Ghosts At The New Year

Perhaps 30 years ago, I was in the mountains of southeastern New Mexico. It was cold and snowy that first day of the new year and I was traveling with Tim and Cara Collier. We visited a neglected cemetery, long abandoned, in which were buried German POWs from World War Two who had died at a nearby prison. Their graves were marked and unattended, dozens and dozens of them. I recall being unhappy because I was under-dressed and confused finding German POWs buried in New Mexico.

Then I noticed that the cemetery was full of ghosts.

 The ghosts are the souls of the men who had died a traumatic death. For an hour or more I lingered, visiting with these confused souls as I shivered in the cold mountain air. It was my task to explain that it was time for each soul to go on. There was no need to continue, confused and wandering at the cemetery

 I gently nudged each soul into what I experienced as a white light and witnessed each soul as it was absorbed within the light. I simply waited until all of the souls had been absorbed and then I left the cemetery with the Colliers.

It's that time of year for me to visit another abandoned cemetery.In the last ten years I have made these visits with another of the Colliers, JR Collier, but he died recently so I may be going alone this year.