A vision from a journey thanks to 3 shamans: M, E, R and the sounds of 3 shamanic drums 🧙♀️🥁🧙♀️🥁🧙♀️🥁, in an amazing magical place (that's where I met Whisperer). It presents a way to transition to a better version of Earth and a better life for all of humanity.
A vision from a visit to a stone circle attributed to the pagan Galindian people , located in Długi Kąt (Warmian-Masurian Voivodeship). The site is located in a forest, surrounded by a wooden fence, and the circle itself is almost invisible; only scattered stones remain.
I enter the circle, sit down at one of the stones, and feel the energy of my surroundings. I see a single priest: he wears a hat that looks a bit Andean, a bit Sumerian, with a pointed peak, and long strips of cloth trailing down his ears. He's alone, with torches on tall poles around the circle. On a flat stone inside the circle, he's sacrificing an ox, cutting out the internal organs, and raising them up. There's a lot of bright red on the altar. I get the impression that this priest is alone, as if there were once about 20 people standing around this circle, but over time, fewer and fewer, until finally, only he remains. The priest realizes that he's the last of his line, the last of those who cultivate ancient traditions.
I stand before him in a luminous form, he sees me and treats me as God. It's unlikely we can speak to each other precisely because he is somehow intimidated or scared and isn't on an equal level of communication. So I convey my wishes for prosperity and well-being, but I sense that he's already drawn the line at life, that he thinks it's all over. I see his village surrounded earlier by horsemen, quite heavily armed, wearing long cloaks with black crosses, so they were probably Teutonic Knights. They eradicated all local religions, and he was the last one standing.
Megalithic Tombs in Wietrzychowice (Wikipedia): Kujawy Mounds, Kujawy Pyramids – enormous tombs, megalithic structures, known as Żółki or Giants' Graves. They were built in the late stages of the Younger Stone Age (ca. 3000–2200 BC), over a period of no more than 500 years. They demonstrate a relatively high level of architectural knowledge, the ability to use simple devices such as levers, and good organization of their builders' work. The orientation of the graves relative to the cardinal directions (east-west) indicates some knowledge of basic astronomy. Within the park is a megalithic cemetery consisting of five tombs, built by the Funnel Beaker culture.
My vision is quite brief; I devote very little time to each tomb. The energies aren't very distinct; they've long since disappeared, perhaps due to the complete excavation and reconstruction of these structures in the 20th century, unlike, for example, the Goth Circles (Węsiory - stone circles, Grzybnica - stone circle of the Goths). Neither souls nor the dead dominate here, and the whole thing radiates a rather positive aura.
A vision during a journey with a shamanic drum led by M. What is interesting is its quick creation, clarity, intensity and consistency with the perception of the second participant E.
The scene depicts an American Indian ritual around a fire and drum somewhere in the forests of North America, probably many hundreds or even thousands of years ago. Spirits of animals and deceased people appear, and I travel with them in non-physical form, receiving and integrating certain powers from them. The whole thing has a very positive tone, and everyone feels wonderful afterward.
Poland, the Polesie region, near Podlasie. M. and E. are walking along a path in a forested area, filled with magical details created by the agritourism owners. One of them is a sign describing the place where the house of Whisperer (a witch = the one who knows) once stood, of which there is no trace today. Something catches my eye among the trees; I notice shapes that don't fit the surroundings. I enter the thicket, approaching a column of dozens of branches or trunks growing and seemingly intertwined. I immediately sense an incredible energy filling the place. I touch the tree, and my senses narrow, focusing only on it and a single singing bird. I see an old woman, short, hunched, with a scarf around her head. It is she: the Whisperer. Her physical body is frail, but the surrounding power is powerful. At first, she defends this place, so I introduce myself, send her light and heart energy, express my respect for her and her home, and explain what I do. She calms down and accepts my presence, but I sense she's distrustful of men; she seems to have been wronged. She speaks to me through this chirping bird. I survey the surroundings physically and non-physically, and I see a long ditch nearby; her hut must have stood somewhere near it. I ask her to support my work and research, as we work in similar spiritual (or soul) realms.
A report from my encounter with the soul of the deceased "W". It consists of two elements: our shared journey along the luminous highway and my impressions of the funeral. My impressions are very similar to those I experienced while researching the purpose of incarnation and the Home of Souls: after physical death, souls return to their home, the "cloud," and share their adventures with friends. The purpose of incarnation is growth through experience.
Update: I'm adding another session where I visit this soul in a place that could be described as a hospital, a place of healing, or rehabilitation. It's not a happy place; the soul is consciously processing difficult emotions and moments from its past earthly life, but all for the purpose of healing.
