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Notes In Light of My Grandmother ( A Visitation While At The Foot of Her Grave, )

Cemeteries: I think most people worldwide fail to realize that when we in freedom and real visit a cemetery,
when we take our first actual steps onto that hallowed ground - something happens. We're taken over by active
spirits there. We succumb. I've experienced this when visiting my beloved Bridget.

I Step Beyond The Old Wrought Iron Gates: I suppose the grander experience remains - once inside the old wrought iron
gates, upon our first steps, A warm feeling of calm, of relaxation overcomes us. And I suppose one would articulate that we're
actually letting down our spiritual shields and armour. That which protects us from the deeper spiritual misgivings, the ills
of others while out and about - across our everyday lives. And we relax then and open up like some newborn seal-pup
wallowing in the pure, virginal innocence of infancy. That pure essence. The ocean.

Now Open in Our Hollow Shells: Now, we're open in our hollow shells and not only the spirits of our ancestors, but
those other active spirits there as well, just seem to enter us. They take over. They guide us. You see, they've been waiting
to enter us through - into the gentle garden.

This is My Recollection: I recall now the many visits with my grandmother, Bridget Duignan Moran, there in
the catholic cemetery nearest the townland of Drumgowla, up in the border counties of Ireland. Bridget always greets
me with her deep, quiet glow, and warmth. As I pull up to the old wrought iron gates she welcomes me inside. I enter -
go with her. I can feel her sweet faintness all about me as I walk with her to her resting-side. And once there and stopped,
I always say a quiet prayer. I sometimes put my arms around her gravestone and we communicate. Hushed, we speak in
quiet tones. And I find that as I release my feelings of sadness, and of gladness to her, the winds always seems to kick up
suddenly and blow across my face and body. It’s Bridget and the others hailing, letting me know they’re there with me.
And Bridget? She speaks from inside the body of the cool Irish winds that blow.

In Conclusion: Upon moving here from America back in 2007, I realize that this is what I'm here for. I'm here to share
my heart with her. This is the great ancient calling we, the Irish, seem to know best. And so, I say to you, Bridget
Duignan Moran, " God Bless and be with ye, always. "

Thom Douglas Carlisle ( Irish Tommy Moran ) - Ireland

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