Friday, April 22, 2016

The Violent Man in Hohenbaden Castle

Visiting castles in Germany is one of my favorite things.  There's nothing more awe inspiring than standing inside an ancient castle and imagining what those walls have seen in their lifetime.  Most of the castles I visit are in ruins, which for some reason add to the appeal.  They all have so much energy, and so many spirits residing in them, that the places all seem to vibrate and hum.  When we pull up to a new site, I can always feel that vibration.  I can hear the spirits whispering and murmuring.  And I can see many eyes assessing me and my family as we walk toward their home.

Hohenbaden Castle, located in Baden-Baden, Germany, was one of the most memorable castles I've seen to date.   The ruins are massive, the castle itself was beautiful, and it had a special feature that was new to me: A dungeon.  Well, I'm assuming that's what it was.  The stairs we took went underground and inside it was dark and so thick with energy I could barely breathe.

The dungeon was a large room with a series of stalls that lined the right side of the wall.  I believe there were five stalls in all.  I could already pick up on the spirits in those spaces and asked my husband to take our son to explore while I did my own version of exploring.

I started with the first stall, the closest to the stairs.  I closed my eyes and immediately saw a woman close to my age cowering in the corner.  She was shaking and terrified and appeared to have been beaten.  Her old dress was stained and torn.  Her face was covered in blood and bruises.  Her bloody, scraped hands covered her frightened face.  She wasn't afraid of me, but of someone else hiding in one of the other stalls.  Great.

I braced myself and entered the second stall.  No one there.  The third stall: Bingo!  I call this man "The Rapist."  He was disgusting and awful and so, so violent.  It has been a year since I stepped foot in that dungeon and I still feel sick when I think of him.  He had long, dark stringy hair that covered his face.  His eyes appeared black and hollow.  He was well over 6 ft in height, and he was very muscular.  He looked like he had a very tough profession when living. 

 I let out a slow breath and waited for him to react to my presence.

He was clearly not happy that I was in his space.  He called me a whore, spat at my feet, and towered over me.  I stood my ground, knowing that he wasn't powerful enough to actually inflict harm.  He yelled, threatened to rape me like the "slut in the first stall", and then tried to physically assault me.  He grabbed at my hair to pull my head back.  He punched at my face.  He tried to rip my clothes off of my body.  But then he was so confused as to why he wasn't able to actually touch me.  That seemed to enrage him even more.  He unleashed another series of attacks on me, all of which luckily had zero effect.  He eventually gave up, but not without showing me in a vision of what he would have done to me if he could.  That man was revolting and he sucked all the energy he could out of me.  I was exhausted and very angry by the time I left his space.  And I admit that I was shaken.

I could feel four other women in that dungeon with me; all were that man's victims.  It was sad because after my encounter with him I could see why they looked and felt the way they did.  It was horrible, and sad, and I couldn't take it anymore.  I used every ounce of energy I had to cross each and every woman over fully into the after life.  They walked through the bright light with so much relief that I couldn't help but smile.  

The disgusting man was standing in the doorway of his stall watching the whole time with a look of fear and awe in his face.  He appeared to be afraid of me now, and I even heard the word "witch" come from his mind.  When I was done helping his victims I turned to face him head on.  I smiled my brightest smile and told him "Now you can rot in here alone.  Utterly, and completely alone."  Then I spat at his feet and walked out of that dungeon forever.

And it felt good.

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