Last camp in Poland
Thursday 20th June, 2024
It was quite a night in Skawina, as the wake-up call came in the middle of the night as an air raid. It lasted some time, and then the sirens of emergency vehicles rang around us. Then all went quiet, and certainly nothing followed in our hotel from that night’s alarm. It occurred to me how shocking and traumatic it must be to be woken up day, week, and month after the other by such alarms. In the morning, we checked the news to see if there was any explanation for the happening, but all we could find out was that dozens of drones had hit the nearby city of Lviv in Ukraine at night, and a Polish fighter plane had taken off. The friendly hotel staff didn’t speak much English, so we couldn’t ask them about it either. We then started our journey towards the last camp in Poland.
So, on 12th June 2024, it was the turn of the Auschwitz camp. The area was extensive, and it was difficult to know where to start, as the directions and missing signs were so confusing. Eventually, we got directions where we could buy tickets to the two locations in two different places. One was the actual Auschwitz area, and the other was the Birkenau death camp. We started at Birkenau, which still had some barracks, etc. left. We did light work and prayer, and I felt that this third camp was beginning to take its toll on me.
A train track led to the area, as in previous camps. It had been easy to move thousands of people, gathered from all over Europe, along it. We could read on the information panels how the victims had been brought to the end station, and already there, they had been divided into different groups according to whether they would be useful or not. So many families were separated there for the last time, and the women and their children were allowed to go straight to the “showers” and have eternal sleep after that. The men who could still work were taken to the barracks for future placement.
There were crematoria in the area that had collapsed, or rather been broken down, and large ponds, still visible nearby, where the ashes were dumped. In more recent times, the ponds had been filled in, and the ashes had been buried underground. Only small indentations gave evidence of the place where thousands of people had been laid to rest.
After Birkenau, we moved by car to the Auschwitz site, about a couple of kilometers away. I felt I could not take any more of this energy and stayed in the car to wait while Patrick moved in through the famous gate that read ‘Arbeit macht frei.’ He stayed on the site for nearly two hours and, on his return, told of the work he had done for the remaining souls and energies and the very unpleasant sights of the area, including the large shoe piles on display for visitors. We also saw the same at Majdanek.
The day had passed almost into the evening at this point in Poland, but we decided to drive on to the Czech Republic anyway. We found a cozy little campsite in Stramberk, right next to the church, and finally, after a hard day’s work, we could relax. I could feel how my whole body felt like after a hard workout, and every cell was shaking from the strain. Fortunately, we rested well there and the strain on the nervous system was gone in the morning. My nervous system is the one that reacts if a situation persists for a long time where one is like connected to another frequency and is working there. Visits to the camps had been like that, but now we could rest and do other kinds of energy work in that respect. Of course, the energy in Poland had also been heavy and there had been a lot of driving on bad roads. Those last few days were the hardest so far.
There would be no equivalent camp cleaning and light work in the Czech Republic. The following blog will then be about the crossing of the Czech Republic and the work there. A blessed summer solstice to all of you.
