Knife-Wielding Spirits in Denmark
You may have read my article on releasing spirit possessions. /releasing-spirit-possessions.html. In Hans Christian Anderson's city of Odense in Denmark I found a fairy-tale. A gruesome one. Knife wounds at different houses, and at a bloody play.
Dinner with my disabled Danish friend Inger Marie, was home-made curry. I selected a large, sharp knife. Carefully, holding the blade away from me, I cut a veggie swede in half (not a Swede that's Denmark's neighbour!). Suddenly, the kitchen knife took on a life of its own! It happened in a flash. The blade turned towards me. A small slice of my finger plopped into the sink!
I stared for a few moments at the red liquid dripping into the sink. "How on Earth had that happened," I thought. I pressed a wad of tissues hard against the finger. Wondering what had occurred, I inspected a finger sliver still on the point of the knife.
What happened next shocked me. I've never cut myself before, but as I inspected the finger sliver, the knife suddenly turned its point towards the side of my hand, and stabbed, hard. It dug inside the flesh by at least 1/4 inch. Blood spurted freely from the deep gash. Even pressure couldn't stop the flow. Inger Marie could hear from my non-spiritual language, hospital was needed.
Odense hospital’s Accident & Emergency department was efficient. By 9pm, nurses had quickly wrapped temporary dressing on the wounds to stop my blood dirtying their floor.
Then I was more shocked. Out of about 11 other patients, 9 had knife wounds on their hands from making dinner! All 9 patients were shocked. They said the same thing. The knife had attacked them.
Doctors were surprised too. They said they normally have a wide variety of cases, not 90% hand knife wounds.
Doctors of course thought the wounds were self-inflicted. Self-inflicted? It didn't seem self-inflicted to me. Others said they had 'no idea how it happened' or 'it seemed the knife had a life of its own'. It felt beyond co-incidence.
I wondered if the spirit of Hans Christian Anderson is alive and well, creating fairy tales, even now. Of course, that’s a bad joke. HCA was a nice guy! But it felt a malevolent spirit had arrived in Odense. Little did I know, how accurate this was…
Odense A & E is known for long waiting times. A lady and her daughter played card games, a teenage boy and his girlfriend brought a picnic, and a woman played games with her husband and children. One lady brought her knitting.
At 9.30pm, a nurse said, ‘Sorry, we have emergencies. No-one can be seen for another hour.’
Some patients had already waited 4 hours. They left for home.
We felt starving - our dinner wasn’t even cut up. "There's no food shops open after 9 in this area," Inger Marie said. But us psychic are guided. I found a closed shop, and knocked on the door. 15 minutes later we enjoyed Danish open sandwiches, juices, and coffees. Maybe the shop keeper felt sorry for my bandaged hand.
Waiting patients smiled in appreciation. But smiles dropped at 10pm when the nurse reappeared. ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘There a bad accident in town. You’ll not be seen until after midnight.’
Most patients walked out, calmly. Two asked for stick-on stitches to administer at home.
Soon after, my name was called. Another surprise... The supposedly "busy" A&E area was empty! Nurses and doctors stood in groups, with coffee and cakes, chatting. Recent local A&E meant services transferred from one hospital to another. Was this some sort of strike?
‘So,’ I said to the doctor. ‘There was no emergency here? No big accident in town?’
He just smiled.
So,’ I continued, ‘Was that your way to get rid of A&E patients who aren’t true emergencies?’
He smiled again.
‘Does reducing emergency statistics help your case against recent upheavals?’
His smile dropped.
After anaesthetic, four stitches, a hand bandage for the side of the hand, and a finger bandage for the sliced bit, I was sent home to bed, with instructions to sleep with the hand vertically by cushions for 10 days.
"That's OK," I said. "One hand propped in the air channels 'universal healing energy'. I'll heal quicker."
Back home, Inger Marie went to bed. I went to the kitchen. Had there really been a knife-wielding evil spirit?
Tempting fate, I warily held the carving knife with my good hand. It was new, sharp, bloodied. I thought, ‘It can’t possibly have turned to wound me,’ The part-cut swede tempted me. "I'll finish the cut very carefully." I thought. I held the swede with my damaged hand. The knife blade was held well away. It felt safe.
Suddenly I felt an angry spirit close by. The knife jerked towards my damaged hand. I tugged it away, fast. But a fraction of a second too late. Blood dripped from the thumb. Not as bad as if I hadn’t tugged the knife away...
Much pressure and many tissues later, the blood stopped flowing. I fell asleep with my 3-times slashed hand resting on cushions, high in the air, channelling healing energy to the wounds.
The next day, I needed more bandages. Overnight, the existing blood ones had become blood encrusted. I showed the chemist my bloodied finger, and asked ‘Do you have something to cover the finger?' She frowned, so I added, "Like a condom?’
‘It’s Saturday,’ she smiled sweetly, handing me a clean finger bandage. ‘Would you like extra for the weekend?’
I emailed a UK healer friend, Rebecca. She replied, ‘If that A&E doesn’t see many dinner knife wounds, what's happening differently in Odense?’ I found an unexpected answer at 4pm.
