The Spirits Of Roselane And The Springhill, Nova Scotia Mining Disaster Of 1958 (Part 5)

Strange Happenings in Springhill . . . (Spirit Contact and EVPs Captured in Home)

In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia, deep in the dark of the Cumberland Mine . . .

I couldn't figure out what was going on. I would be in my bedroom either working or reading or just relaxing, and the energy would shift. It would still, as if it had just suddenly come to a stop.

I mentioned these incidents to a psychic friend, and he said, "Maybe a ghost or a spirit is trying to make contact with you." That thought had never crossed my mind. I did not put much stock in our conversation until a few nights later, when I felt the sensation again. I was very tired so sent a mental message that I was just too exhausted at that point but would be open to future contact.

One week later, I was settling down for sleep when the sensation came again. I decided to try my friend's suggestion and said, "I'm here. I'm listening. What do you want to tell me?"

In my wildest dreams I did not believe I would get a response. Imagine my surprise when a male voice immediately cried: "Help me! Help me!"

I was so startled, I shot up in bed. I tried very hard to hang on to him but could feel him slipping away, rapidly--as if he was vanishing back through some sort of conduit. We both desperately tried to hold on to that connection--but it was severed, almost as soon as it had formed.

And I knew exactly what had happened. I had been relaxed, in the Alpha level of the mind, where intuition and psychic ability are readily accessed. In my surprise, I'd snapped to attention and had gone into Beta, the conscious level of the mind--and lost that tenuous connection to him.

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Other impressions remained, however. I knew he was a Springhill miner, he was trapped, that it was very dark and damp. And that he was so alone. Imagine being trapped in the dark . . . underground . . . alone? It would have been less traumatic for him if he'd had another miner nearby or heard other miners around him but the impression that came in was that, at that particular moment, he was alone. I also knew that he knew that he wasn't going to get out of the mine alive--his outpouring had been involuntary, one born on the wings of despair and desperation.

I had heard about the Springhill mining disasters after moving to Nova Scotia but hadn't given these events much consideration. Now, these tragedies were frequent visitors to my thoughts.

I mentioned the experience to my daughter, Selena, still reeling from the overpowering sensations I'd picked up from the miner. "This fellow was trapped," I told her. "He was so alone." I knew that he still thought he was down in the Springhill mine, that he hadn't passed over--as often occurs when people die in accidents or traumatically.

I decided that I would go into the sub-conscious level of the mind and see if I could learn more about him. I'd been practicing the Silva Method so knew how to go down into trance, to access phsychic information. Surprisingly, I received more information. I got his first name, Ralph, and the year, 1958. I also felt the number 600, which I believed could be indicative of something to do with the mine.

I checked online and found information about the Springhill mining disasters and learned that the third one--what is called a bump--had occurred in 1958. I hunted up the song lyrics for the Springhill Mine Disaster of '58. Sure enough, towards the end of the song, the number 600 was mentioned:

Listen for the shouts of the barefaced miners

Listen through the rubble for a rescue team

SIX HUNDRED FEET of coal and slag

Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam

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We decided to check out the Miners Memorial in Springhill. It was a chilly day so my daughter went over to the stone obelisks while I waited in the car. When she returned, she said, "I see a Rolph, Mom, but no Ralph." I thought that over; then said, "No, the name was Ralph. I'm certain of it. Are you sure you took a close enough look?" She nodded and we left.

A month passed. One day, I parked near to the Springhill Library, then got out of the car, and braving the cold, made my way over to the Memorial. I was drawn to, could feel which obelisk contained the listing of names for the year 1958. I looked at the names and there he was! I'd found my Ralph. And now, I knew a little more: I knew his last name.

Strange Coincidence in Parrsboro

In November, I went down to Parrsboro for a Christmas dinner and in the Legion Hall, crowded with a couple hundred people, I happened to be seated next to a woman who looked at me and did a double-take. I wondered at her strange look but figured she was unfriendly, so I turned and visited with the couple on my right. Later, she and I got chatting. She confided that I'd given her quite a start. It turned out, I was a dead ringer for her neighbor's daughter.

And I just knew . . . sensed it was somehow connected to Ralph. I asked after her neighbors, hoping she would divulge the name. Sure enough, she said the family who had lived next to her in the Two Islands area were the -------. This family was related to Ralph's family up in Springhill!

Copyright, Athlyn Green, 2007

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Author's note: subsequent activity in my home led to three paranormal investigations by Maritime Paranormal, which yielded a number of surprising EVPs. The spirits in my home responded to statements made by the paranormal team and intelligent responses were recorded. My home was later designated "haunted."

• 1st investigation EVPs

• 2nd Investigation EVPs

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