EASY CONVERSATIONS/CONSCIOUSNESS/LIFE AND DEATH
Caribbean Stories of the Dead
Delve into the mysteries of the esoteric
It was already dark as I walked down the stairs of the old sugar estate house. My class was just finished and I was anxious to leave. The energy was shifting. Many of these houses are as old as King Sugar and they have stories to tell — often of love and hate and pain and torture and unhappiness.
The lost souls of former slaves roam these grounds and if you are susceptible to this kind of energy, you will hear them talking. Here, I am using the term ‘lost souls’ loosely. There is never a lost soul. If it is one thing that souls know is their home address.
I wasn’t interested in engaging in conversations but curiosity still caused me to peek in several of the rooms as I made my way out. Most contained beautifully restored antique furniture, old lamps and ornaments arranged in an orderly haphazard way. I saw energetic forms of young females who had spent their lives polishing these pieces to spit shine. Fortunately, they did not acknowledge my presence so I moved along.
Soon I was through the door and into the yard. There was a little distance to my car. I did not think of parking closer in the light of day but now that it was dark, I wish I did.
There were trees on the property — huge old trees, which added to the spook effect. I wondered why spirits were about so early, it was not even 8 o’clock, perhaps they had to lot of work to do.
I kept my head down. The plan was to not engage them. Knowing that I would be back given the weekly class schedule, they probably decided not to scare me on the first visit. How thoughtful of them!
My memories went back to when I was a child
We grew up hearing what we refer to as Jumbie Stories and once you would have sat and listened to a few of these, bet yourself that you will not be leaving your bed to use the bathroom that night and if the bathroom was outside, even worse. Hence the result was many wet beds.
Now I have a little better understanding of what lies behind the veil, the fear is not there anymore. Though I would admit sometimes folks drop by without knocking and I get startled. Those I threaten to sage!
We come to understand that there is no real death and that life continues in other forms since we are eternal. Our physical body goes back to the earth to be part of the cycling of nature and the rest of us, merges with Divine Conscious for a delicious celebration.
That is one reason I do not normally attend funerals, there is no reason for the sadness if we understand the process of life and death in this plane. I have written many times on death.
I admit, when someone I know moves into non-physical, there is a tinge of envy.
There is such a celebratory feeling to returning home — like a well-worn soldier, battle scars and all, tired but triumphant.
But then I shake my head and say to myself, ‘you got more things to do on this side, my girl.’
I. Trudie Palmer One Love
My friend Raafeke talks about the mysteries of the West Indies in his piece. Take a read.
The West Indies and the Caribbean is basically the same. If you are a lover of cricket, then you would be more familiar with our region being referred to as The West Indies.
Nowadays we say, “ I come from the Caribbean.” There are a few of us hanging around on Medium. Check out our stories.
