At this time of the year here in my side of the world, people are preparing for the “Undas” or better known in English as All Saints’ Day, observed on November 1. There’s this practice of visiting our dead in the cemeteries, in osuaries or in columbaries. So you’ll have people as early as one week before this date taking a leave from work or school, a lot of whom to be able to go back to the province to prepare the tombs — re-painting it, cutting the grass around it, et cetera; and it’s the same for those who just stay in the metro.
In most cases, people usually flock to the cemeteries and camp there beginning the eve, October 31 (where in the United States and perhaps elsewhere, they have the Halloween), and stay on till late the following day, November 1. Some even extend their stay until November 2 which is actually the appropriate day to go visit the dead since it’s All Souls’ Day.
During this time, sometimes the whole month of November, you’ll hear lots of stories about “seeing” their dearly departed or even an unknown departed paying the living a visit. It is also during this time that you’d hear devout Catholics reminding those who had the paranormal experience that what they saw or felt wasn’t real — that it’s their lack of faith that made them have the paranormal experience.
Whatever it may be, it may be true since you’d hear and see accounts about such experiences in tv shows evidenced by video and audio footage.
Personally, I had seen and felt the supposedly unseen, better yet call them ghosts, when in the company of people who have that “gift” so to speak, of the paranormal. I remember while praying the rosary one night for our departed grandmother in her quaint old house, we saw her legs going up the stairs. Still another episode while the family was praying, we saw something reflected in the mirror that was white and floating that quickly passed by. This was followed by the very audible sound of footsteps in the second floor of our house and at that time everybody else was downstairs praying. A third episode was after we buried our mother. We all were preparing to sleep when we heard plates being put on our dinner table. After that, we heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. It did not stop there. My brother and I, because we used to sleep together with our mother on the same bed when she was alive, felt the bed being weighed down as if somebody sat on it.
Years later, alone in a big house, I experienced something of the sort. It was late and I was finishing off work I brought home and felt as if somebody was observing everything that I was doing. I guess you’ll agree with me about having that feeling when somebody’s looking at you and when you try to find out who it was, voila! What you felt was accurate as there was indeed someone looking at you. But as I said I was alone and there’s no one else there except me — no cat, dog, mouse or even a cockroach. Strange, isn’t it. And then I felt goosebumps. What did I do after? I just prayed and the feeling went away. I was more concerned about finishing the work than being afraid.
Somehow this business of being afraid of ghosts is kind of funny especially with regards to a deceased family member. Because when a family member dies, you’re all there mourning, really getting sentimental and emotional, wishing that he/she did not leave the world yet as he/she was in the prime of life, or was too young, or you haven’t spent time as long as you should have with him/her, et cetera. However, by the time our dear departed is buried we dread the idea of being “paid a visit”. The thought utterly freaks us out and frightens us to the hilt. A prayer said for our dead would be the best way to get rid of that, plus of course a little time to meditate about how much we miss our loved ones; to also pray for strength and courage to be able to cope in their absence while going on with our lives.
The month of November in our side of the world really is eerie and undeniably spooky. What with starting the month visiting the dead. Somehow, the mind gets attuned to “feeling the unseen” plus the fact that November 2nd is “their” (the unseen’s) day which makes it all the more frightful. It’s all in the mind, as the saying goes and that’s why the Church has dedicated that day for prayers for our dearly departed. We forget, November 1 is All Saints’ Day — praying to them will get rid of our fear of the Unseen — that they, the Unseen will never be Seen, or heard or felt.
Just keep on praying!