Nobody Knows the Hauntings I’ve Seen

The Haunting at the Catholic Cemetery  

Among the many stories I have from my work as a psychic medium, one of the more powerful happened when I ‘accidently’ connected with hundreds of souls trapped in a vision of burning in Hell, who were interred in a Catholic cemetery in Derby, CT.
As I have mentioned in previous stories in this book, what we experience when we die is informed by what we believe when we leave the body, especially if there is fear-based emotion involved. This is not set in stone, as many people who judged themselves as being bad are greeted with loving Beings at their death and go directly into Light. However, there are many who have been taught about an ‘angry’ God, who never resolved their fear-based beliefs before death and therefore had to resolve them after they died, before they could go on to the next level. I also recognize that these particular souls have agreed to ‘karmic contracts’ to undergo this experience for soul evolution and growth – “whatever happens has to happen”, as my Master Teacher Sathya Sai Baba says – so it really is all for our good.
About a decade ago I was looking for an apartment with my then partner, that would be large enough to fit our various children. We were touring one such place in Derby, CT that seemed perfect. It had four bedrooms, a laundry room complete with washer and dryer, a fully applianced kitchen and two full bathrooms – an absolute must for the four children and two adults who’d be living there. It had obviously been decorated in the late 60’s given the predominance of avocado, burnt orange and brown, but it was clean and in good shape. Given all that, I couldn’t understand why the longer I stayed, the sicker I felt.
At the time I wasn’t quite as versed in dealing with darker energies as I am now.
At one point we were looking at a back bedroom when I happened to glance out of the window to check out the backyard.
There, in the back of the building, was the reason for my discomfort. A very large cemetery directly abutted the property, to the point where a few of the headstones had fallen over into the backyard. It was delightfully gothic, what with the sculptures and the gray tombstones, while the overcast grayness of the day added to the atmosphere. Had I been a horror writer, I could not have asked for a better setting for murder, mayhem and melancholy. A very large angel-with-a flaming-sword statue was visible from where I stood and looked to be next to a small chapel, as are present in most large graveyards. The real estate agent mumbled something about it being “St. Something-or-other’s Catholic cemetery” and herded us out of the room.
By this time, I was dealing with the Unseen on a regular basis in my line of work, and ordinarily graveyards don’t bother me – as a child I was fascinated by them and I spent a great deal of time in the old churchyards in the center of West Haven, CT, where I grew up. There are even a few revolutionary war heroes buried in one. However, the more I had stood and looked at the graves, the worse I felt physically, until I had to excuse myself and step out of the house to get some fresh air before I vomited all over the shag carpeting. My partner had no problem with the graveyard – his issue was with the rusted out cars in the yard that appeared to belong to one of the other tenants. He was concerned for our childrens’ safety – a perfectly legitimate worry, all things considered.
We thanked the real estate agent and left, and the long ride back, coupled with the open windows and fresh air helped me regain my equilibrium.
That should have been the end of the story, except it wasn’t. A whole host of ghostly characters followed me home from that cemetery and without so much as a ‘by your leave’ entered into my dreams that night.
The dream in and of itself was horrific in its technicolor brilliance – hundreds of souls burning in the bright red and orange fires of hell, while little black demons tormented them emotionally with taunts, and physically with the lash. Larger cloven-hooved devils applied even worse tortures to other suffering souls. Saint John of Patmos could not have created a more frightening vision of hell.
In the midst of all of this, I was merely an observer – a horrified and uncomfortable observer, but an observer just the same. I knew that what I was seeing was an illusion – a creation of the collective mind of the souls who were trapped within the horror of their belief system.
