Places of power, spirits, souls

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 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.

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 mysterious mausoleum – a columned rotunda near Trzebiechów. I have no expectations for this structure, but once I get there, it turns out something strange is happening there. I feel different somehow, and my old camera is breaking down. I take photos with my phone; at least it works. I decide to capture a brief vision, as much as I can during my long vacation trip.

This is my vision from a room inside an old building by the Vistula River in Praga, Warsaw. Previously, the Jabłonowska Railway line ran here, closed shortly after the war.

I sit with my eyes closed, I don't feel well here, I don't understand the turbulent and chaotic energies that surround me. I try to feel what's going on here. Only after a long time does everything become clear in my head and I start to feel calm. First I see dozens or even hundreds of crowded gray souls, they are thin, wasted, dusty, their heads are down, they wear gray coats and workers' hats. I associate them with workers from an old factory from the times of World War II. These people are enslaved, driven from one place to another, maybe transported. They feel the same as they look: a gray, crowded mass. I don't feel the energy of death on the premises of the building and around it, there are no cemeteries here either, souls only come and go.

Another article from the "soul" series 👻. I was asked to determine whether the soul of the deceased owner "Z" is still in the house, because on one of the floors, the inhabitants hears knocking and creaking. There is also a suspicion that the soul is negatively affecting the lives of the residents. Here are the results of the investigation, or RV session. The result is that the soul that was attracted to this place was "released" and could continue to flow into the spiritual world and experience natural development, and it also stopped influencing people. I also received confirmation of the details of my vision from residents who knew "Z".