Awakenings at a grave site
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dreamwidth_pagansImagine this, you’re nervously watching a very large canine sniff around the grave of a loved one you buried on your land. There’s a good layer of ice encrusted dirt on top. But you’re nervous, because earlier you saw a few small holes around the grave. Once the canine leaves, you go the grave to examine it and see if there are any holes deep enough that they need to be refilled.
Then you start gathering up large stones to build a cairn. It’s difficult prying them loose from the frozen earth. There’s been a slight thaw that day as winter has momentarily loosened her grasp on the land. But that’s all the help you’re going to get with your task.
It Must Be Done.
You tell yourself. Knowing that the more difficult of a task it is for you the harder it will be for any would-be four-legged grave robbers . The work is hard. Your hands are sore and red from pulling on the stone’s rough surface. The cold is eating away at your throat and your nose is running. It’s an unpleasant task- but you tell yourself coming out here and seeing the alternative next to an empty grave will be much worse.
Finally, the task is complete.
Now Imagine, I left the first part of this as vague as possible. I was looking outside my window to see a very large very unknown dog sniffing around Belial’s grave. There were already a few holes there, my guess would be the result of a curious raccoon. I was worried, a dog this size if it felt like it could very well get down the two feet to Belial’s coffin.
If it wanted to. I had to do something, I had to deter this dog, or any others like it come spring from trying to get to my Belial. As I was moving rocks around the yard trying not to slip on the slush or cut my fingers open on sharp edges (I do not have any winter gloves) I had a realization- this is something humans had been doing for twelve thousand years.
If I’m doing this now- in the end of 2018- then people have been the same the entire time. We’ve had different names and faces sure- but deep down we’re the same we’ve always been. For a spiritualist, this was a spiritual experience I felt more connected not only to my ancestors but life and death in general.
Then you start gathering up large stones to build a cairn. It’s difficult prying them loose from the frozen earth. There’s been a slight thaw that day as winter has momentarily loosened her grasp on the land. But that’s all the help you’re going to get with your task.
It Must Be Done.
You tell yourself. Knowing that the more difficult of a task it is for you the harder it will be for any would-be four-legged grave robbers . The work is hard. Your hands are sore and red from pulling on the stone’s rough surface. The cold is eating away at your throat and your nose is running. It’s an unpleasant task- but you tell yourself coming out here and seeing the alternative next to an empty grave will be much worse.
Finally, the task is complete.
Now Imagine, I left the first part of this as vague as possible. I was looking outside my window to see a very large very unknown dog sniffing around Belial’s grave. There were already a few holes there, my guess would be the result of a curious raccoon. I was worried, a dog this size if it felt like it could very well get down the two feet to Belial’s coffin.
If it wanted to. I had to do something, I had to deter this dog, or any others like it come spring from trying to get to my Belial. As I was moving rocks around the yard trying not to slip on the slush or cut my fingers open on sharp edges (I do not have any winter gloves) I had a realization- this is something humans had been doing for twelve thousand years.
If I’m doing this now- in the end of 2018- then people have been the same the entire time. We’ve had different names and faces sure- but deep down we’re the same we’ve always been. For a spiritualist, this was a spiritual experience I felt more connected not only to my ancestors but life and death in general.