“Meeting Nantucket’s Spirits”

I had the good fortune to spend this past week in Nantucket.   If one word from this fairy tale book author can describe this place, it would be magical.  It is like another world, filled with the seals of my stories and the innocent safety of a former time.   It is a place where I felt safe walking by myself to the sea at sunrise and sunset.   And it is a place of ghosts.

We drove around most of the island and passed by many homes that have stood on this patch of water surrounded land for centuries.   We also passed the homes of those who lived and died on the island, its cemeteries.

I found one such cemetery captivating.  It was a huge expanse of rolling fields, with only a sprinkling of headstones in the center.   The sign said Quaker Cemetery.   Why such a vastness of space?

I did not know the answer that was waiting to reveal itself  to me.

I took a ghost walk Thursday evening.   It was a historical walk, combining Nantucket’s history along with its resident spirits.

When the ghost walk started, I felt the hairs on my body stand on end, so I knew something would occur, something or someone would wait for my visit.

Sure enough, we passed the original Quaker Meeting House on the Island.   I had taken photos all night, with no anomalies.

When I snapped my camera on the Quaker House, here is what greeted me.

So many orbs, where a second ago, there had been none on the street for the past fifteen minutes.

I learned some of the Quaker history during the tour, how many had died tending to the Indians who had been stricken with smallpox.

Thursday afternoon, I had visited a bookstore in Nantucket.   There aren’t many places on the planet where I wouldn’t venture into a literary market place.

I bought a ghost book of Nantucket for one of my grandsons.

Friday morning, the day after the ghost walk, I awoke early and decided to read the story.

Ironically, it told the story of the Quaker cemetery; I had no idea that this was part of the plot.  The Quakers believe that headstone markers were part of idol worship; therefore, they were put to rest in unmarked graves.   Hence, the rolling fields I had seen that day covered the bodies of thousands of nameless souls at rest.   Or were they?

Perhaps they wanted to make their presence known to me.   Maybe they said hello to me in those orbs; I like to think so.

As a side note, there were offshoots of the Quaker religion in much later years and it is those few graves in the Quaker  Cemetery that depict the name of the deceased on a headstone.

Nantucket, surrounded by water, surrounded by the death of many seamen, and surrounded by the suffering of both Native Americans and early settlers, is the perfect place for a haunting.   And the island offers the stories of many.

Usually, connections to cemeteries involve past lives for me……I have longed to see Nantucket most of my life.  Somehow, I always knew I would love it there.   And I did.




Orbs Watermark

The Quakers are still meeting in the Meeting House

About sknobloch

I am an Author, Artist, and Reiki Master and Intuitive Counselor, offering energy and guidance sessions on people and beloved pet companions. I divide my time between a Northern NJ suburb of Manhattan and Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. I enjoy pursuing paranormal explorations in this uniquely haunted town. Read more about me at www.briarrosereiki.com and http://shirlknoblochwillowfineartprintsandphotography.zenfolio.com/ All writings and photos © Shirl Knobloch.......no unauthorized copying or use permitted without written permission from the author and photographer, Shirl Knobloch.
This entry was posted in "Cemetery Photography", Ghosts, Life Musings from a Reiki Master and Intuitive Animal Communicator, Paranormal, past lives and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s