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The Curse of the “Blood Countess”

The Mysterious Blood Incident in Italy

　During a party in London, we met an Italian man named Edoardo. That encounter marked the beginning of a story that would later unfold in ways I could never have imagined.

　Some time after returning to Japan, I received a call from Edoardo. His voice was serious as he spoke over the phone.

　”I have a lifelong friend named Giovanni who lives near my town. About twenty years ago, something unbelievable happened in his house. It was an inexplicable and mysterious event. Noah, I need you to come to Italy to help uncover the truth.”

　This was how the story began to take an unexpected turn.

　When I told Noah about Edoardo’s proposal, he remained silent for a while, as if he was processing something beyond words.

　Several months later, we flew to Italy.

　Upon our arrival, Edoardo introduced us to his friend Giovanni, and we wasted no time in starting the session.

　Since I couldn’t speak Italian, Edoardo acted as our interpreter. I spoke in English, and he translated my words into Italian for Giovanni.

　Noah asked Giovanni, “I heard something unbelievable happened. Could you tell us exactly what occurred?”

　Giovanni’s expression darkened as he slowly began to recount his story.

　”It happened about twenty years ago. Suddenly, an enormous amount of blood started gushing out inside my house. The locations included the walls and floors of my mother’s bedroom on the second floor, the hallway, and even the bathroom walls and floors. The blood seemed to pour out of nowhere, like a fountain. It was a massive amount—enough to fill three buckets. Shocked and terrified, I had the blood analyzed at three different laboratories since my younger brother was an obstetrician. The results confirmed that it was human blood—specifically, a woman’s blood. We immediately called a priest to perform an exorcism. He told us, ‘This is the work of a demonic curse,’ and advised us not to share the story with outsiders. He likely feared that if the media got involved, it would cause an uproar in our small town. To this day, no one understands why it happened. I’ve spent years wondering what truly took place. When Edoardo told me about Noah, I thought you might be able to uncover something. Thank you so much for coming all this way.”

　Noah listened quietly to Giovanni’s story and then said, “First, let me take a look at your energy. On your right side, I see a large ‘eye’—a consicousness of some sort. This is a very powerful curse. That’s the root of the problem.”

　The atmosphere grew tense as the session deepened.

　Giovanni, both anxious and expectant, placed his palms onto Noah’s palms and closed his eyes. I noticed Noah’s expression gradually turn grim, as if he were witnessing something profoundly disturbing.

　Eventually, he spoke.

　”I see something about your ancestry. Many of your ancestors were long-lived and beautiful. Because of this, rumors spread in your town that your family might be a lineage of vampires. To dispel these rumors and protect the family name, one of your ancestors chose to become a clergyman. However, this was during the height of witch hunts. Ironically, he was assigned the role of an inquisitor, judging so-called ‘witches.’ Many of the women he sentenced to death were ordinary, innocent women. Despite that, he condemned them to execution. This act of taking the lives of countless women left a deep karmic stain on your bloodline. The fear and madness these women experienced at the moment of their deaths—those dark energies remain deeply embedded in your lineage.”

　Giovanni gasped and murmured, “Such a tragic past…”

　Noah continued, “I need to see the actual locations where the blood poured out.”

　We went to Giovanni’s house, a two-story building with light orange walls. Upon entering, a staircase stood directly in front of us. The second floor was where the phenomenon had occurred, so we ascended the stairs.

　Walking through the hallway, Giovanni pointed to a room on the right and said, “This was my late mother’s bedroom. The blood gushed from the walls and floor in this room, as well as the hallway and the bathroom ahead. The blood even seeped out from between the floor tiles, unstoppable.”

　Noah carefully examined each location, performing purification as he went. Then, he turned to Giovanni and said, “This house has a basement, doesn’t it? We need to go down there. The root of the problem lies beneath.”

　Guided by Giovanni, we descended the stairs into the basement, which was arranged like a family lounge with sofas, bookshelves, and a television.

　Noah paused, scanning the room. He then slowly walked toward the far right wall, where a section of the wall protruded unnaturally. He stared at it for a long time before speaking.

　”I see young women, around 14 to 18 years old—about twenty of them. One of your ancestors murdered these women. He might have been suffering from a terminal illness, possibly diabetes. He believed that drinking young women’s blood would serve as a cure. He kidnapped them, killed them, and bathed in or consumed their blood. Their bodies were buried within this wall—right where it protrudes. The reason why blood erupted from your home’s walls and floors was because the immense sorrow and resentment of these murdered women became so strong that it physically manifested as blood. They desperately wanted someone to understand their suffering.”

