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THEY LIVE IN THEIR GRAVES - p1/1
EXCERPT FROM THE SHADOW BREAKERS

THEY LIVE IN THEIR GRAVES

Or so they told me, one night last week when I was enjoying that space of mind you get when you're half awake, half asleep. You know the feeling, right? You're lying in bed, drifting off to sleep. It's sometimes hard to understand how your mind can draw a blank like that, but when it does it's liable to be filled with images from places unknown, things unheard of, subjects only thought about in your off-time. Nothing important, nothing really significant. But yet, can you imagine the feelings you can have when your mind has gone blank like that?

I can and often do. I am a meditator from way back, a person capable of letting go all thoughts, all feelings and just BE-ing. And in that little space of time when one can just BE, in that little space of mind when nothing is there but light and dark, only fleeting ideas, concepts, feelings, images, in that little empty place in the head something can come in and communicate. And that's exactly what happened to me last week, right here in good ole Saint Aug, the world's littlest capital of ghosts and hauntings and things that go bump, thump, rap and tap in the night. Here's what happened. I was lying awake, nearly asleep, when I heard something outside of myself and wondered what it was. That's when the "something" came into me and answered me, "I am Gary."

"You are who?" I thought. And then I thought, "Why?" This Gary person/being had a coffee cup in his hand and he appeared to be sipping it. He had a fellow with him that I recognized as my father. I knew it was my Dad because of the way he wandered about aimlessly in that empty place in my mind. He seemed to be a little lost. When he finally saw me, he seemed very loving and caring and he recognized me as his daughter. I was my father's one, true love beside my mother, who was his wife for longer than I care to say. Well, 60 years, in fact. But they parted ways, or so it seemed, last year when she died of breast cancer and he sustained a heart attack 2-1/2 months later. Now, he was in that empty space in my mind, wandering around with a coffee cup in his hand, as he always used to do in life.

Gary said to me, "Hey, let's talk." My Dad walked nearer to me in my mind when I called out to him, telepathically, "Dad, come here!" He obeyed, bless his heart. He was always like that, sweet, loving, caring and careful to come when called. But now Gary, who was this? Who was Gary? But before I could ask, he came closer with his cup of coffee and wanted to walk with me. So we walked side by side in that infinite space and talked a bit. He told me, "You know, I live near here."

I asked him, "Really, where?"

He replied, "Just down the street there."

"Just down the street where?" I asked.

"Near here," he answered.

"Near here where?" I asked. Cat and mouse we played for a little while longer, then he dropped his bomb on me. "I live in my grave. I live in that cemetery over the hill, there."

"There aren't any hills here, Gary," I replied. He was silent. I asked him, "What are you referring to as a hill?"

"You know," he said, "that hill over there, on the other side of that street."

"Oh, my goodness! You don't mean that bridge, do you?"

"Yes, I suppose so," he answered. He was talking about the bridge at the Le Leche shrine that goes over the water and into the cemetery. He was saying he lives there, in the cemetery on the other side of the little bridge.

"Gary," I said, "That's not a hill, that's a bridge over water."

"Whatever," he answered and shrugged.

My mind drifted and I thought to myself, in the midst of this most unusual encounter and conversation with Gary and my Dad, "This is what comes from doing seances."

"Well, yes it is," Gary responded. He could hear my thoughts-within-thoughts in this infinitely small space of mind we were occupying for this interesting conversation. He could hear my reflections on his comments and expressions. "It is true," he said. "I can hear you thinking to yourself. And you're right - when you do seances, this is what comes from it. You get unexpected results, and I am one of your results." Oh, that's who he is. That's why he was in my mind. It started to make sense in a weird way.

I thought back to those "real" moments in "real" time when the seances were held. I began by going to the Le Leche Shrine and praying to the Blessed Virgin Mary. She could hear me, I knew it. She was there. She came to my seances and left the beautiful aroma of roses in the hallway after the blessed event. She came, she saw, she participated. But before the seances, we walked to her shrine. She told me on the way that a green rosary would be waiting for me in the little chapel, and sure enough, it was. While we were there, she pointed out to us her "garden of delights," as she called it. We call it a cemetery. She showed us the graves of her "good friends," the nuns. She walked us around the place and held our hands. We could feel her touching us. She was omnipresent at all times. She walked with us, she talked with us. She was there for us. And so, apparently, was Gary.

