Recently on a job (surveying land out in rural Arkansas... way rural) we were looking for a section corner on a very, very, very lonely dirt road on
the side of a very steep mountain. (if you call the drainage ditch known as the ozarks mountains)
Anyhow, we stopped at a cemetary to consult our topo map. I took one look at the place and decided that is where I will be buried.
It is a small patch of Earth amidst a vast and amazing forest. Wonderfully green grass adorns the, I'd say, 200X50' patch of ground... During the
day, everything around the cemetary is shrouded in shadow except for this one patch of ground.
Chainlink fence, headstones, grass and a single willow tree in the middle of the cemetary.
I'm telling you, this cemetary was magical.
I took the time to read every single headstone in the graveyard and felt 1,000x better after doing so. Not that I was feeling bad beforehand, but I
felt WONDERFUL afterwards.
No raising of the dead, just wondering why two twins died within a week of eachother while they were less than one month old back in 1812.
I figure that they didn't have any medical care and were born slightly premature.
So I said a prayer for the hardship that the family faced in dealing with such a tragedy and hoped that the souls of the twins had better luck their
next go around.
Jeeze, what a wonderful place to be laid to rest.
I will be buried there.
I love graveyards, but not for the ghosts.
Edit to finish my darned point - I feel that if you would take the time to be respectful in a graveyard, you will feel better than if you actually are
able to raise a spirit.
If I could do so tomorrow, I would go back to the cemetary and meditate under the willow all day.
I'm sure that if I were to do that, you guys wouldn't see any out of line posts come from me for awhile.
[edit on 2-10-2009 by JayinAR]