posted on Aug, 9 2007 @ 01:08 PM
This story happened during a visit to Germany back in 1986. It is an actual account of one of my life's experiences.
I was travelling with friends to Hamburg, Germany and we stayed in a flat that overlooked the river.The flat itself was several stories high and we
stayed on about the 3rd floor. There were connecting balconies on the outside of the building that were accessible through large 10 foot high French
When we arrived at the flat, the host took us on a tour of the place and showed each of us to the rooms we would be staying in. To the right side of
the front door was a room that struck me right off and I asked him "what about that room?", he just told me "oh you don't want to go in there".
Being the curious type I did not settle for his answer and pressed him to at least take a look. He opened the door and the room was empty except for
one of those folding wooden laundry racks standing in the middle with a sweater stretched out on it.The ceilings were at least 18 ft. high and
embellished with beautiful hand carved crown mouldings. The room was approximately 20X20.
I really wanted to stay in it and at first he refused. He told me that it would not be good as it has been vacant and no one goes in there. After
several failed attempts at convincing him to allow me to stay in it he finally agreed.
I set up a futon on the floor to the right side of the room in about the middle of the wall, depositing my luggage across the room to the left of the
The first couple of days we took off and toured around the country and traveled to the north of France and visited several different locations of
Exhausted, I retired to my room and decided to just relax and do a meditation before we all met for dinner that night. I began by doing a simple
Vipassana breathing exercise where you just relax on your back and watch your incoming and outgoing breath. At some point I saw a brilliant blue light
in the distance in the third eye region of my forehead. Naturally I began to breath into it, with each inhalation it got closer until finally I became
one with the source.
At some point the host entered my room and quietly left assuming I was in a deep state of sleep. Interestingly as he entered the living room and began
to speak in German to the other guests I could understand every word although I had never spoken a word of German before.
I could travel while in this state to anyplace I chose to go but that is another story. Let me also interject that I heard later each country has an
auric color to it and that Germany's happened to be blue.
At some point I came back to realize hunger and thirst, so got up to get a drink and look for a nibble in the kitchen which was right across the hall
from where I stayed. Against the wall was an old grandfather clock and the time was 2:30 am.
The following morning was like a cornucopia of delight as my friends went all out on the breakfast table. They put out everything you could imagine,
from jams and hot baked breads to fresh eggs served hard boiled on sweet little egg cups, to fresh fruits and the best hot drinks and coffee.
I asked them a couple of questions about what they had talked about the night before and they were stumped. They said they did not know I spoke
German, I said I don't. Well they told me they were all speaking in German to my surprise.
The visit was very normal as it goes however I did notice they had a couple of pets, a small dog and cat that would never come into my room but that
would jump on my lap as soon as I came out to the living areas. Now pets have always loved me but this was strange. I did not think anything about it
at first, but when I would carry them into the room they would fight desperately to escape.
The juice of this story begins now. I continued to experiment with the 'Blue Meditation" and most days I would retreat to my room and stay there for
many hours at a time. My friends and host began to think me very strange and I was still experimenting and did not tell them why I would stay in the
room for up to 10 hours at a time. You see the meditation was outside time as we know it. Now I do not know if it had anything to do with what
happened next or not but suffice it to say that it opened a part of my self that otherwise would have or should have remained dormant.
Although I loved visiting the local hot spots and dancing 'til dawn, I began to feel more like remaining in and practicing the meditation.
A few nights after arriving, I began to dream about an old woman who lived in the flat many years before, when it was new and a prestigious place to
live. At first the dreams were just snippets from her life. What I figured out about her and her life was this;
The old woman was bitter, paranoid and angry. She had been the wife of a soldier that was in command of the personal effects of the Nazi prisoners of
Her husband did very well and after the war had amassed a fortune which he turned into a steel business. He employed many men and was quite
Eventually he died and left his small little wife alone in the flat where I was now staying.
Having kept the secrets of her husband's life was enough to make her paranoid and angry. Yet again that is another story.
What did happen was that due to reasons we will not go into here, the couple never had a child. They did however have a nephew who was as rough and
sinister as his uncle who had left all the business to his partner and wife.
