Berlin is a city that carries painful memories for me. As a third-generation descendant of Holocaust survivors, every visit confronts me with the heavy historical and familial context that I cannot ignore. There are beautiful and positive aspects to this city, but the German energy is ever-present, and its encounter with my family’s past is anything but easy.
Traveling to Berlin in search of magic, therefore, is a challenge – not only because of my personal history but also due to the nature of the city itself. Much of Berlin was destroyed during World War II and later rebuilt. Such large-scale reconstruction can often erase the energetic imprints of places, making it difficult to find remnants of the past’s mystical essence.
I embarked on this journey with both challenge and openness, ready to discover what was waiting to be found.
During my days in Berlin, I rarely connected with Tohar, but I was searching for places of magic. I found four truly magical locations, and in those places, I received three special channelings – messages that are relevant not just for Berlin but for anywhere we live.
Neptunbrunnen
On my way to St. Nicholas’ Church, I passed by Neptune Fountain – an ancient symbol of the Greek god of the seas and rivers, standing at the heart of Berlin. Water is deeply connected to emotions, making this an incredibly fitting way to begin the day.
To my surprise, my entire body signaled that there was a presence in the fountain. After a few moments of admiring its architecture, I closed my eyes and reached out to Neptune.
“Who calls upon me?” I heard his voice rising from the depths.
I introduced myself and asked if he had a message to share – with me and with all of us.
“Do not fear drowning in the water. Water does not cause people to sink – fear does. If you allow yourself to float, you will discover the joy of buoyancy“.
I thanked him and sat down on a nearby bench to write this for you. Even now, I can still feel his presence resonating through my entire body.
St. Nicholas’ Church
“Mama,” I heard as I stepped inside. A deep call, echoing through the space, resonating in many voices from the depths of the soul.
A few weeks ago, I asked my favorite AI if there were any mystical sites in Berlin – churches built on ancient pagan worship sites. According to it, there were barely any. One of the two places it did mention was this church.
It told me that the church was built in the 13th century on a sacred site once used by Slavic tribes for worship. (It was destroyed in World War II and later rebuilt as a museum.) Not as ancient as stone circles, I thought, but still worth a visit. I wonder what I will feel here.
“Mama“, I heard again. Immediately, I sensed and recognized the vortex operating in this space, right in the middle of the aisle, between the rows of chairs. The energy was so powerful that I instinctively avoided walking through it. Carefully, I sat on a nearby chair, closed my eyes, and asked to connect with the history of the place.
The images rushed in, as if rewinding an old film. I saw the church, then the land before it was built—when tribes gathered here to pray. Further back, to a time when the place was abandoned, covered in layers of pain. Even further, to the goddess worship that once flourished here. The gentleness, the power, the celebration of femininity – a breathtaking experience of sacred devotion that still lives on in this place.
“The Father loves you”, the Divine Mother whispered to me. “He has always loved you. Humans created a God of anger and punishment, but God has always been love. Let go of their God and return to me“.
For long moments, I sat in meditation, allowing the Divine Mother’s energy to soothe my heart.
Just before I opened my eyes, I heard her again:
“Whenever you find yourself entangled with the gods of men, come back to me“.
Oh, Mama.
Humboldt Forum
Just before the weekend, I visited this museum – once a palace, now restored and transformed into a cultural landmark on Museum Island.
There are only a few types of exhibitions that truly intrigue me. Fashion? Always. Ancient cultures? Sometimes. Modern art? Almost never.
The exhibition that drew me here was Ancestors, Goddesses, Heroes. Officially, it’s a sculpture exhibition. In practice, it’s a collection of sacred objects – prayer tools, ritual artifacts, and artistic expressions from cultures across Asia, Africa, the Americas, and Oceania.
From Tibetan Buddhist prayer objects to North American children’s totems, the collection is vast and diverse.
Wandering through the museum was mesmerizing. After my visits and channelings at Neptune Fountain and St. Nicholas’ Church, I arrived here with my chakras wide open. The experience reflected that openness – everything pulsed with memories and life, as if the objects were constantly whispering their stories. A blend of worlds and eras swirled around me, merging with me for a brief moment.
After an hour and a half, I had to leave. It was overwhelming. Part of the challenge was the unshakable question: Who was killed? What was erased so that these objects could be taken from their original homes?
Despite the complex emotions this visit stirred, I’m glad I came. For me, this is part of Berlin’s magic – something I’m experiencing here for the first time.
One day, I’ll fully understand that magic can be found anywhere. It seems to be just a matter of perspective.
Tiergarten
My last day in Berlin, and here I am, in the vast park that humans have created in this city. It may be artificial, yet magic has taken root here.
As I wandered, a reddish tree caught my eye, standing out in the green expanse. As I approached it, I suddenly felt an unusual energy. It didn’t take long to realize—I was stepping into a vortex.
Those with a keen third eye will recognize it in the center of the image, at the intersection of the paths.
Standing within it, I heard these words:
“In this time and in times past, ancient and forgotten, live those who seek their hearts.
“They search for them in distant places, in the presence of others. But within themselves, they are not to be found.
“Return, children of the world, inward – there your heart lies, covered, hidden beneath pain. There, it waits, alongside the treasures of existence. It longs for you to listen to yourselves, to be as you truly are, and from within yourselves, with the world“.
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Later, I asked Tohar about this energetic place, and this was their explanation:
“It is a true vortex – a circle that does not appear circular in physical form, yet remains a circle. A vortex that takes from people what came before them and leaves them only with themselves“.
I stood in the circle a while longer, allowing the healing to unfold. At some point, I stepped out, sat down to write this words.
Tomorrow evening, I’ll be home.
