Standing in a cemetery at night

free2beme

The silent blackness of a summer night. Standing with only the stars as your lights. Looking over the land and seeing only tombstone to mark your path. In a cemetery and all alone, do your feel spooked or feel at ease in your minds ability to reason that they ended in existence in their life. A chemical reaction of the brain that was their life and not some spiritual connection that may be with you in the evening life. I wonder if the way we feel about such a moment, would be as strong if we actually stood alone in a cemetary on a dark summer night. No moon to make things brighter, no flashlight or street lamp to give us hope that we are in the moment and yet see a path to lead us home. A sound in the distance, a snap of a twig. Is it the wind? or is it something else? A bark of a dog in the distance, protecting their masters home that echoes back to your trembling ears. You shift your foot as you feel the softness and moist ground below and wonder if something else felt your weight pushed down all the more. A whisper, or a voice, what is that sound in the distance that seems to be coming closer. What are these images in my mind that seem to be coming more real. The mind playing tricks, or logic causing confusion. Perhaps alone we are not, in a cemetary on a summer night. Perhaps we are never a lone at all, perhaps we are still with those we loved and who loved us in life and perhaps more. You never know, until perhaps the moment comes that you are standing in some cemetery one future day and looking up at those who say, "can you here me down there? Can you feel my pain?" Perhaps then, it will just be too late. Yet here we stand, alone in a cemetery, perhaps, on a dark summer night.

nvrgnbk

I stand in the cemetery just yards from my home, at all hours of the day and night.

It reminds me that everyone I know will one day be dead.

Gill

They're all off on their next great adventure!!

Death only hurts those left behind!

But does anyone REALLY die? That's the question that we all eventually get the answer to! It may not be the answer we expect.

I used to have the Sadduceic view that the dead are DEAD! Now at least I am of the view that anything, absolutely anything is possible!

Looking at a cemetery is just the marker of past lives lived. But where are they now? What are they doing?

I no longer believe the Watchtower take on ANYTHING because if they are right then there really is no point in anything and I don't believe that for one minute.

LongHairGal

Free2beme:

While I don't pretend to know the answer about life after death, I have stood over a grave more than once in my life. I think the only thing I felt were the emotions in my own head.

LHG

Bumble Bee

Where I used to live, there was an old cemetary down the road. In the middle, under a huge maple tree was a bench. I used to go there at night, in the summer and sit there, taking it all in. There never was any fear, only peace.

BB

ex-nj-jw

When I was around 12, my best friend and I made a deal that if one died before the other we promised to come back at least once to let the other know if it was scary or not. Of course we are all grown up now and still best friends, but wouldn't it be nice if someone you knew came back to let you know that it's ok? or not?

Her family was 7th day adventist just as fanatical as my JW, but she is the one who I went to live with when I turned 18 and my parents tried that shunning crap on me! her parents were great, a little crazy but I was used to crazy.

Ok sorry I hijacked the tread, I've done that twice this week already! Anyway if one of you guys go please come back and tell me what it's all about

nj