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The LA Photographer.com
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| ..... I had always hated cemeteries. Then one day while in Augusta Georgia, I was driving around in my car I felt very depressed. I saw a 300 year old cemetery and decided to walk around and look at the graves. It was an autumn day, neither cold or warm, really a little cool, and there was a brisk wind blowing from the west. I laid down on the ground on my back, next to an old grave, and closed my eyes. It was alternating cold and warm as there were puffy white clouds in the sky, and as they moved across the sky, sometimes the sun would shine on my face and warm it, and then the sun would be blocked by the cloud, and there would be no sun, only the cool wind. As I lay there, I seemed warm inside, and content though, and the souls there in the cemetery came to me and told me it was OK, not to worry, not to be depressed, that everything would be fine. They called out to me and said I would be there among them soon, that I would be home then, and that I should not worry. It didn't scare me, it made me feel at peace inside, knowing where I could go for solace. For a time I could see myself and this beautiful old cemetary as others might have seen me that day... I gently floated above the cemetary in my mind, seeing myself laying on my back, as well as seeing the graves there standing as some had, for three centuries. |