- 67 - he died. She visited the grave in the morning and in the afternoon and she prayed for her own death. In her terrible pain she had neglected her home and her husband. As her son took his last breath she fell down on her knees and frantically cried out: ‘Don’t forget me, come back, I cannot live without you.’ After this order had been expressed with trembling willpower, live returned to the body of her son and he told his mother: ‘Why do you call my soul back, why do you make my release so difficult, do not begrudge me the light.’ He then slumped back. She just couldn’t forget these words. Her grief became ever greater. She kept looking under the table whilst telling her story, because something touched her, but she wasn’t perturbed. She then continued: ‘I had put everything in order today, because I had decided to end my life. I once again went to the grave of my son in the morning. When I came home I had already put the bottle with the poison to my lips when I was prevented from drinking, because my husband opened the door. I hid the poison because I didn’t want him to become suspicious. I decided to carry out my plan in the evening. As I had nothing to do at home, I spent the afternoon at the graveside. I met my friend at the cemetery by chance and she decided to accompany me home. She had me wait outside your house and then led me inside. I came here without knowing or guessing where I was. I could think of nothing else but the intended suicide. Only now did I become aware that I was at the house of Mrs. Silbert, a place my son had talked a lot about. I am forthright enough to say that I told my son that I thought you were a dark, mysterious woman, one that gained the trust of people with the help of evil powers. Please forgive me for the injustice that I did to you and my son. A coincidence brought me to your house, a house I was never going to enter. You, my son and another power stopped me from doing myself harm. How could my son discover an intention that I never talked about and that I kept anxiously hidden in the depth of my soul? I once again ask you to forgive me.’ We were deeply affected and felt great compassion for this poor mother who wanted to reunite with her son through committing suicide. The knocking started again and Mrs. W. asked her son where he was and also where he was when he felt her sorrow and whether he knew what would have happened if she has carried out her plan? Mrs. Silbert entered a trance and the son simply said words to his mother that touched her wounded heart like balm. He told her that she would have committed a serious crime by committing suicide and that her soul would have ended up in sinister regions, ergo a long way away from his soul. She would have had to atone for this sin, because nobody has the right to shorten their life by even one hour and he literally told her: ‘Why do you cry over me? I am in bright spheres and I am so happy that I wish for nothing. Or do you want to bring me back to the valley of tears that you call Earth, a place that is a veritable hell? The power of your thoughts dragged me once again back to my physical form and it was doubly difficult for me to free myself from it again. You kept me bound for a long time. Fulfil your duty on Earth and I will expect you when your time has come.’ Mrs. Silbert woke up and saw a changed woman in front of her. Her eyes expressed a new vitality and she seemed to be filled with new energy. She departed with words of thanks. She later returned with her husband and he couldn’t thank Mrs. Silbert enough. They were both happy now and consoled with their fate that had seemed so hard and cruel to begin with. They turned into frequent visitors and they kept in contact with their son.”
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