Lynn, the Miner

Lynn lived in the same vicinity of the Brenda valley as our friends Larry and Dotti. Brenda is about 90 miles West of Phoenix off Hwy. 10 in the Arizona desert. It is a great place to be in the late fall and early spring, and we usually like to find ourselves there, this year was no different. It was life as usual with Lynn who lived in this valley all year round. It takes a special kind of person to stay in the Arizona desert during the summer, and Lynn certainly had what it took. Most of the time you could find Lynn working her mine, something she dearly loved to do.

When we arrived for our visit, it wasn't long before we had an opportunity to talk with Lynn. She had been having some health problems with her lungs, but that had not deterred her from smoking or working at her mine. There were many of her friends that suggested that she take it easy for a while, and get some rest, to no avail..

It was hard to tell Lynn was sick, she always had a great tan and was an extremely strong individual, except when she coughed. "Lynn, I don't usually say this to people but I see you dissolving", I said. I continued to tell her what I was seeing. "If you do not take it easy right now, you may die. I know you may think I am really off base here, but I actually see you dissolving".

Lynn had known me long enough to know that my "seeing" is very accurate and although she did not brush me off, she didn't take it very seriously. Lynn really thought she was indestructible. I had done my part, and it was her responsibility to run her own life.

Three days later at about 12:30 a.m. in the morning, I awoke to a great pressure in my chest. I was gasping and choking and it truly felt like my world was coming to an end. I jumped up out of bed and went out of the motorhome, gulping for air.

Carol had also sat up and was complaining of a pressure on her chest and a feeling of foreboding. This lasted about 10 minutes as the symptoms dissipated slowly.

We were able to get back to sleep about 30 minutes later. We had not gotten an indication of where this had come from or what it was about. We knew something was wrong and were sure we would soon find out.

Morning came and we had just gotten out of bed in time to see Dave, a friend of Lynn's, running through the yard in a panic. He was yelling something incoherent about Lynn and was on his way to use the phone. I knew then that it was Lynn that I had felt during the night, and something was very wrong. I ran to get Dotti, who is a nurse, and we raced over to Lynn's property. It was to late, Lynn was already dead, and it appeared that she had been dead for quite a few hours.

Carol and I then knew for sure that it had been Lynn who had visited us the night before, in a panic, and dying of a heart attack. If she had only made us aware that it was her, we might have been able to help. She had spent the previous night stuck out at her mine, without food or water or blankets, totally unprepared due to vehicle problems. It had been a cold damp evening and this had greatly aggravated her condition. It appeared that during a coughing fit, trying to take her-Nitro Glycerin she had a heart attack.

Lynn has three children who live in New Hampshire, and two of the girls arrived the next day to take care of the details. Were they shocked when they took a look around the property! Lynn never threw out anything, actually she collected everything she could get her hands on. When you live in the desert, you never know when you are going to need something, and so it was with Lynn. The stuff she had accumulated only created a bigger problem, for she had left none of her paperwork in the obvious places, and the girls were overwhelmed to say the least.

Now, Lynn was a very active ghost, as active as she was in life. Many times I had to ask her to back off, since she was still carrying the symptoms of her dying and I was picking up on them. I finally had to contain her, a technique I use to keep spirits separated but still around. Lynn was NOT happy she was dead, and she was mostly concerned about who was going to get her mine.

Her two daughters soon came to me and asked for my help in finding the necessary paperwork to clear up the loose ends. I spoke to Lynn for them and she told me where to find the paperwork in question. She had hid it in the oddest places that would never had been found, and they were grateful for my help. After a week or so or of Lynn constantly nagging me about her mine, and totally intruding in my space, I sent her to the light. I had asked her to go a number of times but she was only concerned about her mine.

The valley is different without Lynn there, but we all remember her with fondness. Lynn's mine is happily owned by someone else and the cycle of life goes on.

 
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