I already gave a brief idea in a previous post about what Tyrone Sunken Gardens is like so I’ll spare you other than to say – imagine a wheel, with a white stone as its center, then with spokes of paving stones going out to four points. At the north and south are gates, if you will, and at the two sides there are ‘place’ stones that indicate area. The circle was once kept up but is no being overrun by the grass and weeds – too many years of abuse from local teens I fear, but we’ll get to that. Outside of the circle, to the north (i say this as a direction of vision, not true north, it’s forward from where you come in at) you pass through the other ‘gate’ and there is another stone, and then outside the circle, in the trees, is an abandoned shed. The closest thing I can say the circle reminds me of is a holy place, or, as a friend I was with said, like the Pet Sematary of the film and novel.
Ah, but there is a feeling of unease here. The place itself is so strange that it’s hard not to feel ill at ease as it is just so unfamilar, but there too is a feeling that was manufactured here. This manufactured feeling is due, I’d wager to the foolish and short sighted people who have decided that this stone garden was the perfect place for rituals. In and of itself, I wouldn’t care but, the problem is that some of these were obviously ‘black’ rituals and as such who can say what residue is left over? And what trash. I have been there more than a few times to find left over candles, or other trash, making me wonder what the people who were there hoped to conjure and whether they really thought they’d ever control something if they had been able to summon it.
I hadn’t been to Tyrone in a few years but it was as I remembered it. It’s so sad, to me, that such a beautiful place is so neglected and forgotten. I don’t doubt that a day will soon come when it is gone, and a shame that will be. This is the garden of stone, revisited, three years since I’d been to it, and cataloged for memory’s sake.
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Beyond the Sunken Gardens there is the cemetery. The cemetery is very nice but this too has a bit of creepiness to it, and for my money, it’s the life-sized religious statuary. Beautiful though these statues are, they show a strange sadness and darkness that seems a bit out of place here.
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