https://youtu.be/1-Xv_X0kgBw (wait for 30 seconds than read the story)
Written by Maria Anna van Driel
The pristine white snow creaks underneath his black shiny shoes while walking up to his car.
The feeling of a sad hesitation overwhelms him for a few seconds, “I am sorry my dear, but I cannot stay.”
He lays his leather gloves neatly on the dashboard in front of him as he always does.
Gazing at the fluffy white snowflakes swirling down on the windshield of the car, his mind wonders off, “Why does it have to be like this?” he whispers.
A tear is blurring his vision still; he can see how a thick slumbering fog is slowly crawling towards the car.
It all happened so fast; a loud female voice screaming his name, the sound of grinding brake discs during the emergency stop, the strange feeling of a delay in time when the car made several rollovers.
The next clear remembrance is that of the stressed voices of medical personal while gathering around his wife and police-officers being occupied with securing the area.
The screaming, yet almost unrealistic, sound of tearing up the metal as the fire brigade was cutting open the car wreck, is still echoing in the back of his mind.
All felt as a dream within a dream as he watched the brancard his beloved wife was lying on, was being carefully but with haste carried inside the ambulance.
In the distance he heard a male voice vaguely pronouncing his name as he felt a solid and tasteless object was being pushed into his throat what made it impossible for him to speak.
Watching a man wearing an oversized yellow outfit holding a bag of clear liquid up in the air, a feeling of silent solitude but not loneliness, was rising as his body was lifted up.
His head slowly slides backwards into a soft pillow while the people around him started to move in slow-motion.
Suddenly a tingling sensation emerged in his chest; “Felicia!” he screamed but no one responded.
Today it is exactly one year that this horrible accident has occurred.
Every single day he went to the grave hoping he might catch a glimpse of his beloved wife, to hear her tender voice again.
From the deepest depths of his soul, a burning sensation rose behind his eyes, and sprang as a crystal clear tear telling the story of a heartbroken man.
“If only I could tell you just one more time that I love you, if I had only some time to bid you farewell,” he muttered while wiping the almost frozen tear from his cheek, “Oh Felicia, how I do miss you.”
He makes one last nod towards the grave standing in silence on the hill top and reads the, in the tombstone carved, words;
Here lies my dear and beloved husband, Henry.
1965 – 2010
Those we love don’t disappear from life; they walk beside us every day.
I’ll always carry you in my heart,
for always your wife, Felicia.
He then starts his car and taps the wiper handle that sweeps away the fresh snow from the windshield.
Almost inaudible, the car slowly drives towards the gates of the cemetery where it disappears into a slumbering fog … riding the universal valleys of the hereafter.
One that speaks of war prisoners, executions, wounded soldiers and guards being thrown out of their bed by an invisible force …. even a ghostly apparition from Baron von Klettenberg has being seen carrying his head underneath his arm.
Up until 1922, this fortress was the most … feared … state prison … of Sachsen, Germany!
A Halloween special in the “Casemates” at the fortress Königstein is organized on 28 October, 2017.
For more information, you can visit the website; https://www.festung-koenigstein.de/en/
We have planned an interesting interview for the 18th this month at a German castle which contains over more than 800 years of history.[Top]
I did and applied his advise to Physics and mythology … 🙂
Rydberg, gluons, plasma distortion and the string theory … historical symbols are slightly different from what you have being taught in school.
Some people have asked me why I edit those 30 seconds in the beginning of my book-trailer of ‘The Source of Immortality’… let me explain the forgotten language of it which is known by many as ‘symbolism’.
At first you see me walking in the distance, this is not trying to create certain dram effects.
If you look to the overall of this image you can see that I am walking towards 5 arches which are standing for the five elements; Water, Fire, Air, Earth and the Universe.
(some people speak of wood, metal or rock)
The closed door is standing for the secrets in/of life as well as in and from the mind, secrets which can only be unlocked after we have overcome our personal fear(s) of the Freud-system; Id, Ego and Super-ego, the three parts of the psychic apparatus and all developing in the different stages we encounter in our lives.
Many of my video’s do contain this ancient (as well as medieval) language, a language which is better known as ‘subliminal messages’ and used today as a mild form of mind-control in e.g. TV-commercials to let you buy something.
Understanding the danger of this language (which I frequently speak of in my books), equals creating ‘critical thinking’ what gives you the power of peeking behind the screens of today’s suppressing system.
(Picture: The, in Jan. 2017 by Q-PHAZE published, Germany version of ‘The Real technology Behind the WOW Signal’ … is it a secret NASA program? which was published earlier by Paranormal Underground Magazine in March 2016)