Crystal and I had some business in New Haven, up early for me, she treated me to coffee and cake at IKEA to help wake me up, so we could do some Barefoot Paranormal work. Reputedly a ghost buried in a cemetery here, she’d been buried alive?

We headed to Evergreen cemetery, and it’s huge. How were we ever going to find one headstone? AI to the rescue, Crystal uses it, I haven’t. We found out it was near the back of the cemetery. We needed more, still too much there. Near to the fence next to Winthrop Avenue. A long fence. Near the old gate exit, now we were close, so we parked and split up. About the same time I was thinking I wish we had a picture of it, Crystal was asking AI and got one.

Meanwhile my instincts had headed me in the right direction, or my guides! Crystal came rushing over, pointing to the headstone. Lots of words: over arching in black: THE PEOPLE SHALL BE TROUBLED AT MIDNIGHT AND PASS AWAY. Below it: At high noon just from, and about to renew her daily work in her full strength of body and mind MARY E. HART having fallen prostrate remained unconscious until she died at midnight October 15 1872. Born December 16 1824.

So no, she wasn’t buried alive.

Holding onto the headstone I got a sense of peacefulness. Which is unusual, because if there’s nothing there, then I get nothing. I time-lined back towards midnight and felt the stress level rise dramatically. She was, like many ghosts, reliving her death, which had been ‘stretched out’. She didn’t know she was dead, rejecting that news, she had things to do! I had to overlap my energies before she started to accept it, reluctantly. People to care for, things she’d wanted to do. I’d have to work with her to get her to let go. Family first – they had grown up, and died, moved on, nobody to care for, job done. Once she accepted that, one guide showed up but hesitated to interact with her, which meant I had more to do for Mary to be able to see her Guide. Mary and I worked on grief, for the things she had not yet done, had wanted to do. A lot of grief, it’s slow to work through. Inch by inch she did it, I felt her lightening up, until it was gone. One last look around, sigh, time had moved on, about 200 years since she was born, and up she went with her guide.

While I still had things to do, I had to rush home for a meeting, no time to work the rest of the cemetery, busy, busy.

And in hindsight, not like me, I hadn’t tuned in to the medical reason for her ‘condition’.