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How I picked up a dead woman in a cemetery a long time ago


This story happened to me many years ago. I was then fifteen or sixteen years old. We went with all the relatives to the cemetery. And while we are trying to reach the desired grave, we wind along a narrow path between the enclosures and, not willingly, our eyes cling to the photographs of the deceased.

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How I picked up a dead woman in a cemetery a long time ago

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And then I was struck by a photograph of a girl, in age we were about the same age. Apart from the fact that she was buried forty years ago. But, nevertheless, in the photograph she had a living face. There are photos that are just like a picture, there are no emotions in them, nothing, emptiness. This is often found on old graves. And here it seems the burial is old, but her gaze was painfully tenacious. All the time we were at the cemetery, she did not get out of my head.

At that time, I did not read any esotericism, and I did not have any books on such topics then. Therefore, she did not pay much attention until she began to dream of me almost every night. And every day I felt worse than in the evening. There was a clear feeling that she was simply pumping energy out of me.

How I picked up a dead woman in a cemetery a long time ago

Taken from Yandex open sources

Then for some reason I didn’t tell anyone about her and tried to cope on my own. I went to church, put a candle, then I remembered her name. Now, almost thirty years later, I have already forgotten. But she didn’t help anything, and she continued to dream of me, moreover, I began to feel her presence next to me during the day. I did not see her, but with my back I felt that it was she.

About a month after this visit to the cemetery, it was Easter, and after parental Saturday. On parental Saturday, we always visit our relatives and here, naturally, we also gathered at the cemetery. Only this time for another, to the grandfather.

How I picked up a dead woman in a cemetery a long time ago

The most amazing thing after that she lagged behind me, just stopped dreaming, I stopped feeling her. It all happened one day, as she came one day, and left.

I don’t know, maybe she wanted to touch the world of the living a little more. Or maybe my late grandfather put her in line. Anything can be.

Years later, of course, I no longer wander so carelessly, after all, we live in a world where our own laws and rules apply. Therefore, I still prefer to live in harmony with such rules.

I suggest you read an article on the topic of the Influence of the Dead on the Living, which reveals in more detail the signs of sharing and the rules of behavior in the cemetery.


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