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.
I stand inside the object, touch the columns, close my eyes, and become still. I don't have to imagine anything; the vision flows naturally. The longer I stand there, the more I hear and feel the rising wind and the rustling of the old trees on my body. I sense energy flowing from the outside into the center of the circle of columns, converging and shooting vertically upward in a powerful beam. A spiral—a vortex—appears in the sky, and the energy flows straight into its center. I'm reminded of the sanctuary in Trzebnica, where, on the top of the Stations of the Cross Hill, I detect a similar column of strong energy. I wonder where it's coming from and why, and at that very moment I notice a single figure standing below the object. I laugh because he looks like a real wizard from fairy tales: he wears long navy blue robes and a pointed hat, his clothes are shimmering with star patterns, and he holds something like a wand in his hand. He directs this energy; he has a purpose, but for the duration of the vision, I can't quite figure out what it is. I spin, fly around the mausoleum, and try to change my perspective, but the wizard remains standing in the same place below: in a marshy depression that was once a pond. I step into the center of the energy column, try to integrate with it, spreading my arms. I feel a surge of power, as if I could command the forces of nature, especially the wind, a sort of Hi-Man 😆.
I think the mausoleum and the wizard are no more than 200 years old, no more; it's certainly not medieval or ancient. I look for any earlier signs, and my attention turns to the ancient, large trees growing around. I see a group of druid priests in white robes, performing rituals connected to nature here. They are the original owners of this place; the mausoleum was built hundreds of years later.
I emerge from the vision and the mausoleum and cleanse myself with light. I find a coin on the ground and throw it towards the pond, perhaps for the magician? I continue my journey, but the entire time I remain under the influence of a strange energy. And I'll have to repair my camera or buy a new one: that's the souvenir I'm taking with me.
BTW: I did not sense any graves or human remains on or below the hill.
BTW: see article: UFO, UAP, Disclosure! I'm surprised by the similar shape of the stone circle!