She had never set foot in the steel mill and had kept the right hand man of her husband to run the company, giving her an allowance that she never
She was the ultimate miser. Raising the nephew as poor and ragged as any of the poorest families in Germany during the pre Hitler era only caused him
to resent and loathe his aunt.
In the dream it was as if I would become the old woman. I would feel what she felt and knew her every thought. Each night a new part of the story
began to unfold, and each night I would awaken at precisely 2:30am. I would have to run from the room to shake off the dream and, not wanting to tell
anyone what was going on, began to become rather unpopular as my friends and host thought I may be mentally unbalanced, depressed or worse. My looks
had changed from a fresh young college look to a tired, thin and pale one with obvious dark circles and my attitude was becoming even darker.
One night prior to awakening at the same time, I was dreaming about the nephew, I saw him through her eyes as she peered out the glass of the French
doors at the ground level where she watched as the nephew came in in his usual after work drunken loud obnoxious manner, stumbling up the steps to
toward the front of the building.
She went over to the door of her room and made certain the lock on her door was secured.
The nephew came in and as he most often did began to rap on her door shouting obscenities through the door to his aunt to come out. In fear and
distrust she as always of late ignored him and instead carried her frail carriage to the bed on the right side of the room at about the middle of the
The nephew was friends and confidant with the neighbors next door, across the hall and had began to devise a plan to rid themselves of the old
unwanted aunt and to redistribute her hoards of money into his greedy hands.The neighbors were part of the plan as they were as greedy as the nephew
and at the promise of a life of luxury were very content to go along with what ever the nephew wished for them to do.They would sometimes sit for
hours sharing a bottle and making their plans for the future.
They had decided that on the final night the nephew would cross over to the balcony from outside the aunts room and enter to kill her in her bed as
she slept with a pillow over her shrunken wrinkled face.
It was a little scary crossing over as there was about 3 ft. between the balconies, but he did it with ease. Shaking and pushing on the doors,
rattling loudly, it woke me up, I dashed from the room and the time was 2:30am.
The next night as I slipped into the old woman, I could feel her energy like a dark gray cloud over my soul. She was insistent on entering my body to
free her self from her dark world into mine. I watched as the familiar scene unfolded and felt helpless as I slipped into the old woman once again.
This time the nephew was knocking at the door and saying in a sickly sweet voice, "Auntie, please open the door for me, will you please ? I have your
favorite tea and some fresh bakery bread just like you used to enjoy...:" The old woman thought for a moment about her hunger and tea did sound good,
but still unsure she listened as her nephew continued to beg from the other side of the locked door.Finally the old woman deciding that it had been
ages since she knew the company of anyone, decided to open the door.
There stood the nephew with a steaming hot cup of tea and a small saucer of bread. She cautiously opened the door and allowed him in. They sat on the
side of her bed and he spoke softly and warmly asking that she trust him and allow him to be the only living relative in a way that they both were in
need of. Something in the old woman told her to run him out, to not trust him or anyone, that he only wanted what she would not give. Placing the tray
beside her he waited as she decided to take the tea. The old woman raised the cup and drank deeply in trust and instantly grasped her bleeding gums,
catching the first of the entire mouth full of teeth that were to fall, she looked up into his now laughing twisted dark face and knew, it was over.
I awoke screaming in pain and agony unable to shake the presence of death that surrounded me. Sitting up on the side of the futon grasping my mouth
and letting go of the panicked feeling as the acid burned down my throat and watching as the entire inside of my mouth fell into my steaming hot
hands, I looked up to see the dark gray cloud above my head. It was attempting to enter my very soul. It needed me,was giving all it had to enter me,
to exact the revenge she wanted for the nephew.
In a state of partial paralysis, I struggled to get up and run from the room. The clock read 2:30am.
The host woke me the following morning on the couch in the living room. At breakfast I finally told everyone what had happened and astounded, they
asked me who had told me that story? Insisting that someone in the building had told me about the old woman who had committed suicide by drinking
laced tea, I freaked! It turned out that it was common knowledge what had happened although the official story was considerably different than my
The host also shared with me the fact that when he bought the flat, that the men he hired to paint the place had left in the middle of the job never
to return and would not give any reason why they left all of their equipment, paint, ladders and supplies in the room where I had stayed.
