Resurrection (Mary) Cemetery 7
The gloomy and overcast October 1st morning provided an idyllic backdrop for my return to the older section of Resurrection Cemetery ...The stately trees that liberally adorn the grounds there were now tempered with tints of orange, amber and magenta leaving little doubt that the encroaching fall weather would inevitably transform them into a myriad of autumn colors before rendering them as gaunt, skeletal and barren stalks for the duration of the winter months ahead...
There is a certain sense of surrealism that many experience upon making their paranormal pilgrimage here that does not diminish with time or frequency of return visits ...The story of Resurrection Mary has become shrouded in antiquity as the years go by and the legend is further complicated by controversy amid factions that contend the legendary apparition was in life; Mary Bregovy and now those that are steadfast in their belief that it was in actuality; Mary Miskowski (see link below)...Some speculate that whomever this woman was had some potent psychic or telekinetic abilities in life and that she may have not died immediately following that fateful hit and run that left her for dead that evening...this in conjunction with being scorned by her date that left her in this predicament and already anguished emotional state as she clung to life on that cold, damp roadside served to further exacerbate her outrage before she finally perished there alone, abandoned, violated and cold... and the psychical energy released left an imprint that seems to keep calling this spirit back to relive the torment she felt that evening... is this the torment that drives Chicago’s seminal spook to relive that evening in an interactive act of residual repetition...What compels this earth-bound entity to retrace her fateful steps along Archer Avenue and in defiance of the of usual residual haunting M.O. and acknowledge the living by way of hitchhiking rides or manifesting at The Willow Brook Ballroom to dance with unsuspecting Halloween dance attendees in her diaphanous white gown with the long trailing dress that her flowing pale tresses and willowy frame probable made her spectral in appearance even on that Autumnal evening that claimed her ephemeral life long ago... On the other side of the fence; is her posthumous recalcitrance indelible etched in the physical burial boundaries of Resurrection?...Perhaps the rage she feels at her confinement within the gates of the cemetery burns so fiercely at times that it had left her fingerprints inexplicably burned into the iron gates ...an inexplicable phenomena that to this day defies logical explanation and almost every time I have returned to Resurrection Cemetery . there is some new bizarre bends in the iron front gates that keep returning regardless of the vigilance the cemetery management to repair or replace the bars...most of you probably know this story as this haunting has been ongoing since the 30's but seems to have tapered off since archer Avenue was resurfaced in the mid 80's ...has “Mary” finally been released from here earth bound agony by way of medium intervention, environmental changes, natural dispersion of once her once powerful pent up psychical energies by the simple passage of time?...I have trouble reading this site because it is such an auric blend of mixed spiritual signatures ...some benign other not so much ...I love the historic significance associated with the older section there ...the weathering and eroding of a few of the statues has transformed some of them from iconic symbols of Christian allegory to almost fiendish looking disfigured, shrouded ghouls while others remain unchanged in their timeless beauty ...as I was opting for the best angle to shoot one of the more awe inspiring markers, I lamented out loud how “beautiful” this particular Madonna statue was ...I heard a woman’s voice echo the sentiment “yes that is one of my favorites”...
more on the net:
A good video docu-drama short:
WHO WAS RESURRECTION MARY?:
Theory & Conjecture into the Past of Chicago's Favorite Ghost:
halfhandshuffle:anthrax/MWC:My Dinner With Anthrax
The apparent absence of Resurrection Cemetery night photos on the net coupled with the damp, chilled, mid October evening and my escalating obsession with the Resurrection Mary legend. was enough of a motivation to return to that famous stretch of Archer avenue...the bar across the street provided an ample parking opportunity as the gravel lot was only filled to under half of it’s capacity on this particular Columbus Day Monday night, and a glimpse inside the front window revealed a rather sedate congregation of local patrons watching the Jets at Miami thus reminding me I forgot about Monday Night Football (doh )... And based on the dour expression exhibited by the lone smoker staring into darkened expanse beyond the green fence across the street, I opted to forgo the likely cliched inquiry about him “looking for Mary?”....
I decided to back track along the sidewalk to the Bethania border and in adherence to the law and the clearly posted “No Trespassing” signs mounted intermittently along the fence line, I overcame the overwhelming urge to hop over her fence and wade into the darkness beyond ...some of you that have had to venture into dangerous neighborhoods, participated in extreme sports, worked in law enforcement, served in the military or just lived on the edge, know just how addicting the adrenaline rush can be to commit these seemingly victimless and innocuous infractions... but if any of you have spent any time in Chicago or Cook County lock-up you may find yourself less inclined to satiate the thirst for excitement when it becomes decision time ...The choice was not only a responsible and rational one, but one that offered a period of retrospection and perhaps a degree of introspection as I walked along that damp road side parallel to the green oxidizing fence of Resurrection, making my way north to the front gates where I hoped for some good pictures before doubling back pausing only for a few zoomed shots of the mausoleum across the fountain spewing pond that adorns the northeast side of the front gates ...As I made my way back southeast I had to wonder what it must be like to be a discarnate spirit committed to a corporeal seeming geographical consignment until a certain indeterminate criteria is met for emancipation ...I could almost feel the destitution and helplessness she must feel as I contemplated her plight, the darkness and the fall frigidity made it all that more tangible ...and even as I am at a complete comfort level with my masculinity; the heterosexual bore that I am prohibited me from wearing a flowing white gown to make the experience that much more palpable ...plus I doubt that I would have been as successful hitch hiking either ...the North Side near Wrigley Field maybe, but not here ...
And sure I have had several instances where I have been curtly informed that “Mary” and been released by a PI team medium and this was an absolute FACT because she said so ...of course when I pressed for additional details from the spiritual intervention that allegedly took place and the long disputed identify of Mary that was certainly revealed if this person was so certain of Mary’s release; I was met with hostility and a subsequent banning from an inconsequential forum as predicted ... apparently one must have “spoken at a paranormal convention to be taken seriously in this community” LOL...sure it’s funny but it gets old after a while...
I used several different exposure and ISO settings as it has become my M.O. during night excursions, so this is why there are differing textures and lighting variants present in these shots.
Here are the unedited (compressed to 1MB) photos from my 10-12-09 night visit (72 total) ....b