At 4pm, Inger Marie and I watched (at the Noergaards Theatre) the first horrid Odense performance of, ‘Before breakfast’. It was horrific. I later googled the play. Written by the New Yorker Eugene O’Neill in 1888, and scored as a one act opera in 1952 by the Glaswegian Erik Chisholm, it reviewed as the “most sordid, repellent, seamy drama”. Not surprisingly…
The opera was heavy and spell-binding in its awfulness. A wife prepared breakfast on the right of the set, bemoaned her terrible marriage, and in hatred stabbed bread with a carving knife. Her husband’s jealous lover arrived with a small knife, and stabbed the wife in her arm. While in the bedroom on the left, the despairing husband dramatically - and very slowly for effect - forced a blade through his skin to slash his hands, wrists and arms. Blood dripped, then poured onto the floor. He slowly bled to death.
It’s uncommon knowledge that spirits of dead people attach to a live person who lives how that dead person existed on Earth. For example, spirits who died of alcohol poisoning may attach to an alcoholic; a drug addict may attract spirits who were addicts before they died. And so on. Awful enlightenment struck – I sensed a terrible presence of evil.
As I watched blood seep across the stage, inwardly repelled, spirits who wielded knives and death on Earth watched too, but with excitement. This for them was travelling fun they followed from city to city. They were empowered by the opera’s hatred, jealousy, and misery to re-enact their earthly lives. Incredibly, the horrid energy energized them to stab and wound people in Odense. Worse, like a gruesome fairy tale, they enjoyed their gruesome conquests.
Over the years I’ve helped thousands of spirits find individual versions of peace, and had a 2-page article published on my work in this field. Often I 'go it alone' and help spirits by myself. Expert friends help when discretion might be better than valour.
This occasion felt tough... So many evil spirits wanted to wield knives…
I thought of synchronicity... God and the angels often send me to places in desperate need...
But then I thought, how could I, by myself, help so many spirits find their individual version of love and light? If some were left behind, would I or Inger Marie be in even more danger?
It felt better to be safe than sorry. Perhaps that's the lesson - to back away from some 'fights' on behalf of God and goodness, and live to 'fight' another day?
So instead, I asked expert friends to send prayers for the healing and protection of people in Denmark. And prayers for the spirits to find peace and love.
My hand now has a strong life-line, strong heart-line, and strong Danish knife line. As in Hans Christian Anderson fairy tales, I pray there’s a happy ending, with all people and spirits concerned healed and protected, happily ever after.
Allan x
You may have read my article on releasing spirit possessions. /releasing-spirit-possessions.html. In Hans Christian Anderson's city of Odense in Denmark I found a fairy-tale. A gruesome one. Knife wounds at different houses, and at a bloody play.
Dinner with my disabled Danish friend Inger Marie, was home-made curry. I selected a large, sharp knife. Carefully, holding the blade away from me, I cut a veggie swede in half (not a Swede that's Denmark's neighbour!). Suddenly, the kitchen knife took on a life of its own! It happened in a flash. The blade turned towards me. A small slice of my finger plopped into the sink!
I stared for a few moments at the red liquid dripping into the sink. "How on Earth had that happened," I thought. I pressed a wad of tissues hard against the finger. Wondering what had occurred, I inspected a finger sliver still on the point of the knife.
What happened next shocked me. I've never cut myself before, but as I inspected the finger sliver, the knife suddenly turned its point towards the side of my hand, and stabbed, hard. It dug inside the flesh by at least 1/4 inch. Blood spurted freely from the deep gash. Even pressure couldn't stop the flow. Inger Marie could hear from my non-spiritual language, hospital was needed.
Odense hospital’s Accident & Emergency department was efficient. By 9pm, nurses had quickly wrapped temporary dressing on the wounds to stop my blood dirtying their floor.
Then I was more shocked. Out of about 11 other patients, 9 had knife wounds on their hands from making dinner! All 9 patients were shocked. They said the same thing. The knife had attacked them.
Doctors were surprised too. They said they normally have a wide variety of cases, not 90% hand knife wounds.
Doctors of course thought the wounds were self-inflicted. Self-inflicted? It didn't seem self-inflicted to me. Others said they had 'no idea how it happened' or 'it seemed the knife had a life of its own'. It felt beyond co-incidence.
I wondered if the spirit of Hans Christian Anderson is alive and well, creating fairy tales, even now. Of course, that’s a bad joke. HCA was a nice guy! But it felt a malevolent spirit had arrived in Odense. Little did I know, how accurate this was…
Odense A & E is known for long waiting times. A lady and her daughter played card games, a teenage boy and his girlfriend brought a picnic, and a woman played games with her husband and children. One lady brought her knitting.
At 9.30pm, a nurse said, ‘Sorry, we have emergencies. No-one can be seen for another hour.’
Some patients had already waited 4 hours. They left for home.
We felt starving - our dinner wasn’t even cut up. "There's no food shops open after 9 in this area," Inger Marie said. But us psychic are guided. I found a closed shop, and knocked on the door. 15 minutes later we enjoyed Danish open sandwiches, juices, and coffees. Maybe the shop keeper felt sorry for my bandaged hand.