"What do you mean, you live in your grave?" I asked him.

"We live in our graves," he said. I thought to myself, I wonder what that's like? I forgot he could hear me thinking.

"It's warm and funky," he answered.

I bet, I thought to myself, and I asked him, "What do you mean funky?"

"Well, you know," he answered. "What grave wouldn't be funky to live in."

"Well, then, why do you do it?" I asked him.

"Because it's my home," he responded. Well, at least he doesn't have to pay some of these high rents here, I thought. "No," he said. "I don't pay rent," and he laughed and sipped his coffee. Look at that, I thought. You've got to be dead to get a good real estate deal here.

"But I used to have a mortgage," he continued. "It outlived me," he said and laughed. "I used to live here and work here and play here, just like everyone else. But now I don't work anymore or have a mortgage like people do. But I enjoy the climate still."

"You mean, the warm Florida climate is what makes your grave warm?" That's a novel idea, I thought.

"No," he said. "What makes my grave warm is me. What makes my grave funky is that it's a grave, but what makes it warm is my intention that it should be warm." Oh, now we're going deeper, literally and figuratively, I thought. I had some more questions for Gary, now that I had him on the line - or rather in my head.

"Do you mean that when we die we have options, and one of them is to live in our graves?"

"Yes," he responded, "That's one of the options."

"So," I continued, "When we die there's a system involved, a system of choices?"

"Yes," he replied, "There's definitely a route to take."

"A route? You mean, in a make-sense kind of way?"

"Certainly, it makes sense," he replied. "It always did and it still does. You have choices, one of them is where to live - here, above, down there, over there, behind there, whatever you like. You can go where you like to go, you can do what you want to do and you can live where you want to live. But when you opt to live here, in Saint Augustine, your choices are limited, aren't they, especially in the downtown area where housing is at a premium. You've got to live where you can, and fortunately for ghosts not everyone wants to live in a grave, so there are many vacancies."

Gary continued, "Of course, most ghosts want to live in the houses where they're accustomed to living as people. But that's just the problem. We're not still people, are we? So, in my opinion, we don't need to be in the houses where the people are. This is an on-going debate around here among us ghosts, whether to live in the houses or not. I say, let's live in the graves where we belong and not in the houses where the people are, although some people don't seem to mind having us, do they? But they don't really correspond to us and they often hurt us, so the best thing for the ghosts, in my opinion - and this is just my opinion - is to live in our last resting place. Or someone else's last resting place that they've vacated, spirit-wise. The bodies are still there but you can work around that, if you're motivated. You know, the coffins are nice, many of them quite plush - all soft and pleasant - and easy enough to heat. And cheap, too, in terms of not sustaining spiritual injuries by humans. So yes, we live in our graves, those of us who care about what it means to be ghosts and who have detached from the desire to be human again. Those of us who are truly balanced ghosts live in our graves. And that's a fact."

And out of my head he popped, leaving me thinking about those ghosts in the trees at the Tolomato Cemetary downtown. I secretly suspected they were living in those graves, but who dared to think a thing like that? I thought about the ghosts living in the ladies' restroom at the restaurant where I used to work. They enjoyed making the hostesses run screaming down the hallway. I used to go in there and just sit and wait, to see if any ghosts would try to chase me out. I guess they didn't want to bother me because they never did. Or maybe they knew I wasn't afraid, and so I also wasn't any fun, either.

I was sorry to see Gary leave. He seemed much more balanced than those gangster ghosts and those pirate ghosts that come to my seances. They were a bit violent, but they certainly proved to us they could move things around. The pirates pushed one of the ladies down, but didn't hurt her, and then later on they sailed their spirit-ship into the wall of my apartment, making the building shake and scaring me pretty good. But that's another story. Gary left and off to sleep I went, dreaming of life, dreaming of being spirit and of having a soft bed and hot coffee in the morning in my overpriced and definitely haunted cottage in downtown Saint Augustine.

In the morning I awoke and went to work on my computer building my web site, the joy of my life. I wondered if the grave has electrical outlets. To tell the truth, I don't know how I'll make it in the afterlife if there's no Internet. I can handle a funky grave as long as I'm online. I'll have to ask Gary about that the next time we meet. He heated that coffee somehow. Maybe he knows how to power up a computer, too. "Whenever I dream of life, I dream of being human," he told me just before he left. I wonder if that means he dreams of being real?

