Places of power, spirits, souls

First circle (No. 5).

I walk to the stone circle and sit on the bench. I feel euphoria, positive energy flowing, I feel chills and cold on my neck and back. I immediately join the circle, I see people: men and women in bright robes, no one is armed. This is a whole tribe of 200 people, they stand in an elongated circle or chain around the stones. I ask if they are willing to treat me and they nod. The entire assembly is focused on a common goal, the common good. I enter the center of the circle, there are fresh offerings on the stones: ears of grain, mushrooms and berries. I feel very good here.

The official name of the circle, which I will read later on the map: Meeting Circle.

We enter the hermitage, surround the church from the outside, I go inside and take photos. There is nothing special about it, standard church art, recently refreshed. 

Outside there is an altar made of stones, a square and benches. We cross the square towards the benches to sit down. Immediately after entering the square, heavy energy hits us, weighs down our legs, pulls us down, and takes away our strength. We say it out loud almost at the same time. We sit down on the bench and I start to investigate what this is all about. I sense a group of beings surrounding us, not people or human souls, e.g. after death, they look like transparent vertical elongated balloons or rounded translucent white cylinders. They are impudent, emotionless, they consume energy without asking for permission, they are used to it, as if they had been doing it forever. I imagine that all people praying in this place in concentration are donors of their energy to these entities.

This is quite an unusual report, because it concerns a very interesting episode in a Tibetan Buddhist center.

I'm standing outside at the stupa-stove, Geshe is pouring food from a container onto the fire. I feel power flowing into me, it fills me, I straighten, I grow, I spread my wings. Geshe pours food on the fire. I close my eyes, I see in my mind's eye shadows-ghosts appearing and emerging from under the ground. These are more nature spirits, definitely not human. They look like dark strands of smoke, like aloe leaves with pointed tips, they curl and move like smoke or seaweed. They are happy that Geshe feeds them, they are satisfied, they are waiting for it. They only come for this food. They stand in a circle around the stove and us, but I don't feel them behind me because my wings are spread there. I fly above my head, viewing the scene from above. I fly above the forest, a quick shot above the Earth's atmosphere and back. I imagine the ground surface as a glass pane, I jump down into the Earth, I see everything from below. Smoke ghosts come out from under the surface, they are around me. I'm going back to my body.

Stone circle in Lębork. I am struck by the energy of the group of women who were tortured here during World War II. Their souls want to continue to live, they draw life energy from people, especially women. There is a lot of anger and regret in this. I try to lead some of them away, but they are fixated on prolonging their existence, as if they wanted to experience more and more. I leave them alone, their time to rest will finally come.

Ślęża: Sobótka Mountain. It is a place as magical as it is tragic. 

When it comes to magical power, it still retains its ancient emanation of energy, for which the Slavs came here as if to a holy place. They built stone ramparts, and there are also several pre-Christian sculptures. 

During one RV session I saw a chamber inside the mountain and the hibernated body of a creature lying there in a sarcophagus. It reminded me of Anunnaki, i.e. ancient "gods". I wonder if the energy I'm receiving comes from the Earth's energy or from this being.

I sense that during the forced Christianization in the 10th century, the rulers and the Church murdered a large number of Native Americans here . Unfortunately, I feel fear, pain, sadness and grief for the dead, so it is not pleasant to be there at all. The new authorities and faith built their churches in many similar places, somehow taking over the previously holy places of worship (e.g. Łysa Góra). New temples therefore stand on the shed blood and bones of victims. 

The whole is complemented by a huge tower with television and radio transmitters standing on the top of the mountain. Its radiation is so strong that my EMF meters go crazy and the waves almost fry my brain. For this reason too, I advise you to leave this place quickly.

There is also a new report from the RV session about Ślęża and its secrets:

Stone circle of the Goths in Grzybnica (Koszalin Voivodeship).
I enter the large circle (second in a row). Outside I feel the spirit - figure of a warrior standing, he is wearing chain mail, a helmet - helmet, and in his hand he holds a long sword, more Celtic than Roman. He is like a father to me, he supports me with advice and shares his life experience, it is a mixture of wisdom, strength and bravery. Its influence on me remains active for at least half a year.