So the visit to Culross was as a result of a request from a friend that said they had found this Abbey at top of hill which was very creepy but doubted that myself and Daisy would even be able to walk up the steep hill to it. A challenge me thinks, half way up this hill I was ok, it was pretty steep but determined not to give up I pushed on after all my two knee replacements had given me the opportunity to walk again. Near to the top we happened upon a beautiful well maintained garden, that was open to the public. It was a warm sunny day and we took the opportunity to drink in the array of colourful flowers. I chose to sit on a bench and meditate, aware of the slight warm breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees which were all shades of greens, yellows and reds. The waft of the perfume from the nearby lilac, blue and white flowers left me totally relaxed as I watched butterflies, and the odd bee, harvest the pollen with chorus of bird song in the background. Nature the breath of life. Daisy had been wandering around taking photographs as usual and after she had finished we then ambled up towards the grounds around the Abbey ruins.
We had a quick wander around the grounds and I suspect that on another visit I may tap into some supernatural entity but not today. However a visit to the Abbey itself and the graveyard nearby was a different story. Inside the Abbey there were a few other sightseers, so myself and Daisy decided to sit on the front pew and wait until it was quieter. We didn’t chat but attempted to tune into the atmosphere. After about 10 minutes I became aware that we were the only ones left, a shaft of light suddenly appeared on the wall in front of us. My initial reaction was to turn around. I was expecting to see someone enter the church but there was no-one. Daisy witnessed the light too. I turned back and it appeared again. Orb like it moved across the wall from one side to the other. Again I turned around, was it someone opening the door, a car headlight , although it was daylight outside, but no nothing. There wasn’t even a window. Back to the wall and the Orb/light danced back up to the corner where it had originated from. We had a look around but could find no explanation for it. I am not religious but that was what I felt right at that moment.
The graveyard was next, when we left the Abbey we were surprised to see that there was no -one about, although still sunny the graveyard was very much in the shade. As we walked around I began to feel sick and felt that there was a strong presence, something negative, as if there had been deaths of a number of children. I also sensed that we were not welcome as if stepping on someone else’s territory, someone who oversaw the area. Further investigation needed here. Culross a hidden Gem indeed.
Rose x
After an exhausting climb up very steep cobbled street in warmth of the sunshine we reached a large wooden door which stood ajar inviting us in to what I only felt could be described as a secret garden. One which was full of colour peace and serenity. Rose sat down with her notebook chilling and drank in the atmosphere in the warm sun as I tried to capture the beauty of this natural almost wild but very carefully tended garden . I could have stayed seated on the little wooded bench in the quite of these beautiful surroundings gathering my thoughts for a long while had we not yet accomplish our challenge of reaching the top of this very steep hill and the Abbey.
A strange feeling indeed
We did as Rose describe both see the strangest white bright orb dance around these 4 chairs that sit at back of church that look down towards the Congregational pews. We had first entered the Abbey when it was very busy and full of noise so I had felt need just to sit on front pew beside the passageway to avoid crowds and after ten or so mins I realised Rose had joined me and we were now completely alone and peacefully silent. It was at that point we were both aware of light orb like movements we both started looking for anything that could have offered explanation for the bright flash of light. It was at that point whilst still sitting on the pew I felt a coldness at my side, a drawn draught like coldness one that I always feel when I think someone is observing me. I felt this was a small child, a boy quiet and inquisitive as he moved to sit behind me on pew to study me further. I could almost feel him curiously touch my hair from behind. Strangely I felt the Abbey was almost private as if we were intruding. It seemed a very spiritual sanctuary. The Abbey seemed like it had its own guard.
Daisy x
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