or it would send his soul to burn. I never knew that he had asked her to do this. I never had any idea he had at any point wanted to kill himself.
About three months after this incident, I was half asleep in my sons room. My husband at the time was sitting with me watching TV, our son had fallen asleep in our room. Just as I was about to completely fall asleep I heard my brother in law�s voice as if he was right next to me say �Can you hear me?” I assumed it was my ex husband talking to me even though the voice was not quite right, figuring part of the confusion was because I was nearly asleep at the time and the sound was unmistakably in close proximity to me. I responded with �Hmmm, yes I hear you.� He turned around and said �What?� I said �Yes I hear you what do you need.� He said, �I didn�t say anything you�re hearing things.� I closed my eyes and proceeded to fall asleep with a half smile on my face, knowing full well who it had been that had spoken to me. It wasn�t frightening, more over it was a comforting feeling.
Another incident took place when I was about 17 years old. I was driving down the road headed to work. It was a hot summer day at about 2:30 pm PST, the kind of day you can see the heat emanate in waves off the asphalt. I was driving and old beat up Chevy Vega with no air conditioning so my windows were rolled down. The road I was driving down had thick trees and a tall barbed wire fence on my left and houses to my right with a fence line facing the road.
As I approached the stop light, I noticed a man in a white robe walking down the left side toward me. I remember thinking O.K. this is some eccentric hippy who�s got to be burning up in that garb. Even at a distance he seemed to glow like bronze. Nice tan, I had thought to myself. As I got closer I remember thinking to myself the garment�s cloth looked almost like it was bleached potato sack. At one point he raised his head slightly and looked right at me and gave a small smile. His face was kind and beautiful. I felt embarrassed that he had noticed me staring at him, so I looked away back to the road ahead. I passed him and continued up the road, waiting a few seconds to do a double take because it was just so odd a scene. I know the man could not have disappeared into a house on my right and there was nowhere he could have gone to the left, unless he wanted to have to be extracted from barbed wire and thick bushes as would have been his fate if he tried to get through that line, but he was gone. It was no more than a couple of seconds after I had passed him and he was gone. I do now and always will believe I saw an angel.
I don�t know why me of all people might have been given this gift. I am a reasonable, level headed, intelligent person, I always look for a reasonable explanation. For these events there are none. One last thing, I�m sure you�ve all probably heard this one but I want to share it anyway.
�Always treat people with kindness and respect because you never know when you might be entertaining an angel.� This idealism always makes me feel light at heart and brings a comforting smile to my face. I hope it has the same effect on you.
Written by Kimberly, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com