When I was a senior in high school, I took a Holocaust studies class. We went on a field trip one day to the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C..
One of things that stood out to me the most was the uniform of a Gestapo officer that was on display as an exhibit.
I felt a piercing stare glaring at me under the hat where his face should have been.
I never identified as being Jewish, I only saw myself as human. This entity, however, saw me only as “The Jew”. I didn’t get to choose what I was. He made that choice for me.
I felt a hateful energy directed towards me from this being. I could not see it, yet it felt more present to me than anything else in the room. I wasn’t afraid, I was intrigued. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it.
I was in a trance while staring at this exhibit. . My teacher Mr. Ferguson found me and then came over and said “you seem fascinated by this exhibit. “
I didn’t respond to his statement. “Do you think there’s an energy in that uniform that can see me?” I asked him.
“There might be something left over,” He replied, “Maybe there’s a spirit of some sort that can see you.”
”O.K. then,” I said.
That was it. I was convinced it could see me. So I pointed my middle finger at it and walked away.