We went to the Mount Pisgah Cemetery first. We turned Lulu loose to run and then mom and I started walking the cemetery. We never walk together. She takes one side and I take the other. We were mid way when I heard mom say my name. This was unusual because she usually yells when she locates a grave of interest. I called back “did you find her?” No answer.
I looked over at her and she was standing looking at her camera, and she didn’t look right. When I walked closer to her I noticed she was pale, her hands were shaking, and I seriously thought she was ill. She said “I saw a man in my camera. He was wearing a white starched collar, he had a mustache, it was like I seeing an old photograph.”
With mom’s camera she uses the viewer to take her pictures. She was standing before a stone, she put her camera in position to take a picture, and he appeared. I asked her if she took the picture and she said she was so startled to see him that she didn’t press the button to take the picture.
Mom is a serious person. Nothing really startles her and in fact I never saw her act this way and I have no reason not to believe her. I took several photographs on the stones she was standing in front of hoping I could locate a pictures of the individuals that were buried there, which I was unable to do.
We went ahead and finished walking the cemetery. We located Pearl’s grave and then we drove to the brothel. Okay we hit the casino before the brothel, ah but that is neither here nor there.
Tonight I downloaded mom’s pictures on my computer and found nothing unusual. I downloaded my pictures and that is when mom and I stared at one picture in particular. I was doing what I called an overview shot of the Elks section of the cemetery. I was using the right lens, the right filter, the right everything. In the picture you can see a wisp of what looks like smoke. There is no reason for it to be there.
I have encountered a couple of strange situations in a cemetery but nothing quite like this.
6 comments:
uh,...look at it again, Hon...the direction of the shadows...and the sun...what you have is just a reflection on your lems...it is even on "this side" of the chain link fence.
And NO, I am not a "doubter" in what your Mom saw,...been there, done that...especially when around "old Battlegrounds"...
I'm very surprised that you haven't "run across" lose "spirits" before in your travels...especially with your interest in graveyards.
Point of interest:...if you go over to where the Battle of Little Big Horn occured...and walk the field late at night...you will truly become a "believer" in "spirits".
I love stories like this. I absolutely believe in spirits, in the probability that they communicate with us. I'm sure if I were in your mom's shoes, I would have been completely dumbfounded! What an experience!
BTW, I just reread your last sentence, and I wonder if your frequent visits to cemeteries might be raising your sensitivity to spirits. I happen to believe that graves are not necessarily the place where spirits hang out; those spirits were already freed before the remains are placed there. Places like battlefields are often filled with spirits, as Michael mentions. However, opening our senses through such things as your visits might be making you a better target for such encounters. The spirit your mom saw might have been someone whose gravestone wasn't anywhere near that particular cemetery; you were there, and so was he at that moment.
hmm sounds like you better be watching out for your potato chips.
Is that the same Cripple Creek Neil Young did the song about?
Eight days without power...
God how I love electricity.
We're alive, I'm back and Micah is good.
More later, but we just got power back and I've been putting things back together since.
Okay, I'm a believer. This, combined with the phone video that Shellie has of the transparent film that passed behind McKenna, remember? Mom, I just wish that you could have snapped a picture. Lynilu's comment about Mom's whiskered, white starched collared gentleman being a spirit separate from the actual place he was sighted makes me feel better about the apparition Shellie has on her cell phone. They were just passing through sort of thing.......... and Mom, you just happened to be there at the right time. Shellie's phone video is just a pictorial of a spirit that was passing through - their house is not haunted - except for the misplaced toys...........OK, gotta explain those. All very interesting stuff. Hannah, if you're reading this - Shellie is a believer, now.
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