I have to add my voice in along with those who talk with the departed -- I do so more or less regularly, with the soul of my former fiance who was killed in the Vietnam War. And I have no doubt at all that he is definitely with me ... too many experiences, of which few could count as coincidence. At first, it mattered to me to prove it to others, but I got over that. In one way or another, he has been my muse, too, for most of my life, so this companionship has birthed many a written song and poem.

Can't say that I've ever particularly hung out in graveyards or been drawn to them, but for an experience that likely equates I can say that a visit to the Vietnam Memorial Wall in Washington, DC -- a visit at night -- could well make a believer out of anyone. I've gone there at night primarily from sentiment, and have both taken music on tape "to play for Them", and have sung..."Amazing Grace" but to the tune of "House Of The Rising Sun", it was. And I've come away realizing that it was not I who gave a thing, but simply received.

And as for the Bible proscribing speaking with the dead, my thought is this: they've passed from this earthly world into the one everlasting, which is called Life. So they aren't dead, are they?

BarbaraLynn