　Noah closed his eyes, standing still for a while before speaking again.

　”A noble woman has just appeared beside me. She told me, ‘Noah, we have been waiting for you for hundreds of years. You have come to end this ‘chain of blood and sorrow’. Now that you understand, everything will be okay. Thank you. And then, she vanished.”

　That noblewoman was none other than the infamous ‘Blood Countess,’ Elizabeth Báthory of Hungary.

　Báthory was notorious for murdering young women, drinking their blood, and even bathing in it. It is said she killed around 600 women, burying their bodies within her castle.

　Bathory drank human blood, and as a result, her family was feared by people as vampires. Later, her family fled to Italy. In Italy, rumors spread that the surname “Bathory” was associated with vampires, so they changed their name to an Italian-style surname to continue living there. The family that carries this Italianized surname is the Giovanni family.

　Thus, the Giovanni lineage was the descendant of the infamous Blood Countess.

　Giovanni then began to speak to Noah about his siblings.

　”I am the eldest of three brothers. My younger brother was an obstetrician, but he passed away in a traffic accident about fifteen years ago. However, the circumstances surrounding his death were extremely strange. At the accident scene, bystanders quickly called an ambulance, but for some reason, it took an unusually long time to arrive. In the meantime, I reached the scene myself. At first glance, his injuries didn’t seem severe, yet he was bleeding profusely. The most bizarre part was that blood kept pouring from his mouth, as if he were drowning in his own blood. Given the extent of the accident, his injuries should not have been fatal… But his death was undoubtedly unnatural.”

　Noah listened in silence before finally speaking.

　”Your ancestors were responsible for the deaths of many women during the witch hunts, drinking their blood. That karma influenced your brother’s final moments. The way he died—drowning in his own blood—was a form of atonement for the sins of your lineage.”

　Giovanni’s face showed a flicker of surprise, but he soon nodded deeply.

　”I see… When you put it that way, it makes sense. My brother’s death was a form of penance for our bloodline.”

　Giovanni continued speaking.

　”There was another shocking event during my brother’s funeral. Despite being a well-earning obstetrician, he often claimed he had no money. I thought he was joking, but in reality, he lived a modest life, and no one knew what he spent his earnings on. However, on the day of his funeral, over a thousand women attended. The line stretched outside—it was an unbelievable sight. My brother was single, had never married, and I had never heard of him having a romantic partner. So, I had no idea why so many women had come to pay their respects. Curious, I approached some of them and asked about their relationship with my brother. The answers I received stunned me.

　My brother had been persuading women who came to his clinic seeking abortions to reconsider. For those who could not afford to raise a child, he provided financial support out of his own pocket. Many of these women were not only helped financially but also emotionally supported by him. They deeply appreciated what he had done for them, and out of gratitude, they gathered to bid him farewell. Given how many women he had supported, it made sense that he had constantly claimed to be broke. And yet, he never spoke about it—not even to our family.”

　”That, too, was an act of atonement,” Noah replied. “Your ancestors took the lives of many women. To balance that, your brother saved women and their unborn children. His soul must have understood the need to atone for your lineage’s past sins.”

　”I see… Actually, my youngest brother suffers from a mental disorder. Is that also a form of retribution?”

　”Yes. That, too, is due to the lingering resentment in your family’s bloodline. The women who were murdered carried immense anger and sorrow, cursing your lineage with thoughts like, ‘You will never find happiness.’ That resentment has taken root in your family, manifesting in your youngest brother as mental illness. His suffering is another form of atonement.”

　Giovanni then spoke in a solemn, heavy tone.

　”When I was seven years old, I witnessed my grandfather being shot to death right in front of me. Even though World War II had officially ended, Nazi soldiers executed him. The shock was so overwhelming that I was unable to speak for three months. Since then, I have had a stutter. Even now, my speech is difficult to understand. I’m sorry.”

　Noah listened attentively, responding with warmth in his voice.

　”That was an enormous trauma. I feel for you. But that, too, is connected to your family’s karma. The sins of your ancestors affected your life in this way. Just as they had to hide their crimes, you were left speechless by the trauma of witnessing your grandfather’s murder. Everything is interconnected. Energy flows deeply between past and present.”

　Giovanni nodded quietly and continued.

　”My father also suffered from an illness and underwent treatment involving leeches to drain his blood. Everything in my family seems to revolve around blood… We even had instances where blood mysteriously seeped from the walls and floors. I always felt there was a dark past connected to it all. But I never imagined such a tragic history lay behind it.”

　Noah took a deep breath and spoke gently.

