Psychic Sensitivity

Would you be surprised to know that I'm a bit of a "sensitive?" That is to say that for whatever reason, I sense things. Sometimes these things come in dreams, sometimes by Deja Vu. Other times, I just know... like I'll sense a phone call from someone, then it happens. Or sometimes, I feel a person's unknown illness. It's a weird thing.

Well, anyway being that I have this sensitivity, I'm always interested in visiting alleged spiritual hotspots. In general, I've had more disappointments than exciting moments; however, I have had some oddities happen.

Case in point: Mercy Brown - Rhode Island's vampire.



I think there have been enough documentaries on this subject so that anyone who has been interested, would have to believe that poor Mercy Brown was not a vampire, and died, sadly, of consumption - or, in today's vernacular - Tuberculosis.

That isn't to say, however, that there isn't some sort of psychic phenomenon in the exact vicinity of her grave. I believe there is.

Recently, I took an excursion to visit her grave. Although I had never been to it, and I really didn't know exactly where in the graveyard she lay; I somehow walked right to her.

It so happened that on this particular day, there was not a cloud in the sky, and being that I was there at almost exactly 12 noon; the sun was directly overhead. There should not have been any shadows in my photos. As you can see here though, there were. I should mention that, this was the only one of about 15 pictures which came out even remotely viewable.

Also interestingly, there was a family from Connecticut there, also in search of Mercy Brown's grave. They made a special trip to come and visit her. I watched the dad take umpteen photos with his brand new digital camera, all to no avail. He was completely put out by the 30th attempt. All of his tries yeilded only blurry, unusable photos. By the time he gave up, he & his wife were convinced that Mercy did not want photos taken of her final resting place.

I think because in their ignorance, the people of that time desecrated her body and her resting place so badly, that she does not rest in peace. There is a feeling of sadness and unease surrounding her little grave. Moreover, across the graveyard, there is a paupers chapel. It was beside this chapel that Mercy's body, after being unceremoniously uninterred, was desecrated by the removal of her heart - a belief that the people of the time thought would stop the wanderings of a vampire.

Upon nearing this area, I was overcome with cold chills, to the point of the hair on my arms and neck standing straight up. An immensely sad feeling took over my entire being, and tears began to slowly fall from the corners of my eyes. It was all entirely unexplainable. Suffice to say that for my money, I believe that the spirit of this poor young girl lingers in a place which means only sadness to her.

Enough was enough. I had found Mercy Brown, and I didn't at all like the feelings she was evoking. I said a prayer that she may finally rest - I also said a prayer that she leave me. She did. Thankfully.

Sometimes, some things are better left uninvestigated.