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Catching Up

Well it was a busy but non-productive weekend, then yesterday was a busy and non-productive day so I didn't get to update in a few days.

Saturday Deb had a bridal shower and I went to Beardstown for produce and a case of oil and filter. I took the long slow way back and checked out the Messerer Cemetery near Pleasant View where my great grand uncle is supposed to be buried. This was the second time I've been there and it seems I always go during meteorological extremes. The first time was in the dead of Winter with a stiff wind blowing. Saturday it was 99 degrees with no breeze and 91% humidity. Once again, I came up empty handed. The lead that says he is buried there came from the fact that Francis Ann Boyd Kinsey, his mother lived near Pleasant View with her family after my great, great grandfather dissapeared and before she married Henry Swan in Beardstown. George Harrison Kinsey, my realtive was born in 1863 and died of polio in 1874. Francis married Henry Swan in 1872 so I'm willing to bet George's last name became Swan and he is buried in the Beardstown Cemetery near his mother since she died in 1876. Anyway, I spent until 5 pm out there looking and never found anything interesting. Well that's not true. I'm always interested in old headstones but I think I'll come back in the Fall when I can be interested and not have sweat dripping down into my eyes.

I got back to Rushville and a party had started at Robbie's pool since his wife had taken off with his daughter for a concert in St. Louis. That was exactly what everyone had needed. So I went home, got my shorts and came back to swim. We made a mess of the pool area but we had a good time. Later, Robbie was complaining to me about the ghosts in his guest house and wanted me to see if I could do anything about it. Fact is I can usually communicate with ghosts but they tend to scare me just like anyone else if I don't know they are there. If I do know then everything is fine. So I went over and sat down with the light out and opened myself to let them talk to me. I discovered 3 ghosts. A mother who'se face is somewhat hidden in shadows and who keeps to one corner and two daughters, one blonde and one brunette. There is another shadow figure of a man/ possibly the husband, who has broad shoulders, blue jeans, a flanel shit and suspenders and an old farm hat. He also carries a horse whip in his hand and I get the impression he used to use it on his wife at least if not the two girls. I'm not sure if he is actually there or if they are so scared of him that they project an emotional image of him there. In any event, he is the main source of the strife in that house.

I've seen two situations with most ghosts. 1) They are aware they are dead and completely aware of their surroundings in the present. 2) They are frozen in time and when someone from our time comes into their environment, they think that person is from their time period and they attempt to reach out to them.

I think the latter situation is happening at Robbie's guest house.I think they were abused and left alone for so long that they are reaching out to anyone who comes in that house for a little love and understanding. The problem is, the energy they put off when they reach out makes most living people uncomfortable and they react badly. So I talked to them for awhile and let them know that Robbie and his daughter just wanted to come over there for some peace and quiet at times and that if the ghosts were to try and conctact them, they should back down their emotional energy a bit. Robbie went over later that night and early the next day and the uncomforable energy had diminished quite a bit. I told him he was going to have to learn to give off the energy of love and caring when he was over there so it would give them something they needed in return and he said he'd try.

Sunday we went over and helped Robbie clean up then went home to relax since it was so hot. I got the trimmer fixed and did some trimming. I also got my oil and filter changed in the truck. Sunday evening we went fishing down at Doc's Dock. I pissed Robbie and Deb off by catching 7 - 4 lb largemouths while they caught only a few bluegill each. We saw a huge beaver making his rounds in the lake and Deb went to rinse her hands in the lake and lost not only the silver promise ring I gave her 6 years ago but also the 14 kt gold and white sapphire ring I gave her for our anniversary a few years back. She was pretty broken up about it and scared I'd be mad. I reminded her they are just things and can be replaced.

We cleaned fish and got back to Peoria late Sunday. Deb crashed and I stayed up for awhile watching DvD's. Monday Deb woke up with flu-like symptoms we are really hoping is not West Nile virus since it's been discovered in all the counties surrounding us. I doctored her last night and she stayed home again today. She is supposed to be calling the first care clinic to ask their advice. I'll find out more at lunch time I'm sure.

Oh well same shit different day,




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Aug. 6th, 2002 09:58 am (UTC)
oh yeah, talking to ghosts is just another day's work. lol
Aug. 6th, 2002 10:09 am (UTC)
I hate to say it's an ordinary occurence around here but it is. It's been the longest time since I've hada house that didn't have ghosts, I'm not sure I'd know how to act.


Aug. 13th, 2002 08:00 am (UTC)
sorry to hear of your loss
my thoughts are with you at this time of Transition
love and blessed be
Aug. 13th, 2002 08:35 am (UTC)
Thanks. I'm actually more happy than sad because he's much more free now than in his last years of sitting around and breathing with a machine. He wasn't able to enjoy much except visitis with family and even those times were strained by his limited mobility. The hard part now is just dealing with those of us left alive.

Thanks again,


Aug. 13th, 2002 08:38 am (UTC)
I can relate to that;
he is in the Summerland, now
blessed be
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