Yesterday, I went for a walk after a call I had because I was starting to feel overwhelmed with so many thoughts coming into my life. Financial worries, seemingly mental lack of “stability” with my finances, not feeling fully independent anymore, worrying about the future, if I was on the right path, making the right decisions, going to fail, etc. It was a whole spiral.

I did some breathwork on my walk and was seemingly guided to the cemetery in town. As I stepped in, I felt immediately transported to another world.

The cemetery for me is a place I feel oddly peaceful and comfortable in now. I used to be “sketched out” by feeling surrounded by many dead bodies, but that has all changed in the years since my mom passed on.

As a medium who now connects with angels, spiritual beings, and loved ones who have Crossed Over on a daily basis, the cemetery is a place I have profound respect and reverence for.

As I walk around, I often find myself contemplating the deep meaning of life in many ways.

I consciously take in the gravestones of all the lives that came before me. Names, dates, messages, and more. I see those who lived through the Great Depression for over 90 years, to children who passed just a couple weeks after their birth.

The cemetery reminds me of the impermanence of life.

It puts my problems and life into perspective. Shows me how important health is, how the time we have here is not just finite, but moves so quickly – faster than we know.

It reminds me that we all have a number, never sure when it’s going to be called.

Seeing the gravestones with husband and wife together reminds me of the intimacy of love and connection, and the importance it plays in our life.

It makes me wonder about how these souls in these temporary bodily vessels viewed their philosophy of life. If they had any regrets, any messages or teachings for me, to share and grow through, to assist me in my life journey.

It makes me wonder how they felt about what they left behind and where their souls have evolved to now.

After walking through the paths, I sat down on a bench. I began to meditate and felt an immediate peace and calm wash over me.

Dropping in came with grace, ease, and assistance from the souls that bless that land.

I felt transported beyond myself deep into myself. In an instant, all thoughts of worry about the future, security, money, and ambition subsided. I was just there, deep within myself in the silent stillness.

Suddenly, something dropped on my head from the tree above. It took me back out of the meditative trance. But that was all I needed. Unsure how long I had even been sitting there, I felt completely reset. Refreshed, and grounded like none other.

The cemetery is a beautiful place.

It holds teachings, blessings, wisdom, and guidance beyond what we can consciously know.

It is a place where our collective ancestors rest in the physical, and their energy emanates with the collective love they are on the soul level.

It is a teacher that asks us to go into the annals of darkness to find the light within ourselves and within life when times feel challenging. Bringing us into a deeper perspective, it shares its gifts from the Other Side.  

What is Life?

What is life?

What is life lived?

We do this dance over and over again.

Coming back to this earthly plane to be and experience, to leave a legacy.

To be someone. To do some thing

How many times have we lived?

How many times have we done this dance again and again?

The bird gently walks through the cemetery as his brothers and sisters chirp closely by.

The writings of languages across all times, across all cultures, connect the bodies which lie here for eternity more.

The angels, the obelisks, the grave heads – they’re all but reminders of the life that was lived.

The life that was danced, the soul that was experienced, the blessing that this earth had for the beautiful being that inhabited it.

We do this dance again, and again.

A dance of love, a dance of learning, a dance of evolution.

When our stresses grow too much and our eyes and minds wander.

We come back to the cemetery to remember who we are.

To remember our ancestors.

To remember where we came from.

To remember the history of the souls that built this present now, that our frequency of light is able to inhabit in this now.

When we stress ourselves out with the mundane, not remembering the mental anguish that we put ourselves through in the desire to become someone, be somebody, prove ourselves, live up to our expectation.

We come back to the cemetery to remember what we are.

We come back to practice gratitude for the souls that came before.

Thank you for allowing us to live this life.

Thank you for allowing us to remember who we are.

We come back to the cemetery once more to remember where we will depart.

Thank you.