When I look now, graveyards often have spirits wandering around, when mostly they should be moving on
Some however have a very useful purpose for hanging around.
There is one in one cemetery that has been of great value to me. In their last incarnation they weren’t a relative, friend or even anyone I knew. In past lives who knows.
A Simple Man, who tried and failed to reilluminate this planet.
Slogging Scotsman Ma’at Ankh Re
Who am I trying to kid for I can’t even resolve family darkness. Whoever is next to step up, please do.
A few weeks ago, speaking with a woman I know well. I looked back at her immediately previous life and saw she died in 1943.
For some reason I connected that with the Dambuster raids on Germany in WW2, and it looked to me as though her plane crashed during a raid, killing her.
She has no memory of that, but when I left, for some reason I paid attention to the number plate on her car that I had ignored on many occasions.
The number plate starts with the numbers 617 - the number of the Dambuster squadron.
A week or two later that squadron was in the news - it was being disbanded