Hanging Out With Dead People

[kiya]

I really needed that ritual. It was quiet and low-key. But I needed to address my akhu, and it was good. I still need to talk to Father Bill, but I'm not sure how quite to go about that. I addressed him and my other grandparents, including the one I never met and the ones I adopted when I was a child. (I told him that the Red Sox won the World Series. I don't know if they get the sports news in the Duat.)

I may write some more about him later. (All in all, a good time of year to talk to dead Catholics.) I may have to be insistent about visiting him and Grandy Jay in Arlington when teinedreugan and I are in the DC area come winter solstice holiday season.

Still need an akhu shrine. Should go antiquing in Harvard at some point to make progress on this point. But I'm not being nudged half to death by the needs of my dead right now, not anymore; I've listened, and I've talked with them. (Getting a proper akhu shrine seems to be much, much higher on my priorities than getting a proper naos.)


In other random observations, I just observed a feline cage match. In the tub. Two cats enter! One cat leaves! It was very silly.

It's getting along towards Novemberish. I should decide whether or not I'm doing the none-o again.

Must talk to ibnfirnas about dead people in general.

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[the-real-diana.livejournal.com]

I remember taking my grandma to St. John's Cemetery in Queens to visit my grandpa on All Saints' Day (Nov. 1) (my grandpa's birthday, like Aga's, is November 2nd). The feeling I got being in that cemetery was totally- wow. I'm sorry I just don't have the words- all the saints were out in thier best attire. When we were driving up the hill towards where my grandpa was, there was this German Shepard who was sitting in front of this large mausoleum, looking like he was at attention, but not in an aggressive way, more like a benevolent protector way.

Because the cemetery ran out of space, they constructed this large mausoleum building to use the space more efficiently. This is actually a very beautiful building, there are stained glass windows everywhere and fountains on every floor. The air is cold, but not in an oppressive way, more like a refreshing way. It really is peaceful. So we got up to the top of hill where the building is, and the minute I got out of the car and helped my grandma out, I felt this, kind of warm comforting feeling. When we entered the building, there was the traditional crowd of old Italian ladies in black lace (my grandma had also worn this uniform), who were praying, some were crying, some were comforting, but they were visiting all the people who were resting there. My grandma was not a "joiner" so we just went up to visit my grandfather.

Although I could have stayed there all day, just sitting on the bench in front of where my grandfather was, my grandma wanted to move on, so we left.

I wish I was more in tune with this type of communication, maybe I would have gotten more out of my experiences. Although I can't say for sure, but if I go to sleep and ask a question of whoever I want to contact, I do have a dream that gives me an answer- just not always what I want to hear. But isn't that the truth of most people in your life that care about you? :)