Claire Watson




Page 1 - A Ghost Tour | Light of Recognition
Page 2 - Deus Madre | Authentic Metaphor | Bury the Evidence
     Dagon-Jah the Potter
Page 3 - Reality Bytes | The Cut Ups
Page 4 - The Time is Coming | Non Deus Non Madre
     Gary Gravestone | Dagon-Jah's Creation
Page 5 - The Roommate | LoverGirl | The Two-Way Door
     Grace Courage | Gladys Kurtz | Jimmy Dobbs
     The Al Capone Syndrome
Page 6 - Outside Forces | Good and Evil - God 'N Devil
     The FoundDeads | The Stalker
Page 7 - The Dinner Date | Concealed Personas | Some New Girls
     
Ghost Real Estate | Dagon-Jah at Knossos
Page 8 - The Bucket | Stage Call | A Trip to St. Aug
     Elevated Consciousness | The Black Madonna
Page 9 - Planes of Reality
Page 10 - The Masterpiece of Dagon-Jah
Page 11 - The Praetorian Guards | MetaphorMan
     The Lurid Appeal | The Indian in the old Fort
     Deus Madre Redux | Something About Her
     Something About Him | The Bored Players
Page 12 - The Arc in the Covenant | The Man
Page 13 - The Artists Round | The Good, the Bad, and the Curious
     Sudden Death
Part 14 - Death and Remembrance | Ur Nammu, the Created God
Part 15 - Worlds Apart | You Don't Know What It's Like
     Spinning the Sword | A Destiny Foretold
     Invoking the Archangel
Part 16 - Some Go Forward and Some Go Back | Going Home
     Back Travel | The Miracle of Birth
     The Fire that does not Consume


MORE ABOUT ALLOGENEOUS BOOKS AND DIVINE MESSENGERS


Page 1 - How I Wrote This Book | The Root Doctor
Page 2 - A Spell is Cast | The Voodoo Priestess | Psychic Healing
Page 3 - Sudden Death | A Hole in the Wall | Crystal Woman
     Spirit Tunnel
Page 4 - The Seance | The Light
Page 5 - The Portal | Wings of Love | Bene Ha Elohim
     Lord Pacal and the Maya
Page 6 - Pacal's Bride | Wacah Chan | A Murder was Committed
     The Mysterious Woman | A Swarm of Sparks
Page 7 - The Vortex | Portal in the Cathedral | Guede Cosmo
     The Androgyny | The Philosopher's Stone
Page 8 - Sexual Alchemy | Tantra Yoga | Feng Shui
Page 9 - Keys in the Enochian Language | The River of Life
Page 10 - The Number Four | The Phaistos Disk
     The Star of David
Page 11 - Sacred Indian Ground | Spirit Possession
     Rules of Congaylia | The Heaven Plane
Page 12 - The Lovers | Ancash-Tica
Page 13 - Searchable Index | Bibliography


MORE ABOUT ARCHANGELS AND THE PLANES OF CREATION


Page 1 - A Ghost Tour | Light of Recognition
Page 2 - Deus Madre | Authentic Metaphor | Bury the Evidence
     Dagon-Jah the Potter
Page 3 - Reality Bytes | The Cut Ups
Page 4 - The Time is Coming | Non Deus Non Madre
     Gary Gravestone | Dagon-Jah's Creation
Page 5 - The Roommate | LoverGirl | The Two-Way Door
     Grace Courage | Gladys Kurtz | Jimmy Dobbs
     The Al Capone Syndrome
Page 6 - Outside Forces | Good and Evil - God 'N Devil
     The FoundDeads | The Stalker
Page 7 - The Dinner Date | Concealed Personas | Some New Girls
     
