Disturbing Graves

[Shiftkitty]

I'm watching a show about a "cursed highway". Apparently it was built over some graves and the spirits of those who rest there have taken umbrage at this. If you're dead, you no longer need your body. You're not "sleeping", you're dead. The traffic can't wake you up, and it's not like you need the land over you. Why would the deceased care about what's going on with their graves, especially after their bones have crumbled to dust?

 

[argonne1918]

This is probably a take off on the stories of things that happen around graves of Native Americans. I guess shows like this get high ratings. That's why they keep making them.

 

[Shiftkitty]

Assuming such things are true, though, why would the dead care what happens to a body they are no longer using?

 

[hydrolad]

Real or Not???


I agree with Shiftkitty and Argonne1918, the dead no longer care about their former bodies, but as for the TV and Movie market, these inflated stories sell airtime and make for good "Nielsen" ratings.


All it takes is an overactive imagination, a creative script writer, enough up front money and, BINGO you have a halfway believeable ghost story.


Just my thoughts is all.

 

[Shiftkitty]

I as getting a kick out of "I've driven that highway hundreds of times before and never believed in the story, until this one time..." So the hundreds of other times when you didn't get a creepy feeling or have car trouble don't count?


However, I do have to stack that next to the Center for the Performing Arts in San Jose, CA. They built the place not either not knowing it was on top of an Indian burial mound (Ohlone, I think) or else they hadn't gotten everyone relocated. Anyway, the place was plagued with problems. In fact, the whole intersection had issues. (Things like an high accident rate despite it being a very clear intersection, electrical problems with lights in the area, etc.) Finally the city asked the local tribe to perform a ceremony essentially asking permission to use the land. It was a major intersection, but they closed it for the day while the tribe did its thing and the problems went away.


As for a similar story in the area, I believe the high accident rate on the newly built Guadalupe overpass was due more to inattentive driving.

 

[Twilight]

I'm watching a show about a "cursed highway". Apparently it was built over some graves and the spirits of those who rest there have taken umbrage at this. If you're dead, you no longer need your body. You're not "sleeping", you're dead. The traffic can't wake you up, and it's not like you need the land over you. Why would the deceased care about what's going on with their graves, especially after their bones have crumbled to dust?

If I was in a spirit's shoes I can't imagine that it's the body that is the issue as much as sentimental possessions being messed with, but it could be just me.


Surely if somebody "vandalized" your most cherished possessions; let's say your property, wouldn't you be up in arms? Perhaps the spirits cherished their cemetery or they feel forgotten.

 

[Mama2HRB]

Maybe they hold reverence to burial places and are upset that their grave was not given the same respect that they give to others?

 

[Twilight]

Maybe they hold reverence to burial places and are upset that their grave was not given the same respect that they give to others?

That could be true also

 

[andrewx]

I have a set of grandparents who are entombed in a mausoleum that is next to a freeway. The freeway needs to be expanded, since it carries heavy traffic. I do not want the mausoleum moved, however. Disturbing graves is at the very least distasteful. (I am sure some graves were disturbed and moved when the freeway was built in the 1960s.) The people in a cemetery are literally deceased. Still, I think it is best not to disturb graves.


(The freeway may be double-decked to avoid the cemetery.)


Respectfully,


Andrewx

 

[hydrolad]

I'm posting again on this very interesting topic of discussion.


When I was a young child growing up in the Southern state of Florida, it was still old fashioned morals and value's, not like today where anything goes it seems IMHO!!!


Especially North Florida in the area called the Panhandle, some people equated North Florida as really South Alabama or South Georgia and it was a slower, quieter pace of life and people respected graves.


It was hammered into me to NEVER step on a grave and not to play or shout while amongst the graves, to be very respectful and honor the deceased, never desecrate a grave or steal flowers from another grave.


Mainly my Mother and Grandmother would visit the graveyard where my family was buried and one time I was watching a man near our grave plots, observing all of us, then he walked away.


I asked my Mother who he was, and she said she had not seen anyone near our plots nor did my Grandmother, I was confused and my Mother said I had an overactive imagination, but I know I saw someone or something that day observing us.


It would appear that whatever it was, was observed only by a young child and not the Two Adults and it wasn't until years later that I pretty much figured out what it was that day.


Your theories on this may differ and I respect that, but I KNOW what I saw and am now just curious who he was???


Has anybody seen, what might have been a deceased entity in the graveyard and how old were you???

 

[Shiftkitty]

That's an interesting story! You should see if you can sketch him sometime and try to match him to any old family photos if you can! I was raised the same way about respecting graves. Sometimes I wonder about archaeological digs that produce old human bones. Do their spirits feel disturbed?


I haven't seen any ghosts in cemeteries, only flits of what might have been there. However. I was searching for a particular piece of statuary for a friend who wanted to use it for a CD cover (she was in a band) when something strange happened.


