The night before Halloween (All Hallows’ Eve), Ian joined me driving on my delivery route. It was a brisk, fall evening; the air was clear, and trees burst with color. Golden leaves floated on he gentle breeze like sparse confetti, then tumbled along the road near the gutter with the rush of passing cars. We were having a fun night—orders were good, and we were enjoying each other’s company.
There is a large memorial cemetery along a route I pass several times a shift when crossing neighborhoods. This is truly a lovely, well maintained resting place, with lush green grass and pristine landscaping. Ian had visited here with a good friend of his recently, when she needed some moral support while visiting her mother’s grave. He commented to me on how positive and peaceful it was. So on nights like this one, even in the darkness, this cemetery exudes comfort and rest.
After making a food delivery, I took us past the graveyard on the way to the Korean district to search out new orders. “It’s busy tonight. There must be something special going on.” Ian’s comment surprised me, as the streets were dark and quiet, the only illumination coming from the streetlamps above, and the blur of head and tail lights on either side of the divided roadway.
“What do you mean?” I inquired.
“There are people everywhere.” He pointed to both sides of the street, along the sidewalks. “And there’s a festival in the graveyard. The trees are full of lights. There’s music playing, and tables with food on tablecloths. People are dancing and enjoying each other’s company. Everyone is smiling, and laughing.” Ian pointed to the sidewalk directly parallel to the gates on my left. “There’s an old couple right there, holding hands. They’re wearing hospital gowns.”
All I could see was empty concrete sidewalks, and blackness behind the wrought iron cemetery gates. As we made it past the graveyard and near an intersection, Ian continued, “So many people!”
“Wow,” I said. “The dead are celebrating! How cool is that!” Everywhere we went, Ian saw festive souls out enjoying the holiday. No violence or despair, just happy spirits, socializing and milling about in the night. What I found most fascinating were the decorations, tables, food, lanterns and lights sprinkled among the headstones and the many tree branches. It’s not just like the dead are existing, they are actually living! They are still in love. They celebrate. They can influence matter and energy to create festive environments… There seems to be something to All Hallows’ Eve after all. The dead are empowered and energized on this mystical day.
One of the most magical and wholesome paranormal lessons I’ve ever learned!