Ghost Real Estate | Dagon-Jah at Knossos
Page 8 - The Bucket | Stage Call | A Trip to St. Aug
     Elevated Consciousness | The Black Madonna
Page 9 - Planes of Reality
Page 10 - The Masterpiece of Dagon-Jah
Page 11 - The Praetorian Guards | MetaphorMan
     The Lurid Appeal | The Indian in the old Fort
     Deus Madre Redux | Something About Her
     Something About Him | The Bored Players
Page 12 - The Arc in the Covenant | The Man
Page 13 - The Artists Round | The Good, the Bad, and the Curious
     Sudden Death
Part 14 - Death and Remembrance | Ur Nammu, the Created God
Part 15 - Worlds Apart | You Don't Know What It's Like
     Spinning the Sword | A Destiny Foretold
     Invoking the Archangel
Part 16 - Some Go Forward and Some Go Back | Going Home
     Back Travel | The Miracle of Birth
     The Fire that does not Consume


MODERN ALLOGENEOUS ARTICLE WRITING BY THE AUTHOR


Page 1 - The Voice Within | The Goddess Awakens
     Is Life a System? | The Multidimensional Self
     Public Citizen, Private Property
Page 2 - Roman Ascension Groups
     ;Bar Mitzvah Praetorius | Letters About Jesus
     New Parables | The World and How to Fix It
     Princess Ganatha Ganesha | The Orion Transmissions
     The Genetic Disk | The World's Teacher
Page 3 - Measure Your Head | OK, Do It Your Way
     Flock of Angels | Archangel Belleron | Archangel Metatron
     Merging With Spirit | Martin Luther King
     Archangel Bernadette
Page 4 - Reflections | God's Holy Legions | Merkaba Building
     Archangel Raphael | Archangel Metatron | Solon Centurion


MORE ABOUT PLANETARY ULTRATERRESTRIALS



Page 1 - The Tao of Atlantis | Channeling | River of Life | Spiders
     Paradise | Dream Classes
Page 2 - The Interview | The Location of Atlantis | The Moonlight
     The Earth Plane | Telepathy
Page 3 - Journey to the Center of the Earthling | Halls of Amenti
     Atlantis Reunion 2 | Everything is a Fall



DISK OF THE WORLD
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PHAISTOS DISK
PUZZLE SOLUTION
Phaistos Disk
My tracing of the Phaistos Disk, colorized

PHAISTOS DISK
SIDES 1 AND 2
1600 BCE, Crete
Phaistos Disk
Phaistos Disk My exact tracing
of the Phaistos Disk
with pictographs color coded
Phaistos Disk
Phaistos Disk
Overlap the two sides at the matching line segments
Phaistos Disk
My exact tracing
of the Phaistos Disk, pictographs removed
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My exact tracing
of the Phaistos Disk with pictographs
Phaistos Disk
Phaistos Disk
PHAISTOS DISK
PUZZLE SOLUTION
MINOAN WAVE SPIRAL
AND FIGURE 8 SHIELD

The artist(s) of the disk puzzle populated the spirals with pictographs as place holders for the hidden large pictographs (patterns), revealed when the matching pictographs are connected with lines, as in connecting points with lines in geometry and stars with lines in astronomy to produce constellations.

Phaistos Disk, Constellation Argo
Phaistos Disk, Pentagram, Heptagram
Phaistos Disk, Geometry
Phaistos Disk, Interior Great Pyramid
Phaistos Disk, Sacred Cave
Phaistos Disk, Right Triangle
Phaistos Disk, Great Pyramid Geometry
Phaistos Disk, Great Pyramid Geometry
Phaistos Disk, Cone
Phaistos Disk, Inverted Pyramid
Phaistos Disk, Inverted Pyramid
Phaistos Disk, Octahedron

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SITEMAP

ATLANTIS

ATOM SMASHING

BRIDGING THE WORLDS

CHAKRA HEALING SYSTEM

COLLAGE ART

CRETE PHOTOS

FANTASY INTERVIEW WITH SIR ARTHUR EVANS

GNOSTICISM

HEAVENLY PARTNERS

INNER CALL

INTERSTELLAR FLIGHT PORTALS

ISIS INITIATION

JR AND JB

LIGHT KEYS

LIMITLESS LIGHT

LOVE AND HONOUR

LUNAR ASCENSION

MINOAN WORLD

NAME OF THE FISHGOD

PHAISTOS DISK

PLANEISM

RITUAL OF THE PORTAL

SEANCES OF ST. AUGUSTINE

SHADOW BREAKERS

SHROUD OF TURIN

STARLIGHT CHRONICLES

TWO PRINCESSES

U.T. AND THE SECRET SCIENCE

VIRGIN MARY

WEATHER MAGIC

WORLD SOUL


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