　”It truly is a tragic history. But now, I understand why I came to Italy. My purpose here is to break this chain of suffering. To cleanse the accumulated pain and resentment within this bloodline—once and for all.”

　Giovanni nodded deeply, his expression reflecting a sense of relief. It was as if, at that very moment, a glimmer of hope had appeared to end the long-standing cycle of suffering.

　Noah then turned to Giovanni and Edoardo and spoke solemnly.

　”Elisabeth Báthory appeared and said, ‘Thank you.’ With that, the centuries-old curse has finally come to an end. The Blood Countess herself has been freed, as have the spirits of the women she once murdered. In life, the Countess lived in a world of cruelty and madness, but after death, she was forced to face the truth of her actions. In the spirit realm, one’s past deeds are reflected like a mirror, an unavoidable reality. She had been bound by the immense hatred and sorrow of the women she killed, but today, that dark energy has been purified and released. And it’s not just her—your family, and your ancestors, have now been freed from this karmic curse. The long-unresolved mystery of your lineage has been solved. Today, the chain of the curse is finally broken.”

　Tears welled in Giovanni’s eyes as he took a deep breath and spoke with emotion.

　”This was an unbelievably tragic and heavy story. I never imagined my family carried such deep sorrow and suffering. Thanks to you, Noah, I finally feel at peace. If I had never met you, this cycle of grief would have continued endlessly.”

　His voice trembled, but his gratitude was clear.

　”Thank you. Truly, thank you. Because of you, not only our family but also our ancestors have been set free. I finally feel that we can move forward into a new future.”

　Listening to Giovanni’s words, Edoardo nodded, tears streaming down his face.

　A quiet air of relief and gratitude filled the space—one that transcended sadness, marking the end of a long-standing tragedy. And in that moment, as the curse unraveled, both men felt a profound sense of closure.

　Later, Noah shared another revelation.

　Elisabeth Báthory—the Blood Countess—had cruelly sacrificed young women in her reign of terror. But when she targeted noblewomen, the Habsburg family took immediate action, sending their army to surround her castle and bring an end to her atrocities. The captive women were freed, and the Countess herself was sentenced to life imprisonment. In other words, it was the Habsburg family who put an end to her reign of terror.

　Looking back at recent events, an intriguing parallel emerged: once again, it was a descendant of the Habsburg family who had saved the Báthory lineage.

　Noah revealed that Edoardo was actually a descendant of the Habsburg family. And it was Edoardo who brought Giovanni to Noah, leading to the liberation of the cursed lineage.

　The symmetry was astonishing—once again, the Habsburg bloodline had intervened to break the curse.

　Energy always works in mysterious and profound ways.

　

From Pain to Peace: A Transformative Session in Buenos…

　This session takes us to Buenos Aires, Argentina.

　Upon arriving in Buenos Aires, the capital of Argentina, my friend Laura was there to greet me. She works as a flight attendant for Aerolíneas Argentinas. Today, thanks to her introduction, a woman named Marcela came to the Noah’s session.

　Marcela was a beautiful and sophisticated woman with long blonde hair and striking blue eyes. She worked at a law firm and was fluent in English, which allowed the session to proceed without the need for a Spanish interpreter. She had been in a long-term relationship but was not yet married.

　As the session began, Noah quickly sensed a deep emotional wound within her. He spoke to her gently.

　”Marcela, I see a significant wound inside you. It’s something you experienced in your childhood.”

　Marcela nodded slightly and responded, “Yes, I understand.”

　Noah continued in a soothing voice, “Let’s look at this wound together and begin the healing process.”

　As Noah delved deeper, the source of her pain became clearer.

　”When you were around five or six years old, this wound was formed. I see a city filled with corpses. Bodies are piled onto trucks and carelessly dumped at intersections, as if to make a spectacle of them for the people in the city.”

　Hearing this, Marcela’s memories resurfaced. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to speak.

　”Yes… Among those bodies were my parents. Because of political conflicts, many people were massacred. My parents were among the victims. But I was lucky enough to be rescued and was adopted by a couple. I have never been able to forget what happened, though I try not to think about it. Still, the grief wells up from time to time. And it’s not just me—so many others lost their loved ones.”

　Noah nodded with understanding and said softly, “That must have been incredibly painful. You were just a small child. The trauma runs deep, but the people who took you in and raised you did so with love. That was a great blessing. Let’s begin healing this wound—let’s purify the sadness, the pain, the suffering, and the loneliness.”

　Noah continued the purification process for a while. Occasionally, tears streamed down his own face as well.

　”I can see your parents’ spirits,” he told her. “They are saying, ‘Thank you.’ Souls never truly disappear, even after death. Your parents are watching over you warmly from above. The past cannot be changed, but soon, you will find peace in your heart.”

