Fairview Cemetery in New Britain is a huge place, split by route 9, Google maps did not help, guiding me to the interstate for a non-existent entrance. Wish I could have given it a 5 thumbs DOWN report, because route 9 has been there a long time.

Here’s a description from their website: Fairview Cemetery has been serving the greater New Britain community for well over two hundred and fifty years. Established in 1756, Fairview is among the areas oldest and most historic burial grounds. This majestic one hundred acre city within a city, is home to over thirty-eight thousand interments, with room for thousands more. Fairview Cemetery has grown while New Britain has grown around it, all the while maintaining its pastoral abundance, with winding roads and mature trees. Administered by the City of New Britain, Parks & Recreation Department, Fairview Cemetery continues to be one of the area’s foremost non-sectarian cemeteries.

Finally got there. I have a phone group ‘Ghost in the Machine’ by which we connect on ghost events, only one person was going to join me, plus one outside of that group, but a late cancellation and a delayed sending meant it would be just me. I mention all this because this pushed me to increase my effectiveness. Without any trainees, I was free to work on my skills. I have an idea that I might need to be more powerful at this, it would be a pity to get to a situation and not have the power and skills.

It’s always healing colors to start, to heal everyone en masse. This time I added to the method, calling on the Earth to provide the colors as well as Heaven. Adding white, sometimes I skip that step. Then I added pink for emotional healing and acceptance. I felt a lot of ghosts were now above ground, and was delighted to see that many headed up on their own, no guides needed. Maybe some guides helped. But I still needed help to do this, and I asked any ghost to please hang around if there was a ghost next to them that needed one-on-one help. Again delighted, I could see some, waving to get my attention. While they wanted to ascend, holding off a little while longer to help another ghost.

Those left were, for one reason or another, not able to respond to the initial healing energies. Thanks to those who stayed, I could easily find those needing my help. The first one felt he didn’t deserve Heaven. we talked, I overlapped my energies and he got it, up he went. The second one felt he’d been bad, another conversation about a loving God, versus staying in a coffin forever, he decided to get a second opinion, from Heaven, a Guide helped him go up. Third, two infants, protected by two ladies, I lifted them up gently and handed them off to two Guides and away they went. Fourth, someone blind from birth, healing that didn’t help without all the associations one learns from sight, no this one needed to hear from a friend to explain what was happening, and such a Guide showed up, to help him move on up.

The next was unusual, even by my standards. A glowing blob. Not an orb. It felt ok too. I entered inside to discover this ghost had created her own mini-Heaven! We chatted, I took her up, a ‘recovery room’ was available, and I told her she was now in the real Heaven, and at any time she wanted she could peek outside and join in.

I’d found one corner to work from, the lure of driving under route 9 too attractive not to miss, time to join the main section. It had been a stretch to extend that far, my goal was to work the entire cemetery.

The sixth ghost had vertigo, and it took focused healing of red, yellow and orange to heal, a Guide took him up. The seventh was also weird, more like a blob, lacking bones, only cartilage, not living long, in discussion with a Guide, this wasn’t about reconstructing a body but to just take it up, where the soul could detach and move on. Is that even possible, to have no bones? The eight was a mentally retarded person, a Guide took her up. Ninth, a grieving mother who died in childbirth, never seeing her child, despairing because she couldn’t look after it. I found the child, now a soul, up in Heaven and connected them, the ‘child’ appeared as the baby that mom would have had, and moved through growing up, showing mom that she had been well looked after, mom so happy.

I had to redo the healing colors for the edge furthest from where I’d been to start, with white and pink, gratified to see more move up on their own. Tenth, a little boy, wanting to protect his little sister but couldn’t find her. Took him up, and there was his little sister, all happy.

I did thank each ghost that had delayed ascending just to help me and a suffering ghost next to them.

A neat feeling, to drive out from a cemetery, and it was just land and headstones, no-one there.