The event
Time: During the day
Date: 2012
Place: My flat at Lange Gasse 24/1, Wiener Neustadt
I was 55 years old. For nearly 10 years I had kept a stone on my desk as an ornament. It looked like a toad. It was ugly. I liked it. Once a month I would pick it up to dust underneath.
On this particular day, I picked up the stone to dust underneath. I was immediately aware of a nasty presence in my hand. I was holding something evil. I thought, “Oh wow, I can’t keep this any longer.” I decided to get rid of the stone as soon as possible, not by throwing it away in the street but by taking it back to where I had found it.
As soon as the weekend arrived, I took the stone back to where I had found it – the train station at Bad Sauerbrunn. I dropped it onto the track. In handling the stone on this day, I no longer felt the presence of any spirit. The spirit had left.
No harm was done when the evil spirit was present.
The takeaway
Negative energies or entities are always in our environment. They can attach themselves to an object. They probably prefer ugly objects. We’re not aware of them, unless we touch the object. No harm comes from their presence.
Background
How I found the stone: Years earlier, when waiting for the train at Bad Sauerbrunn, walking up and down the platform, I had noticed the stone. On one side it looked like a toad — it was a perfectly sculpted toad. Turned to the other side, it looked like a small bird. When it was lying on the train track, its toad side was facing up. It grabbed my attention. I marvelled that a small stone, produced by a rock crushing machine, could become such a perfect carving. I picked it up and took it home.
Thoughts and theories
Looking back, I realise that I didn’t find the stone, but rather it found me. I was meant to find it, to bring it home, because I had to learn a fact — that a negative spiritual entity can attach itself to a physical object, man-made or natural. Why did I have to learn this fact? So that I could share it.
So the stone was like an amulet, or an anti-amulet might say it better.
While I still had that stone, I had a psychic moment: One night I woke up in an urgent fashion, saying to myself dramatically, “Who’s that standing there?” There was no-one standing there. You know what I think it was? I think it was the entity that had attached itself to the stone. That entity was standing in the room. I couldn’t see it. I went back to sleep.
Afterword
Early this year, 2024, knowing that I would type up this text, I went back to the train station to find the stone again. I wanted to photograph it. But although I searched up and down the track, I couldn’t find it. The fact is, if its toad side isn’t facing up, I can’t recognize it. I suppose, when I dropped the stone back onto the track years ago, I didn’t ensure that its toad side was facing upwards.
