Dreaming of the Dead

November 1, 2012

As we prepare for the dead to visit earth over the weekend I daydream about all my relations. In the study of my family tree I become infatuated by the various ancestors as I learn about their lives and times. I love it when they have left a picture of any kind, even of the grave they occupy. I also become excited when I see the handwriting they used. All original documents or photos of their homes give me a connection to their styles.  I am a huge enthusiast of all that I discover and learn through the study of genealogy.  It may well be true that I prefer the dead to the living at least part of the time.

I am also studying the archetypes that play in the dramas of our lives, interior and exterior.  We know that our unconscious is influenced by the books we read, the shows we consume, even the conversations we enter.  I don’t work on my family tree each day, but there is not a day that passes without thinking about some of my dead peeps and their adventures on earth.  My conscious and unconscious is involved in the ghost of everything past.  I never have the urge to join the DAR or reenact battles, but have started to plan travel around the dead peeps who lived in the areas I will visit.  This month I am focused on my Pilgrims, the beliefs, the hardships and the failures they encountered.  At the moment I am discovering Jeremiah Rhodes.  He was a wild thing of a  Pilgrim.