I figured that the pets would now return, so taking first the dog and placing him down on the floor , he sniffed around and then casually walked out.
I thought, well, thats better. Perhaps it was all some strange connection because of the meditation? Perhaps it simply opened my cognition to the
sensitivity of the death and the energy of it. Having had experiences with spirit entities prior to this, I figured perhaps all is well now.
That night I awoke to the old woman screeching at me , the French doors rattling and sounding as if someone was attempting to bash them in. I tried to
jump up to run out of the room and when I opened my eyes, I saw the dark gray cloud swirling like a storm over my head. The face of the woman
contorted and angry, she was getting closer to me and I was frozen! I could not move, my body was paralyzed. Lying on my back I shouted out for my
higher self, for my Master. The rattling stopped and I was able to run out of the room, the time was 2:30am.
I understood that the woman was miserable and that she actually plotted to enter a body to exact her revenge.`I had to do something to stop her, but
how? I couldn't possibly do it alone, I would need help.
Talking to my friends girlfriend I explained that we were going to have to do an exorcism of sorts. We would have to hold a ceremony to rid the flat
of her presence and help to transcend into her next life. No one would help, and they insisted that I stay out of the room entirely. That night after
everyone had gone to sleep I slipped into the room with 4 white candles.
I had discovered a spot on the floor during my stay that looked as if it had been previously burnt. This was where i decided to place the candles.
Setting one candle in each direction north south east and west, I lit them while praying to the directions and to the elements. At once the blue light
that I had been experimenting with surrounded me and the winds began to rush around me as if the doors were wide open. I saw in the distance an old
man sitting by the rivers edge in meditation as the evening sun was setting. I was part of a crowd of young boys running wild in the old streets of
someplace in India. We ran up on the man and began to throw rocks at him, laughing and criticizing him for being a poor beggar. It got out of control
and one of the rocks thrown hit him in the temple and the man slumped down into the river and drifted away.
Crying from the depths of my soul as I realized I had killed my Master in a past life! I had never forgiven myself and was controlled by my guilt. I
did not have the power to exercise this spirit when I myself was so full of my past transgressions.
The winds had stopped and the candles burned calmly as I sat down and began to go inside to connect with my inner self. My deepest core of being
needed to be forgiven. But to whom do I ask forgiveness? It was at that point I had the realization that "I" had to forgive me.That I had carried
this energy with myself through life times.
Tears flowed not only from my eyes but seemingly from every pore in my being.The tears were all I had to cleanse my soul.
When it was finished, I rose up and stood facing the candles knowing that I now had the strength to complete the task.
Calling upon the elements from nature to help, to join me in sending the widow back to point where she would begin again.
The French doors flung open and a dark storm seemed to envelope the room. I walked over and shut the doors and as I turned back around the room had
become engulfed in the dark gray matter, swirling around the room again.The old woman was determined that her infinity of hate was enough to win this
battle. Calling for her to transcend into the next realm, she swooped down and began attempting to enter my body. It felt as if a stiffening of my
limbs prevented me from moving, so closing my eyes I moved into the blue light as a source of protection and safety.
All at once the screeching sound was deafening and I felt as if I lost all equilibrium, not sure which direction was up like a diver that has gone too
deep in the ocean, I called on my Master to help me.
The room became silent, the candles burnt out, I looked around the room and all was calm. I walked out of the room, it was 2:30am.
The next day I was preparing to leave to go back to the States, I had taken the futon and my belongings back into the room the night before because I
knew, the room was now 'clean'. As soon as I opened the door the pets came rushing into the room and jumped up on the futon and my suitcases as if
to give further proof the room was indeed clean.
him? I know he has the old steel mill still to this day. And I know he knows the truth. As he
suppose climbed the ladder of success, I wonder how often he worried about the truth getting out?
I have often wondered about the nephew and what he would think if he knew what I know about how he eliminated the only people that really knew the
truth long ago. And now who knows?
Minor edit as requested by author
[edit on 9/8/07 by masqua]