The Red Girl

Sometimes when you go out to a certain place it seems that there is and attraction of sorts perhaps a vortex or a light where the souls of the dead may reenter our space. One such place for me is a tiny little cemetery in Arizona. I cannot seem to pass this space and not feel them there, waiting to communicate with me or those who enter through their space.

The first time we came to this spot I felt it right away as did my son a feeling that we were not alone here. It is the same cemetery where I wrote the article Jimmie Makes Contact about, a few years earlier. We returned to this Cemetery this summer in the daylight, as I wanted to see if I could again photograph the spirit who peeked from the grave in my photo a few years ago. I had Jimmie stand in the same spot and started taking pictures.

We could sense the almost electrical energy in this area and I began to wonder if we stood were the spirits traveled from our world, as we know it to their dimension just behind the veil. Jimmie started to read and old metal crosses markings as he said he felt a presence by him. He didnt think it was the same one as last time. He felt a female child was trying to get him to notice her.

We continued to walk around this place trying to find the spirit there that always seemed agitated when we had visited here before. We were both drawn to the other side where we found an unmarked grave from around the late 1800s to the early 1900s. Both of us became nauseous when we approached this spot and agitated. We knew we had found the spirit in the past photographs with the cape the one from Jimmies Returns article.

Leaving the area we proceeded to leave and discussed the days happenings and went to his home to look through my photographs. There where we felt the energy so strong in the past stood the little girl Jimmie had felt standing just to his side.

Though I cant explain it, this I can say, there is a place in Arizona where the spirits seem to stay. Perhaps in wait of judgment they also seem to talk. Though contact may be different, their souls still bring them through and now theyve given me the chance to share themselves with you!

PHOTOGRAPH TAKEN BY THERESA JODRAY..