An Encounter in Mainz: A Name I Didn't Believe, Part III

 


Image: A Roman carving in Mainz depicting a 'barbarian' archer. This was possibly part of an arena or breeding stables. Image taken by myself.

I felt his friendliness, but also his desperation and a profound fear of being forgotten. As he spoke, I could feel his emotions as clearly as I heard his words. It was as if he were standing right there beside me. I asked how he died; he said it was old age. I asked if his family was here; he indicated that his wife and children had been buried nearby, but their graves were long gone.

The communication was difficult, especially when it came to his name. My own mind kept trying to guess, to fill in the blank, but the spirit said no to each one. I felt that I should just relax and listen. When I emptied my mind, the name came through clearly: Ignatius.

My first reaction was pure skepticism. What a strange name, I thought. It sounds like something from a fantasy novel. I couldn’t recall ever hearing it before, and my mind immediately began to doubt the entire experience. It felt too convenient, too fabricated.

But the spirit insisted. I chose to trust the prompting.


My skepticism was high, but I couldn't shake the feeling. What I discovered next would challenge everything. Follow the blog to continue the story.

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