my future work has been assigned. i am a passionate taphophile, deal with it ;)

I was in the cemetery yesterday afternoon, alone, and was reminded of how great I feel when I am in a cemetery. I feel spiritual, I feel focused, I feel inquisitive, I feel aware of many things on many different levels of the reality I live in. Being in a cemetery is like being in church to me. A cemetery truly is a gateway between both worlds, the living world that we see with our eyes and walk in with our feet, and a place where openings to the otherworld - the world beyond death have been created. What fascinates me about this fact is that so few people recognize this, or realize it. What I have learned from spending obsessive amounts of time in cemeteries is that by letting your imagination wander while in one is that you are being prompted by energies beyond what are just found in this world of the living, prompted by spirits, ghosts and angels and yes, perhaps even demons to contemplate what will happen to your own soul after you die. Many people are incapable of handling the intensity of these questions and rightly avoid going into cemeteries. It takes a unique type of bravery to enter into these spiritual gateways, whether it's bravery or foolhardiness, do not be afraid. You may not realize for a very long time what has drawn you to spend time here. I have heard my soul tell me many, many times over the past decade about a literal calling I've been under for having developed this passion for visiting cemeteries. I am passionate about the experiences I have in cemeteries. Taking photos in them, for the sake of art is my first assumption - but I'm realizing more and more in recent visits that the simple act of photo taking goes much further than the simple creation of artistic images. Each image I capture is charmed with the power to open up the consciousness of the viewer to become able to travel through a visual vortex into the other world. My obsession, my discovery has become transferred into these images. This is a real place. There are real energies here. If you gaze into my photographs and let your mind wander, pay slight attention to what it is that comes to mind. Are you reminded of a relative of yours that has passed away? Do you think about your own future and consider what it is you would like to have done with your human remains? Do you react with fear, or distaste? Or do you see some form of beauty? You don't need to make notes, or write a poem or a story and run and tell someone else. In fact, it's better if you keep your ideas to yourself. At least until you get some sense of balance and understanding of what you are going to do with all this new information. I didn't wait too long to come to terms with my obsession. It took me inside it's own heart right from the start - but this was not until I was in the 4th decade of my time here on earth. I had always had a drawing towards cemeteries but I was not to understand why until the right time came. I could not have done what I now do in cemeteries back in my 20s or 30s. I had not lived a lonely enough life back in those times yet. What I'm trying to get to the point of saying with this post is that after all I've done in this past decade, and after what I've done in this past year, I am now convinced that I have a unique and special calling. My passion about cemeteries, both artistically and in the creation of literature is the thing I have been born on this earth to do. I am of no worth to the world as a cashier in a grocery store. I do nothing in that capacity any different than the man standing next to me in line could do. But when it comes to the creative and spiritual study and interpretation of cemeteries, I have a vision different than anyone else on all of the earth. There is nothing more important that I can do in this lifetime but to continue to delve more deeply into this passion.