In August 2016, my husband, Robert, and I stayed in a one-hundred-year-old cabin near Beulah, Colorado. This was an interesting cabin. It had an electric stove and some dim lights, but no running water or bathroom. It was essentially camping with a bed, roof, and stove.
My aunt, Tina, had used an ancestor website to do some research on our ancestors on my paternal grandmother’s side of the family.
We were all surprised to learn that my great great grandmother, Lena, was full-blooded German. She came over to the United States with her siblings and mother, seemingly leaving the rest of her family back in Germany.
Upon arriving here she met an American man, married and had five children. Unfortunately, her husband left her for another woman and she died at the age of 47 while some of her children were still growing up.
What made this interesting was that Tina learned Lena’s grave was in Beulah. How Lena came all the way to Beulah, a tiny town even now, back in her time frame was a mystery. I wanted to visit her grave to see if she would appear and I could ask her questions. I wasn’t expecting another visitor…or two…or three.
To this day after that experience, I’m not so sure I want to visit graveyards anymore.
The town graveyard was decent. It was obvious the older headstones were not maintained and the newer ones were. Except for Lena’s grave. Her grave had many lilies planted in a circle around her grave. No one else’s older grave had flowers.
There were many unmarked graves as well, but Lena’s was well marked.We did notice a large hunting knife stabbed into the ground near her grave. A bit creepy?
I was visiting her grave with Robert and my family. Lena did not show up, but we walked around reading other headstones, enjoying a warm summer afternoon.
In our cabin, early morning (around 3am), I woke up and saw a male child standing at the foot of the bed. I acknowledged his presence and fell back to sleep. A few hours later, upon fully waking up, I heard, “Matthew, Matthew, Matthew.”
I’m betting that is his name. I should go back to the cemetery and see if I find his headstone.
Later in the day, walking the cemetery for a headstone with the name Matthew, I saw the same little boy’s spirit standing ahead and away from me.
“Matthew, show me your headstone.”
He pointed along one row. I walked to him where he remained and then he led me to one spot.
“But it’s not marked…let me keep walking and see if a Matthew shows up on a stone.”
I walked around more, never ONCE seeing a Matthew written anywhere. I found this strange since it’s a common name.
I looked back to the original spot and he was still standing there waiting patiently for me.
After walking back, I put my hand on the grave to feel the energy and allow it to form images in my mind. I figured I would see a child who was sick and poor perhaps. Too poor for his name to be etched into stone.
That’s not what I saw.
I was shown Matthew being grabbed by two large men. They were dragging him and he was screaming for help. He was wearing a stripped shirt and jeans. He had brown/auburn hair that needed a trim. He looked a tad dirty and getting more dirty as he was being dragged by these two seemingly angry men.
I knew they were going to murder him and I stopped watching.
“I’m so sorry Matthew…I’m sorry. You don’t have to be in pain anymore. There’s help…you always have help.”
His energy started shifting after he was able to tell someone about his murder. I asked him to stand next to his headstone and I took his picture with my phone.
I continued back to Lena’s grave and this time she was there. She expressed her anger and resentment. I could understand she was angry, but it became obvious she had not fully crossed over. I would continue to work with her especially after learning she is my spirit aspect.
I am my great great grandmother.
That night at dinner, I showed my father the picture I took.
“What do you see aside from a headstone?”
He focused on the photo and said, “There’s a boy there.”
“Matthew, he was murdered. I think he’s moving on now.”
That last night in the cabin more nonphysicals came to tell me how they were murdered. The picture they showed was death by drowning in some small body of water. It almost looked like a Baptism from long time ago. They were angry too….
The cabin itself wasn’t haunted, but the cemetery was! I later learned a nonphysical male followed me home…an angry male who was angry with Lena and wanted to take it out on me.
The next time you visit a cemetery, check your car for any folks who decided to hitch a ride with you…
We just returned from another trip. Odd and more odd doesn’t really define it exactly. While spontaneously visiting an area on Mt Blanca, Colorado this appeared on my driver’s side window. It occurred when Andrea and I walked away for less than ten minutes and while Tina was still in the car (back turned to my window) getting thorns out of her shoes. No other humans were around. After later showing the owner of the home, we were renting, she notified her scientist friend to seek a logical explanation. He could not find one. So he took this photo with an added color to capture the image from the dusty window. He then used his computer to draw out the image for clarity.
Walking into the hotel, I didn’t notice much. I was looking forward to unloading my car for the one-night stay and heading to the restaurant for a nice dinner.
After unloading my belongings into my room, I began to notice several deceased people in my room and in the hallway. Some were obvious and some were a spark of light as I walked the hallway. I began to wonder how well I would sleep. I knew they couldn’t and probably would not want to hurt me, but still…kind of creepy.
After a very nice crab cake appetizer, curry chicken soup (to die for-no pun intended), and a green salad, I was ready to head back to my room. I had previously promised my nonphysical roommates I would listen to their stories after dinner.
In a timely and convenient (always a nice surprise) manner, I noticed an entity seemingly ready to speak.
“I’m all alone,” she said.
“How are old are you?” I asked.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t know. I just end up here, over and over and over.”
“What do you mean, you try to leave?”
“Yes. I walk around and around trying to find a way out.”
“But you don’t know how you got here?”
“No, don’t you understand?!”
“You know there are many others here like you, right?”
She seemed confused by that.
“They’re walking around, like you.”
She doesn’t see them.
“What is the last thing you remember?”
I noticed the curtains behind her. The plastic long rod that pulls the curtains closed kept swaying back and forth, back and forth. I had been over there previously and had not felt a breeze nor was it windy outside.
“Fishing? Who were you fishing with?”
“What do you remember next?”
“It got dark really fast.”
“We started running for the tent, we were going to camp.”
“I don’t remember, everything went black.”
“Where were you fishing?”
“At a lake.”
I had been having many extraterrestrial experiences lately, so my natural thought process was in the direction of extraterrestrials.
“Do you remember seeing a light or hearing a humming noise?”
Well, either she wasn’t abducted or she doesn’t remember being abducted.
“Did you know you have guides?”
“Guides…who can help you?”
In that moment, the higher Beings came in, four of them advising me to help her move on. I knew she couldn’t see them.
“Do you see a light?”
“No…I don’t know.”
“You can move into it and out of here.”
“I don’t trust it…”
“Call it heaven or another universe or something else… but it carries peace.”
I gave her time to cross over and she did.
The curtain rod stopped moving.
A couple more came in and then left. A male in particular. We’ll see if they return…hopefully before my bedtime!
The benefit of being a medium is knowing when to ask your grandson, who has the ability to see and hear ghosts, how many ghosts are in his mother’s new apartment.
“Five,” he said.
Onward I go to the apartment to see three there and command they leave. It amazes me how easily they are drawn to my grandson.
But wait…they’re drawn to me too…