A quick word about graveyards, funeral parlors and other places where death is fully present in all its glory: If the area is not cleared and sealed on a regular basis, then the humans who come into these places with fear-based thoughts, as well as the energy of grief and anger (anger with the person who passed, or even with God Itself, is a completely normal response under these circumstances) can pull the vibration of the energy down, inviting in lower vibrational entities and thought forms which then continue to feed off of the misery that is engendered in humans by the death of a loved one. Once these entities are powerful enough, they can lead the souls of the newly departed astray before the Light has a chance to claim them. (Please remember this is all an illusory drama and if a soul chooses (because it is fully in control of Its own destiny) to remain outside of the Light, it is for a reason that was already predetermined before It was born into a human body.) Even if a cemetery was consecrated at its inception, that blessing literally gets worn down by the hundreds, if not thousands of lower vibrational energies that are brought to it with each new funeral. Many of my students and clients are surprised when they discover (or I relate to them in story form) that demonic energy can exist in a consecrated graveyard or even within the church itself. If you have a priest or minister who is preaching hellfire and damnation to their congregation, they are engendering fear thoughts in a group of people, which makes it that much more powerful. When Christ said, “where two or more of you gather, there I am also”, he meant that if two or more people focus on a particular energy, that energy is present even more strongly than if just one person was invoking it. This is a form of powerful mysticism and it works with any energy, which is why mobs are so dangerous – fear and anger energy builds, a scapegoat is chosen and bad things happen that average people ordinarily would never do. Think of the mob that nailed Jesus (the mother of all scapegoats) to the cross. I always make it clear to my students that they need to clear and seal themselves and their space regularly, just as you would shower or vacuum your home regularly. I call it ‘having good energetic hygiene’. Unfortunately, since Copernicus and the Age of Reason, magick and mystery have all but disappeared from our day-to-day lives. A pity, given that the Unseen exists whether you believe in it or not.
The souls within my nighttime vision had been trapped by a demonic presence that was ruling the cemetery. Those that were destined to escape this vision of hell went into the Light well before they were faced with this; however, these hundreds of souls were caught in their own fears. I knew I was being shown this storyboard for a reason, but I had no idea what to do. Suddenly to my right, a light started growing and taking shape. It quickly became apparent that Mother Mary, the Blessed Mother of Jesus had joined me. The cool blue and white glow around her turquoise colored robes was an incredibly beautiful contrast to the red orange flames that burned around her. She looked at me and began to say the ‘Hail Mary’, using a beautifully carved rosary. I immediately joined her and I had barely gotten to the second round when I awoke from sleep chanting the words to the prayer I’d known since toddlerhood. “Hail Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with Thee. Blessed art Thou amongst women, and Blessed is the Fruit of thy Womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death, Amen.” My partner looked at me strangely, but made no comment, luckily for me because I had no words other than this chant to Mother Mary in my head.
It didn’t feel complete to me, so I called a dear friend who was a few levels up on the ‘Spiritual Richter Scale’ to help me decipher what had happened and what, if anything, needed to be done. She felt that a shared meditation was in order to discover the meaning of this vision and so we chanted our way into an altered state and saw that Mother Mary was requesting that I lead these souls out of hell and into Light. My friend was to act as the anchor to help keep part of me grounded in third dimensional reality while I was the one descending into this illusion of hell to be the bringer of Mother Mary’s message of forgiveness and freedom to the suffering souls there. It actually went more quickly than I expected, probably because of the work that the Blessed Mother had already done through me during my nighttime vision. Between the two of us, Mary and I opened a huge portal of Light and invited all souls to go through it – even the lower vibrational entities that were present (no one is excluded from God’s loving redemption). While my friend and I continued to chant the Hail Mary, every being present went through the portal with very little resistance. The ‘hell’ that had been created through the thought-energy of the humans simply faded away into dust and I came out of the meditation weeping with joy at the Divine Love and Compassion that made this healing for hundreds of souls – both human and inhuman – possible and effortless.
Please understand that although it was the God-form of Mother Mary who appeared, any form of ‘God’ would have worked as well. Divine Mother was there because a) it was a Catholic cemetery and therefore the icons of Catholicism were needed for the souls to recognize and trust, and b) I was raised a Catholic and use that foundation when I am working with people raised in the Catholic tradition — you need a common spiritual language that people recognize and with which they resonate. This is why I ultimately became an interfaith minister — I needed to have several different religious languages in my tool bag to help people from various traditions understand what the Divine wishes for them to know.
After this situation I became very clear that salvation is for all of Creation, not just a select few, and that even inhuman entities were being called home to the Light to remember ‘Who They Are’.