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
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When I went to this on particular cemetery I always enjoyed it. I sometimes wondered off a little to read the description of the tomb stone.
The name, the year they died & the year they were born. The caretaker didn’t mind that we were wondering around the cemetery either.
Though most of the graves were very old, dating back to the 1900′s, some even went back to the 1800′s though not alot of them were that old.
My classmates didn’t really like the fact that I kept wondering off. But it’s not like I didn’t know where I was. I knew my way. And every time I keeled down to read the tomb stone, my teacher would tell me to get away from it. I didn’t listen I just stayed and felt comfortable around those I read.
It’s almost as the spirits wanted me to read about there birth & death.
thats a beautiful story.. you read so much scary stuff on here, that reading this is like breath of fresh air… there’s good on the other side….
Shouldn’t the Caretaker be doing that…………………..:)
Karen – most cemeteries are very small and do not have anyone like a caretaker.
such a heartwarming story to read, thank you for sharing kimberly
oh, and also kim, you said, “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”.
i wonder why such opposite feelings with different headstones? do you guys think there’s such thing as a cemetery where “bad” people are put to be burried? or is everyone equally allowed to be laid to rest anywhere, both good and bad?!
just curious…
I’m glad your cleaning in the cemetaries. I’ve never heard of someone doing that but it is nice. I hate to tell you, but talismen only work in novels. You’r just as well off getting a voodoo doll. Only the word of God has any power and that’s only if you truly believe and are living the word otherwise he will not work through you. Remember in “Acts” when those ‘supposed” holy men who knew of Christ but were not really of him tried to cast out demons. The demons said,”Jesus I know, and Paul I know, but who art thou?…..” and then proceeded to thoroughly thrash them to within an inch of their life. And as far as labeling it “gift” , Maybe everyone long long ago when mankind was a knew species could commune with spirits and feel energies and it was considered a normal thing. Maybe we’ve hardened our spiritual eyes and heart to such things and only a few through some genetic switch that was thrown at birth or some other external influence are sensitive. Who knows? There does seem to be something that effects a certain part of the population though.
You my dear are blessed and I think you will share that blessing.
this is the nicest story I’ve read on this site, I agree with you totally.I love the scary stories, but its refreshing to read a heartwarming story like this, not all supernatural experiences are bad ,scary or evil,thanks for sharing
Dear Kimberly,
What you are doing is really wonderful. Most people do not bother about those who are dead and after the first few days do not even remember the person and also kim, you said, “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”. My advice would be don’t worry about the places where you have felt ill at ease but just go ahead and do what you have been doing. As with living people they may have been having a bad day and no matter what type of person may be buried there I am sure that they would appreciate having a clean and neat place to sleep in. So keep up the good work and may God Bless you.
I don’t think I can add too much to what has already been said….it is a lovely story, and I admire you for taking the time for the cemetery upkeep. We had a cemetery not far from the town I live in that was just let go so terribly…it ended up getting a reputation for being haunted, and then groups of people that “thought” they were practicing some kind of spells ended up desecrating much of what was left. It was a shameful end to a small family cemetery…and so unnecessary, if people would just take the time to care.
DEAR KIMBERLY, IT IS SO GOOD TO HEAR THAT SOMEONE ELSE DOES THIS. I HAVE BEEN ADOPTING GRAVES FOR YEARS. WHERE EVER I MOVE TO I LOOK FOR ALL THE GRAVEYARDS. AND I FIND ALOT OF PEACE WONDERING AROUND THEM. I ALSO CLEAN UP OTHER SPOTS THAT NEEDS IT. AT THIS TIME I HAVE FOUR CHILDREN’S GRAVES THAT I TAKE CARE OF. I SPEND TIME WITH EACH ONE. FEELING LIKE THEY KNOW I AM THERE. NO I AM NOT CRAZY! JUST INTUITIVE. I AM HALF INDIAN AND HALF ENGLISH. BOTH HAVING THE ABILITY TO SEE THE OTHER SIDE. I HAVE HAD ALOT OF THINGS HAPPEN TO ME. OR SHOULD I SAY FOR ME! JUST KEEP UP YOUR HOBBY. THEY ALL LOVE YOU FOR IT. BE BLESSED GHOSTWATCHER