Cemetaries, What have you noticed/experienced? Options

A friend and I like to hang out at cemetaries to feel the various energies and what not.

Well, we ran across this really old one, actually it was 2 cemetaries seperated only by about a 10 foot wide strip of grass.

One of them was a Catholic Cemetary, and the other was a Methodist Cemetary. Each one had a seperate gate, though you could walk from one to another inside the cemetary.

Anyhow, we entered on the Catholic side, I didnt notice anything odd. Then, I shifted consciousness a bit and blamo. The posts that mark the entrance gate had guardians. I was flabbergasted. I couldn't actually see them, but I could see the energies radiating from the cement blocks upon which they sat. I'd never seen anything like that at a cemetary before. We decided to see just what they were about so we walked across the barrier from cemetary to street. Once in the center I stopped. I wanted them to know that I knew they were there, I wanted to acknowledge their presence.

For someone that didn't have my shielding abilities, I might have been a bit worried as the affects from doing so could have been very traumatic for some. It was as if they were trying to attack the shield I have up at all times. There was a distinct pressure not only on my head, but also on my chest as if being crushed.

It's a good thing I shield naturally and always have , because if this would have continued without me knowing what was going on, the consequences could have been dire the way things were going. I seldom have to strengthen my shield, well this was one time in which I had to do so. As soon as I did the pressure let up but did not halt.

We decided to try the other gate on the Methodist side of the cemetary. Nothing. It was totally dead. We walked back to the Catholic side and they little buggers tried again...

We decided to leave, after getting into a discussion about the many cemetaries that we'd been to and seen and felt nothing of the sort before. So we headed off to the car and a sense of being followed as well as the feeling of pressure continued. It lasted for 5 minutes while we were driving away and we commented on it to eachother. Then it was simply gone. No lessening, just gone.

Needless to say it was the oddest cemetary experience that I've had in the numerous years that I've been hanging out at cemetaries. I usually go to relax and think, as well as observe. Usually, there are much different energies associated with some of the specific residents at some cemetaries. Ive never noticed guardians before. This was an entirely new experience for me and my cemetary dwelling habits.

One thing I should say is that we didn't bother trying to actually communicate with them. We just let them do their thing, as we did ours.

Have any of you noticed things like this before? Are they there from the consecration of the cemetary as guardians? Or did they just choose to be there and guard it? I suppose it could have been a combination of both. What are some of your cemetary experiences?

*****Edited to correct spelling & punctuation errors (if there are any left, SUFFER)*****

This post has been edited by Babalon_Reborn: May 9 2005, 06:08 PM

Greetings All, Actually thats pretty cool I came across this once before. When I conjure the dead I use cemetary dirt. Its alive with so much energy that it helps to make a strong connection to the other side. A friend when I was living in NC took me too a cemetary. I was amazed when I stepped out of the car. There where guardians, so strong and serious the Black Iron Fences themselves glowed Blue. Before simply walking in I said hello and asked for permission. I let them know I meant no harm that what I took would be used to help someone, and when I was done it would be returned to them.

I walked in after being granted permission, by the way this was a Muslim cemetary I believe none of the head stones where written in english each plot glowed with power, not threatening or creepy just like a pure relaxing flow. I let myself be led to a plot where I ask first before taking the dirt. If given permission I take it, if they refuse you will feel a sense of not pressure but the way you feel around people when you know your not wanted there. Anyway I took it and on my way out to show that my respect had been appreciated a huge black bird only I could see flew over my head a disappeared. I smiled as I went back through the fences to join my friends. It was an awesome experience. From that day forth I kept what was left of the dirt on my alter, and then when I had to move returned it as I had promised. Cemetaries can be truly wonderful places. I call them tween places because they store so much power, and they literally are a cross over point. Here another little tip about graves. The spirit is long gone of course, but the imprint of that sprirt during that lifetime has been left upon that flesh. So each graved is charged with the run off of who that person was, and what they did while alive.

Through the use of psycometrey each one will give you a nice story about the people in life that where buried there. Anyway just thought I'd share... (IMG:style_emoticons/default/wizard.gif)