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.
In the room I identify one real (living) person who is followed by a "procession of souls": also gray and helpless, almost like zombies. They are even less conscious than the whole crowd of souls around them. They seem to be completely dependent on the person they are following in a long line, and she is probably happy that she has so many admirers and derives some benefit from it.
I try to communicate with the souls around me, but they don't understand me, they don't have higher consciousness, they behave like mindless moths flying to a shining lamp, but not to the right one. My attempts to make them realize that they can leave this place, that their time has long ended and that they can go to the divine light, come to nothing. I don't want to interfere in their fate by force and against them, nor do I want to interfere in the relationship between the aforementioned person and their procession.
I surround myself with light from the Source, spread my non-physical wings and wave them towards the crowd of souls, I create a "spiritual wind" that blows away the gray dust from them. Those who stand closest to me first become transparent, then they start to shine a little, their vivid colors also return for a moment. However, it does not last very long, after a while they are like gray moths again.
Since I know a bit about the history of this building and I know that the owner is trying to "disenchant" it and is looking for help, I am interested in improving the local energy. It occurs to me that I can gently redirect this crowd of souls, that no matter where they are coming from or where they are going. I will just change their route so that it goes not through the center, but next to the building. The safest place is the Vistula River itself and it is to this bed that I move them. From now on, when new batches of wandering souls arrive, they will avoid the building.
Probably some of these grey souls unknowingly "stick" to other living people and draw energy from them, they are like mindless leeches. At least in one case a living person had to be thoroughly cleansed, because for the next days after visiting this building they experienced an energy crash and other negative effects.