“Aren’t you scared?”
I’ve been asked that before…a lot. Usually, I’m standing in a cemetery or visiting an ancient “haunted” place. The answer is usually, “No” – not because I’m super brave (I’m really a chicken in many situations). In truth, I’m just fascinated. I want to know what those on the other side of the veil have to say to those of us who want to listen.
The shift from life to death is a mystery, except to those who have made that transition. Most avoid the concept of death and ghosts like the plague – the unknown is just too frightening! But for many of us, those souls who have left the earth still want to talk to us. They have a message to tell.
I’ve wondered if Kathryn (from The Deja vu Chronicles) is really a soul whispering in my ear from the other side. Did she need her story told? Am I the vessel she chose to record her tale, or am I just the one that heard her?
Anyone who has visited a cemetery, touched ancient monuments, or spent time in structures erected centuries ago will state something about the energy felt there. “It just felt creepy” or “I felt peaceful there,” etc. I’ve experience the same, myself.
One of my favorite places to visit is the Bonaventure Cemetery in Savannah, Georgia. This is a picture I took a few years ago. The streak is not from sunlight, glare, water, double-exposure, or anything else that skeptics want to assign to it. The streak is real, only visible on this photo, and was not present when I stood there to take the photo. It means something – a message from another place.
To me, cemeteries speak of history. Stories rest there – a treasure trove of stories waiting to be told (or maybe just wanting a place to rest). I can’t wait to go back to the Bonaventure Cemetery and discover more of what lies there.
Perhaps haunted houses and ghosts aren’t really malevolent, as Hollywood would have us believe. Perhaps these are portals for listening. I believe that spirits speak to us. I believe that energy residing from hundreds of years ago speak as well. The challenge is to listen.
As I travel back to the Caribbean, sometimes literally but mostly through my stories and the tales that Kathryn and Captain Phillips tell, I feel honored to share their experience. My heart is full as I realize that I was chosen to write down the events that took place in their lives more than 300 years ago. I know someone is talking to me, telling me what needs to be recorded, and who was there. My job is to listen.
I hope I am good at that, if nothing else.