Stonewall Jackson vs Ming Dynasty
Aug '03, Old Cemetary, Lexington, VA
Aug '03, Old Cemetary, Lexington, VA
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This is about an uneasy encounter with some tourists at a cemetery in Lexington, VA in August '03 and which just might eventually have religious implications.
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It's one of those sultry late August afternoons with the rainy humid drizzle thing going on and I was just driving casually through town. A thick eerie fog had filled the air and for some reason I decided to just pull over and park on one of the downtown side streets.
As I got out of the car to walk around I noticed that there was a black iron fence running down the entire length of the block all along the centuries old sidewalk that I was now on. It had those black iron spike things on the top of each ornate iron stake and as I walked along it I eventually came upon an open gate - an entrance - not far from where I was parked.
So what do you do?
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I entered. It was a cemetery - centuries old - and there were grave markers in 'certain sections' that were from another time and place. In rows and overgrown and sometimes with paths between them and sometimes not and the plots all seemed 'sprit world possessed' and it was very foggy and eerily quiet like on that 'Dark Shadows' TV show.
And there were names on the grave markers - names that went right through me. Names from centuries past. Names that I've seen before.
I knew these people!
And so I just kept walking - slowly - all the while astonished. And I was the only soul around. The only one still standing. Or so I thought.
The paths all seemed to lead to a 'cemetery center' somewhere and that is where I wound eventually wind up.
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And then all of a sudden there it was - a monument right in the middle of everything. And the biggest one in the place. With a statue on top.
Stonewall Jackson!
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And then all of a sudden another fellow shows up on the opposite side of the statue. He just appears out of thin air as a twenty something guy. One of those Divine Assistants that I keep telling everybody about.
He was happily acknowledging my astonishment with the entire affair. And I WAS astonished. And he was probably there to deflect some stuff as well - they always show up for a reason.
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Because then suddenly …
WHAM!
Flanked. From out of nowhere. And heading straight for us - a tourist group from the far east. Six of them. Mixed adults. Coming down the path. And all of them loudly yakking it up in their native language. And all at the same time.
And LOUDLY.
And all at the same time!
And all of them laughing, laughing, and laughing. And cameras flashing a plenty. And all of them laughing. But the laughter was not of the merriment kind. And it was not at the weather.
IT WAS MEANT DERISIVELY ...
AND IT WAS AT EVERYTHING THEY WERE SEEING ...
INCLUDING STONEWALL JACKSON’S MONUMENT ...
FOR WHATEVER REASON.
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I don't think they like us.
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I just turned around and left. Just walked away. Before being overrun. And so, btw, did the Divine Assistant on the other side of the monument. But he, of course, could just disappear back into thin air.
But I couldn't!
Anyway now those old Hollywood movies -
like 'Pork Chop Hill' -
make more sense.
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When we combine this full-report with the full report pertaining to the previous and fiendishly orchestrated Chinatown hate crime event back in the early months of '93 in San Francisco . . .
I personally want Al Sharpton on the case immediately!