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.
I leave this place to bring M. and E. here. They are surprised and curious. When we touch the tree together, a powerful sense of euphoria overwhelms us. I hear that singing bird again. A name starting with the letter "G" comes to me, an Eastern one, like Gennadija. And M. hears the name Nadya and also sees a little old woman in a scarf! M. asks the her for help and support, but she also does something that surprises me, but flows completely naturally from her: she asks the shepherd what she can do for her. She receives the answer that she would need flowers and a lit candle. We go to the meadow, pick wildflowers and herbs for her, and light the candle when we return home.
We return to the tree and offer the gift of these flowers. We feel grateful and moved, even shedding a few tears. The Whisperer says to M., "Hello, Sister!" I see the old woman's smile, almost toothless, but full of warmth and joy. M. and E. inherit their grandmother's and great-grandmother's witching abilities, perhaps still hidden and undisclosed.
We emerge from this astonishing place, charged with incredible magical energy. Our fatigue has vanished, and we feel the power to act, to transform our lives and move on to the next stage.