Waiting patients smiled in appreciation. But smiles dropped at 10pm when the nurse reappeared. ‘Sorry,’ she said. ‘There a bad accident in town. You’ll not be seen until after midnight.’
Most patients walked out, calmly. Two asked for stick-on stitches to administer at home.
Soon after, my name was called. Another surprise... The supposedly "busy" A&E area was empty! Nurses and doctors stood in groups, with coffee and cakes, chatting. Recent local A&E meant services transferred from one hospital to another. Was this some sort of strike?
‘So,’ I said to the doctor. ‘There was no emergency here? No big accident in town?’
He just smiled.
So,’ I continued, ‘Was that your way to get rid of A&E patients who aren’t true emergencies?’
He smiled again.
‘Does reducing emergency statistics help your case against recent upheavals?’
His smile dropped.
After anaesthetic, four stitches, a hand bandage for the side of the hand, and a finger bandage for the sliced bit, I was sent home to bed, with instructions to sleep with the hand vertically by cushions for 10 days.
"That's OK," I said. "One hand propped in the air channels 'universal healing energy'. I'll heal quicker."
Back home, Inger Marie went to bed. I went to the kitchen. Had there really been a knife-wielding evil spirit?
Tempting fate, I warily held the carving knife with my good hand. It was new, sharp, bloodied. I thought, ‘It can’t possibly have turned to wound me,’ The part-cut swede tempted me. "I'll finish the cut very carefully." I thought. I held the swede with my damaged hand. The knife blade was held well away. It felt safe.
Suddenly I felt an angry spirit close by. The knife jerked towards my damaged hand. I tugged it away, fast. But a fraction of a second too late. Blood dripped from the thumb. Not as bad as if I hadn’t tugged the knife away...
Much pressure and many tissues later, the blood stopped flowing. I fell asleep with my 3-times slashed hand resting on cushions, high in the air, channelling healing energy to the wounds.
The next day, I needed more bandages. Overnight, the existing blood ones had become blood encrusted. I showed the chemist my bloodied finger, and asked ‘Do you have something to cover the finger?' She frowned, so I added, "Like a condom?’
‘It’s Saturday,’ she smiled sweetly, handing me a clean finger bandage. ‘Would you like extra for the weekend?’
I emailed a UK healer friend, Rebecca. She replied, ‘If that A&E doesn’t see many dinner knife wounds, what's happening differently in Odense?’ I found an unexpected answer at 4pm.
At 4pm, Inger Marie and I watched (at the Noergaards Theatre) the first horrid Odense performance of, ‘Before breakfast’. It was horrific. I later googled the play. Written by the New Yorker Eugene O’Neill in 1888, and scored as a one act opera in 1952 by the Glaswegian Erik Chisholm, it reviewed as the “most sordid, repellent, seamy drama”. Not surprisingly…
The opera was heavy and spell-binding in its awfulness. A wife prepared breakfast on the right of the set, bemoaned her terrible marriage, and in hatred stabbed bread with a carving knife. Her husband’s jealous lover arrived with a small knife, and stabbed the wife in her arm. While in the bedroom on the left, the despairing husband dramatically - and very slowly for effect - forced a blade through his skin to slash his hands, wrists and arms. Blood dripped, then poured onto the floor. He slowly bled to death.
It’s uncommon knowledge that spirits of dead people attach to a live person who lives how that dead person existed on Earth. For example, spirits who died of alcohol poisoning may attach to an alcoholic; a drug addict may attract spirits who were addicts before they died. And so on. Awful enlightenment struck – I sensed a terrible presence of evil.
As I watched blood seep across the stage, inwardly repelled, spirits who wielded knives and death on Earth watched too, but with excitement. This for them was travelling fun they followed from city to city. They were empowered by the opera’s hatred, jealousy, and misery to re-enact their earthly lives. Incredibly, the horrid energy energized them to stab and wound people in Odense. Worse, like a gruesome fairy tale, they enjoyed their gruesome conquests.
Over the years I’ve helped thousands of spirits find individual versions of peace, and had a 2-page article published on my work in this field. Often I 'go it alone' and help spirits by myself. Expert friends help when discretion might be better than valour.
This occasion felt tough... So many evil spirits wanted to wield knives…
I thought of synchronicity... God and the angels often send me to places in desperate need...
But then I thought, how could I, by myself, help so many spirits find their individual version of love and light? If some were left behind, would I or Inger Marie be in even more danger?
It felt better to be safe than sorry. Perhaps that's the lesson - to back away from some 'fights' on behalf of God and goodness, and live to 'fight' another day?
So instead, I asked expert friends to send prayers for the healing and protection of people in Denmark. And prayers for the spirits to find peace and love.
My hand now has a strong life-line, strong heart-line, and strong Danish knife line. As in Hans Christian Anderson fairy tales, I pray there’s a happy ending, with all people and spirits concerned healed and protected, happily ever after.
Allan x
