Cemetary Excursion

After a few months of a certain 'urge' to climb a certain set of steep stairs in the cemetary; I have done so. There is a cemetary that I grew up knowing was there. It's a substantial cemetary that is directly next to a second cemetary. From the road you can see the mausoleum and a graceful statue of an angel. The angel is near to the entrance. I think that's it's job is to protect the souls of dead. Not far from this angel, there is a partially obscured set of stairs. They are made of granite blocks and are set into the hillside. I felt the need to climb them. Literally. There was this pull with in me to do so. When I get these urges, I had best heed them. Sometimes I don't heed them and then it comes a point where something in the universe says to me "Told you so." I listened this time; and I climbed the stairs. At times I was almost literally face down on the ground climbing. The stairs were infinitely steep. I had thought to myself that this would be a fine place to die, as they'd only need to bury me where they found me. I'm hopelessly out of shape- an embarassment to the Heathen community lol.

Eventually I reached the top of the stairs. After regaining my air, I started to look around. The first place I looked I saw my family name. It turned out that the more I looked there, the more relatives I found of mine. Are the disir trying to tell me something? I'm unsure. I didn't really have as much time up there as I wanted. I only had a half hour. I moved past the stones of my family and looked around. It was perfect weather for staring at graves; which is to say it was raining. As I proceeded, I opened myself up psychically to the things that I could discover. Oddly enough, I had no takers. This is a first for me. So, I began to reach out and 'feel' the things around me. I felt a gentle pull in one direction and weaved around numerous large markers to get there. Suddenly I feel overwhelming sadness and the great need to sob. Literally I was sobbing in a cemetary. I figured if anyone came by, it certainly wouldn't look out of place and people wouldn't likely call the cops on me. Imagine explaining that one to the police "I felt the urge to come here and sob. I'm not really crazy..." I let that part of me open to it, while maintaining my sense of self. I felt the need to move forward again. Not ten feet from me was the grave of a woman who had died just last month. She was 51. I stared at her stone and let the tears flow freely. I told her that I was sorry. My tears subsided and I moved away from her. Shortly afterward, I began to hear them. They were forever walking behind me. I began to feel a sense of presense. This was very exciting for me. It became clear to me that others seemed to want to be recognized. These leads me to the thought... A psychic acts as a beacon to things that are not of this plane and to the souls. Souls do not seem so responsive to merely acts of opening one's self to them. It seems as though they are attracted by strong and heartfelt emotions. I genuinely felt grief. It occurs to me that genuine joy could also be an attractive thing. It seems to me that it's all about recognition. They are recognizing more heavily the things they felt when they were in a shell. It's an electrical impulse, but it varies from just your standard psychic centers opening. This leads me to the conclusion that I really want to explore this more.