Forgiven by the Dead
“Forgiven by the Dead” is more than just a story—it is a journey into the depths of forgiveness and inner healing. Forgiveness can reopen old wounds and reveal new paths, even when the pain is still deeply rooted in our body and subconscious. This account combines personal experience with spiritual insight and shows how forgiveness can dissolve trauma.
Forgiven by the Dead
– Finding Peace Beyond Guilt and Pain
Guilt is something we all encounter at some point in our lives. Some feelings of guilt have a clear, conscious origin, while others lie hidden deep within our subconscious, beyond our direct awareness.
Some guilt we manage to release. Others we tend to avoid, because the memories connected to them are too painful. But what happens when the Pandora’s box of guilt opens—and cannot be closed again?
In the following case, we will explore a very particular kind of guilt.
Lilie (name changed), about 20 years old, with a warm and radiant personality, came to see me for a healing session. She sat down across from me.
At first, we spoke casually. Lilie was visibly nervous, and the light conversation helped her settle in. As she spoke and I perceived her as a whole, I immediately sensed that despite her warmth, she carried something dark and heavy within her.
Once we had become a little more comfortable, I gently guided the conversation toward the reason for her visit.
“How can I help you, Lilie?” I asked.
Her gaze became uncertain, as if searching for the right words.
Then she began to speak.
A few years earlier, she had been involved in a serious car accident. In that accident, someone had lost their life.
Her boyfriend had been riding his motorcycle and needed to take it to a workshop. Lilie planned to pick him up afterward by car. It was a beautiful day; both were in good spirits, and she followed him at a safe distance.
After some time, Lilie noticed a person standing at the roadside. Her boyfriend had already passed by. As Lilie approached, the person suddenly jumped—without any warning—directly in front of her car.
She had no chance to react. All she heard was the impact as the body collided with the vehicle.
With great effort, she managed to bring the car to a stop. In shock, she got out and ran toward the motionless figure lying by the roadside. As she came closer, she realized it was a woman.
By then, her boyfriend had returned. Together, they called emergency services—but the woman had already died.
Lilie paused and took a deep breath.
“Later,” she continued, “we learned that the woman had psychological problems. A suicide note was found.”
She looked at me.
“Everyone knew it wasn’t my fault. Even the woman’s family didn’t blame me. On the contrary—they showed understanding and compassion.”
She hesitated.
“And deep down, I know that too. I couldn’t have done anything. Maybe… maybe it was even better this way. If she had jumped in front of my boyfriend’s motorcycle, he might not have survived.”
Then she said quietly:
“But I have to live with this guilt now.”
I knew that words alone would not change anything.
There was only one way forward: Lilie had to find her own inner closure.
I asked her to close her eyes and began the healing session. After a short while, she immersed deeply into her inner experience—and relived the accident, this time on an inner level.
“What do you see now?” I asked.
With a trembling voice, she replied:
“I’m getting out of the car… I see her lying on the ground… I’m walking toward her…”
Her body began to sway slightly, tears streaming down her face.
Then she suddenly paused.
“Something strange is happening… The woman is no longer on the ground. She’s standing in front of me… and she’s smiling at me.”
In that moment, everything broke free. Lilie collapsed in tears. The shock she had carried for so long was finally releasing.
I allowed her to go through the process, supporting her only with my presence and a quiet:
“I know…”
After a few minutes, she gradually calmed down.
“Is the woman still there?” I asked.
“Yes,” Lilie replied. “She’s still standing in front of me… and smiling.”
“How does that feel?”
“It’s… beautiful. She isn’t hurt. She’s radiant…”
I nodded.
How Forgiveness Leads to Healing
“Would you like to say something to her?”
“Yes,” Lilie said immediately. “I want to tell her how sorry I am.”
“Then do it.”
With a soft but clear voice, Lilie spoke to the deceased woman. She told her about her pain, her guilt, her despair.
When she finished, I asked:
“How does she respond?”
“She just looks at me with love…”
“Ask her what you can do to feel better.”
Lilie did.
Then a gentle smile appeared on her face.
“She has taken my hands… I hear her voice… not with my ears, but inside me…”
“What is she saying?”
Lilie sobbed softly.
“She is asking me for forgiveness… She says it wasn’t my fault… She was ill… she didn’t know what she was doing…”
Tears streamed down her face—but this time they were tears of relief.
I allowed them to remain in this connection for a while longer, until I felt the moment gently coming to an end.
I asked Lilie to say goodbye.
In her inner vision, she saw the woman dissolve into a bright light and disappear.
I, too, sensed the presence fading.
We ended the session.
Lilie sat upright—and radiated.
“How do you feel now?” I asked.
“I feel an incredible sense of peace,” she said.
Then she looked at me:
“What was that? Was that really her?”
I smiled softly.
“Some people would say it was a projection of your subconscious. And that’s understandable.”
I paused briefly.
“But anyone who has experienced something like this knows how real it feels.”
Lilie nodded.
“It was so clear… so real… thank you.”
“Call me if anything comes up,” I said.
But that call never came.
Lilie had found her peace.
And perhaps—in her own way—the deceased woman had as well.
Two souls, able to let go.
And I thought to myself:
What a beautiful experience.
