YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE IT..WHEN YOU HEAR IT..TO BELIEVE IT.
The first time I heard the voices... I was cuddled in my sleeping bag, enjoying the comfort of sleep as
it slowly enveloped my exhausted body. Goaded awake, I realized something was wrong and slowly raised my head to listen.
At first, I heard only the night’s dark silence.
Then… they spoke. The indistinguishable sounds...uttered from unseen mouths…. surrounded me. Voices were intentionally breaking the silence, and the voices were only a stone’s throw from my tent.
Forcing myself to overcome heart-skipping panic, I fought to make sense of the voices. Was I hearing voices whispering in conversations or was a united group performing a
ritual or chant?!?!
The constant sounds, impossible to identify, were everywhere. Huddled inside my tent, I was helpless to know their location or how many were involved in what sounded
like-- a “group” discussion.
I reached for my flashlight and, as quietly as possible, unzipped the tent’s opening. Expecting to see a number of Chinese
standing outside, I braced for a confrontation. With no means of protection, I must use the element of surprise. Hopefully, my presence would frighten these night visitors... assuming they were human.
Climbing out of the tent’s opening, I flooded the area with light—in all directions. Then, I quickly unfolded my long body to “Stand Tall” on the Great Wall’s dew-covered surface. It was important
to look fearless…and..strong-enough to over-power any and all.
Looking around, there was nothing to see. The voices had stopped; all was silent. My flashlight
searched the thick blackness and still… nothing. I sensed all-searching would be in vain.
All totaled, I heard the voices on seven different occasions. The
voices always spoke in a whisper and their sounds seemed to be delivered in unison---like a united chorus--without music.
These incidents happened near the beginning
of my Great Wall journey, when I was alone. And, the voices only visited me the nights my tent was atop the Great Wall’s surface. Several times, hearing the voices, I climbed out of the tent to shout greetings in English
and Chinese yet there was no response….only silence.
During the day,moving beside or on top of The Wall, I remembered the voices. And, I was reminded of
my experience with Harriet, the spirit who shared her house with me in New Jersey.There were many similiarities and, like Harriet, the voices meant me no harm.
to make sense of it all, I repeated the flashlight search each time I heard the voices... and like each time before…I seemed alone on The Great Wall.
ALL THE WALL, I remembered something I’d read years before, while researching the Great Wall:
“Ancient Chinese writings state that The Great Wall’s
indomitable strength is derived from its builders---scores of nameless men who suffered unbearable hardships while building The Wall.
has been estimated that sixty million Chinese died while constructing more than 10,000 miles (main wall and its tributaries) of The Great Wall. According to Chinese Tradition, the bodies of all who died while buildingThe Great Wall…
were buried in The Wall. Not only did those burials create the world’s largest cemetery, but they fortifiedThe Great Wall of China, enabling it to live- forever. “
Remembering the voices, I’m honored to have “met” the Wall’s many builders--- now a part of The Great Wall. I believe they stayed near me-- much-like an honor guard-- to sanction my first-ever journey
of The Great Wall of China.
PS. To learn more about Harriet...the spirit I grew to love and
respect in Shrewsbury, New Jersey... read my book, THE BEAUTY QUEEN. My incredible experience with Harriet made me a true believer in endless possibilities....the kind of possibilities that reach far-beyond life... and the living.