I must add that souls who do not go into the light but remain stuck here on our Earth generally vibrate at a lower frequency.

They are burdened with painful experiences that bind them to this reality and prevent them from reaching a higher vibration. Anyone who connects with them inevitably connects with their suffering. This is why there is such concentrated negativity surrounding the place where they reside. It is therefore neither easy nor a simple decision to decide whether to “connect” with these souls – because, as I said, you also connect with their suffering.

However, since these were children, one very young and the other older, I decided that I wanted to try to help them. I didn’t know how or if I could succeed, but I made a conscious decision to try to help them.

But the question that preoccupied me most was: Why were the children still here? What could they have done to justify or explain why they were not allowed to go into the light?

I turned to the spiritual world with my questions and received answers. I asked them if it wasn’t unfair that this family couldn’t move on and that the children didn’t deserve to remain connected to their suffering, which was probably preceded by a violent death. Why can’t they find peace?
The answer was clear, but unexpected: there is no such thing as “deserving” something. They don’t deserve it, and it may not seem fair when measured by our human values. But that’s not the point – they have chosen to remain connected to their suffering and death. They have chosen not to let go of their suffering, but to remain stuck in it. It was their decision. And only they can free themselves from it by choosing to let go.

Not only did I not expect this, but it is clear to what extent this statement applies to us living beings: we choose to remain attached to our suffering. We do not choose for painful things to happen to us – we cannot help that.

But how we deal with it – that is our decision.

These statements struck me, but with this new insight, another piece of the puzzle fell into place. However, the final realization came one of the following nights, in the early morning.

I was already awake and still lying in bed when I heard them again: the children were back. I could hear them breathing, but this time they weren’t crying. They showed me something that played like a movie in my mind’s eye: they showed me what had happened to them.

It was a scene in a dark forest. It was the middle of the night. I had taken on a perspective as if I were in the middle of the action. I was part of a group of people. To my left, I could make out a road we had come from, but we were on our way into the forest. The people in the group were stressed, they were in a hurry, as if they were running away from something. I couldn’t see the children’s mother, but I could sense her presence. She was tense, restless, and breathing heavily. The children were also breathing quickly and frantically. It seemed as if they had all been running.

I could sense the presence of the other people more than I could see them. I could only clearly recognize one man. I couldn’t estimate his age very well, but what distinguished him was his dominant moustache. He was talking to another man who was younger than him. I couldn’t recognize him either. He told the man with the moustache, who was obviously very tense and worried, that he promised to “take care of them.” The man nodded and continued running into the forest. Then we heard a shot from the road. Everyone was terrified. The fear of the children and their mother was palpable. I woke up from the scene and had the feeling that I had been watching a hunt.

What was really behind it had not even crossed my mind until then: I thought the souls in the forest had something to do with the pit—a mining accident perhaps, or a crime, a relationship or family drama.

But the reality was much more frightening, as I realized from her information: they had been Jews who were persecuted and murdered during World War II. Together with eyewitness reports of recent sightings and my own research, the sad certainty emerged: they had been caught by the Nazis and murdered.

As I later found out, their names are on a list of Jews who lived in this area and were to be taken to a concentration camp.