I knew it was a cemetery statue. We had both seen a photo of it and could see headstones in the background. I was checking every cemetery I could find and I had just come upon this old Catholic cemetery. It was trimmed up front, but just past the trees it was horribly overgrown. I pulled in and started walking around. I didn't see the statue, but I did see a pile of trash along the back wall. You know those marble urns that they used to put flowers in? Lots of them were in the pile.


I don't know what got into me, but I started taking the urns and matching the broken bases to their original graves. It took a period of several weeks even though it was a small cemetery. I managed to get most of them matched back up. The smaller the pile got, however, the more I began to notice the garbage was over old graves. Some of the graves no longer had headstones, but you could see the depressions. I moved the pile off of the graves and as I moved the last one I saw a grave stone with my family name on it! There was a picture of a very handsome man who died young in 1936. I think he was 23 or 24 when he died. He was no relative of mine that I knew, and I asked the family (it's an uncommon name, and our spelling was even more uncommon, so it was odd that he wasn't related), but while there were people with that exact name in the family, none of them would have been buried there, let alone in 1936.


I continued to go back to that cemetery every week and clean up the back part little at a time, and I always brought flowers to his grave. When I had to leave the area, I made one last stop to say goodbye and to apologize for not being able to finish my work. When I got there, the garbage pile was being loaded into the back of a truck, a crew was re-cementing the urns to their graves, and the back area was trimmed with someone looking at what I guess was an old map of the place.


It's hard to express what I felt. Relief? A sense of gratitude? I just know that when I pulled out of the gates for the last time, I had the sensation that my "work" there wasn't to clean up the graves so much as it was to bring attention to the deplorable condition of the cemetery.

 

[Shiftkitty]

(Okay, my goofy self just kicked in and wondered, if a zombie apocalypse happened and zombies came out of that cemetery, would they remember and go "Braaaaiiiiins, braaaaaains, ... no, wait. Leave her alone. She's cool. Braaaaaiiiiins!")

 

[spacecase0]

I have gone looking with ghost hunting hardware, the cemetery I visited was the quietest place that I have ever gone to, only one grave showed any activity at all, and it was only 3 days old.


most lived in places show some activity, and


other places like near the Ohlone burial mound in emeryville ca, I did not even need the hardware to feel how strong it was,


so I think that most people leave more of a long lasting impression when they are living here than when they are dead, and there are very few living people in the cemeteries

 

[Shiftkitty]

If you ever get a chance, Santa Clara University has a lot of activity. I always wanted to try a reading at the Peralta Adobe. Oldest residential structure in San Jose, CA, I wonder what stories it could tell?

 

[hydrolad]

Shiftkitty


I'm terrible at drawing freehand along with Math, what I should of done back then was consult our family photo albums and see if I recognized the man, but my Mother thought it was a load of nonsense and I never did.


Speaking of young people dying, I'm a walking family memorial, you see I was named after a relative who died on the OR table right in front of my late Mother around the late 1940's, this Boy was only 5 years old and my first name is his name.


The second Boy was 13 years old and died in 1925 of Meningitis, his middle name is my middle name, and at first I wanted my own name, not someone else's, but as I got older, I realized what a honor it was to carry their names.


The man I saw was neither the 5 YO or the 13 YO Boy, but a much older man in his 40's I think and when I told my Aunt about what I saw, she steered me away from my Grandmother and told me that she could see Spirits as an adult.


One day years ago (before I was born) my Aunt was hanging Laundry in the back yard when she had a feeling of being stared at and she turned around and standing about 20 feet away was a young Boy dressed in a soldier's outfit (this was a fashion for boy's in the early 1900's).


She never said who he was, but the 5 YO was one of her children and the 13 YO was her Brother, so it would seem that seeing Spirit's may run in the family and when I became older, my Mother said that when I was born by C-section, I had a "Veil" over my face and she told me of the old wives tale of a child born with a veil.


So who knows, interesting though!!!

 

[soulfreindly]

I am not saying this TV is true to fact .. Just sharing some of my ghostly encounters to maybe make some sense of them not wanting the site changed..


.. I remember being a ghost .. When I did a regression to the bardo state between this life and last ,, I was a ghost.. I felt very attached to the location of my then death as alot of "my " people had died along with me in the same place.


The most overwhelming feeling was how isolating it was .. I knew ghosts were around me but I could not communicate with them. Ones feelings are much more raw and ones sense of safety is very precarious... thus the difficulties with ghosts. I really did not want to return and was stuck. I fortunately had a twin sister also in spirit but not stuck who came to meet me in that state , She assured me it was alright to return.


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I did not notice if it was mentioned who these people were whose graves were being moved.. If they had a traumatic death and felt some attachment to the place , to the other people in the graves maybe there would be some trauma going on with the worldly change in the cemetary.