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If Walls Could Talk

Ghosts, light humour and serious beliefs, item 14

“If walls could talk …” I guess someone came up with this expression at the same time as if “walls have ears.” These two somehow seem to go together, don’t you think?

Anyway that’s not what I want to talk about.

Some people are worried about wall listening in on them and then telling stories, I was worried when I heard stories, terrifying stories, ones about skulls talking.

So let me tell you about what happened.

Portugal is a wonderful ancient country which is full of beautiful buildings, although I was surprised by the sheer number of monuments, churches and historic locations, the greatest impression was made by one chapel.

After starting in Lisbon I ended up in Evora via Setubal, next to the entrance of Church of St. Francis it awaits visitors and it is called the Chapel of Bones.

Once I laid my eyes on it I realized why it is called that, I never thought to see so many skulls and bones in one place. Even though the land is a holy place, I felt a disturbance, something like sorrow mixed with agony and anger. The whispering of 5,000 souls, their cries, their screams, yes they were talking to me, but I couldn’t understand their words.

Their language was unfamiliar to me, but even if I could understand the language, I would be very unlikely to hear any story clearly and the words were indistinct and overlapping.

Thinking that I may be losing my mind I went back out into the fresh air and waited for someone else to come along so that I didn’t have to re-enter the chapel alone. After a while two monks entered the chapel and I followed them in wondering if they too would hear the whispering.

They didn’t, probably since they only came to pray but I couldn’t hear anything either, perhaps their talk to God gave some rest to those poor souls.

After they finished they silently went out and I was standing there, wondering if I was nothing but delusional, perhaps caused by the interior of the place. I knew I had creative imagination, but I had never had such an experience before.

Just as I was about to leave I heard the voices one more time.

They were calm, at peace, and they talked as one. I understood few terms they said: “laus deo,”, “ora pro nobis,”, “dirige nos, Domine.” I was sure praying had some sort of healing effect on them.

I promised to pray for them every day in my life I hope it will help them.

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