(Other people in the blog post are to remain unidentified)
Three friends and I had spent the day on the Greek island, Hydra, enjoying conversations about healing, energy, non-physicals, and the current economic and political crisis in Greece. As we ate dinner in the later evening hours, our conversations continued as we enjoyed the view of the Mediterranean sea and the sky full of stars.
The person sitting next to me said, “I know where there’s a cemetery here. We should go see it.”
“See a cemetery after midnight? I haven’t done that.”
After some contemplation and planning, my, now, Adventure Partner and I gathered a flashlight and water and headed out toward the cemetery after midnight, while still benefiting from the partial full moon.
We walked and walked, much of it uphill. Feeling thankful I had sprayed myself with organic insect repellent, I could focus on walking in the near dark without tripping instead of batting at mosquitoes. We chatted about what we might experience and I mentioned that it’s typically not a major ‘bang on the head’ type of experience. Rather it’s an experience you enjoy and then later reflect on as, ‘Wow! That was interesting!’
I wasn’t expecting to be spooked, but I did feel there would be non-physicals there. Having said that, there’s no way I would have gone by myself in the dark, even if I did know the way.
Sometimes we (or I) think that non-physicals who are at a cemetery are the ones buried there, but that wasn’t what we found-or at least not just what we found.
“We’re coming up to it. Greek cemeteries are different from American ones. Greek ones have a picture of the deceased and there is a box on top of the ground,” My Adventure Partner said.
Looking up over a hill I could see part of the cemetery…it did give off a vibe of some activity.
Slowly we walked through the gate and toward the grave plots.
“What are you doing here?! Leave!” a male said.
I repeated what I was seeing and hearing to my Partner.
“There,” I said while pointing, “a woman is grieving over a grave. She’s saying her husband is buried there.”
We walked over to the plot and looked at the picture and read the person’s name.
“This was a woman, not a man, and she died not too long ago. The deceased woman seemed from an older time. Do you think there are older bones underneath newer bones? This is a small cemetery with a lot of history and dead people.”
My Partner didn’t know for sure if there were older bones underneath that didn’t get transferred, but in my mind that seemed like a strong possibility.
One of the plots we came to did not have a picture. It seemed to be the only one without a picture.
Given the number of plots, there were only a handful of non-physicals present or making their presence known to us.
We walked around looking at various plots, the date of death and I noticed that there were many that seemed rather recent-within the last five years. So…where were the older ones? There were some, but not many that we saw.
I saw a spider run quickly across one plot, underneath the moon light. It was a very large spider and I jumped back, mentioning its presence to my Partner.
“You mean like this one?”
My Partner shined the flashlight on another one that was running quickly away.
(not a picture of the actual spider, but one similar I saw the day before)
Walking around some more, I sensed something different.
“Hmmm…there’s a child here. He doesn’t seem to belong here. He’s standing by the tree and he seems scared.”
The child communicated that he was not in control of where he was or what he was doing. He wasn’t there long and we moved on.
“You don’t belong here!” another male said. I ignored him, like the previous one.
“Follow me,” a different male said.
“He said follow him,” I repeated and we took the same path in between the plots.
He was an older man and sat on a grave. He said it was his wife’s grave. He did not seem to be mourning, he seemed to be smiling. Maybe it gave him some peace somehow. He had a gentle energy to him.
After a few more minutes, we headed back. But we didn’t head back alone. Later, three young men made their presence known and almost all night I heard energy running back and forth, back and forth.
Our other two friends eagerly waited to hear what we saw and experienced.
The next night at dinner, we took some pictures of each other. My Adventure Partner and I had energy floating in front of us, but not our other two friends.
Who was it? What was it? Maybe we’ll learn that later…