　Marcela wiped away her tears and nodded deeply.

　”Thank you. As I went through the purification, the memories of that time surfaced one after another. At first, they were terrifying, and I couldn’t face them. But gradually, I was able to accept them. My heart feels lighter now. However, I still have recurring nightmares… Do you think they will stop?”

　Noah smiled reassuringly.

　”Yes, they will disappear. Those nightmares were a reflection of the fact that you hadn’t been able to fully process what happened. But from now on, you’ll be able to accept it as part of your past.”

　”I’m so relieved… That makes me really happy. Thank you so much.”

　Marcela continued to shed tears throughout the session, but by the time she left, her expression was bright.

　Later, after I had returned to Japan, I received an email from Marcela.

　”My recurring nightmares have completely disappeared. The memories remain as part of my past, but the deep sorrow that was buried in my heart is gone. I feel so much lighter. If possible, please come back to Argentina. There are so many others who suffer as I did. Please help heal them.”

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The Duke’s Hatred and Henry VIII’s Curse: A Castle’s…

　Catherine was the first person Noah conducted a session with in London. She was a woman who had married into a noble family.

　Her tall, slender figure was elegantly complemented by a high-quality white shirt and blue jeans, creating a refined yet casual look. She lived in London most of the time, but on weekends, she and her husband spent their time at a countryside castle they owned—a truly luxurious lifestyle.

　As the session began, Noah spoke.

　”You have accumulated a lot of emotions. And since your marriage, it seems like you’ve been bound by your husband’s energy. His family lineage appears to have some negative influences attached to it.”

　Catherine looked slightly surprised and responded.

　”Yes. Actually, we spend our weekends at our countryside castle, but strange and frightening phenomena occur there. Recently, my daughter visited the castle and stayed with us, but ever since she was a child, she has always said she found the castle terrifying. She is highly sensitive and claims to see ghosts within the castle. Additionally, I’ve heard stories about people being pushed down the stairs inside. Though she sometimes visits, she absolutely refuses to stay overnight.”

　”I see. Something might have happened in that castle in the past. Let me take a closer look.

　To your left, I see a butler. He seems to have a good sense of humor and an interesting personality.”

　Catherine nodded.

　”Yes, he is a very good person. He’s like a father figure to me.”

　”However, it seems that there is a problem related to this butler. As I look deeper, I can sense an extremely dark energy emerging… Very dark.”

　Catherine asked with concern.

　”Do you know what it could be?”

　”One of your husband’s ancestors seems to have gone mad. Let me investigate further.”

　Noah began to see a vivid story unfold before him, as if watching a drama.

　”One of your ancestors was a duke who opposed the British Parliament and attempted to restore the monarchy. However, his efforts ended in failure. At that time, due to the influence of the French Revolution, there was fear that a similar revolution might occur in Britain. To prevent this, the lower house of Parliament was opened to the common people, while the nobles took roles in the upper house, allowing democracy to take shape.

　But this duke fiercely opposed the idea of commoners participating in politics. He attempted to overturn the system by forming a secret society. However, his plan failed.

　After retiring, he lived on, consumed by his hatred toward the common people. His resentment and anger accumulated until he completely lost his mind. His rage was directed at the butlers who served him, representing the common folk. He tormented them mercilessly, leading many to quit. Yet, his hatred toward butlers never subsided. That energy of hatred remains within your family to this day. That’s why the relationship between the house’s masters and the butlers has always been strained.”

　Catherine seemed to recall something.

　”Now that you mention it, I’ve heard that one of ex-wives of my hudband severely mistreated the butlers.”

　Noah nodded.

　”That was likely influenced by the energy of this duke. But that’s not all. There’s another dark energy lurking in this castle.”

　Catherine was startled.

　”There’s more?”

　”Yes. It has to do with King Henry VIII frequently visiting this castle. He divorced his wife to marry his mistress. The Catholic Church strongly opposed this, declaring that anyone who did such a thing would be excommunicated. However, Henry VIII, determined to assert his power, declared, ‘I am the king. I will separate all churches in England from the Catholic Church.’

　He then executed priests who opposed him, earning the infamous nickname ‘Bloody Henry.’

　As he continued his ruthless executions, he became aware of the growing resentment against him and feared for his own safety. Seeking protection, he sought refuge in the castle of a close friend. That very castle is the one you and your husband now own and stay in on weekends.”

　Catherine’s eyes widened.

　”Come to think of it, I’ve heard that one of our ancestors was a very close friend of Henry VIII.”

　Noah nodded.

　”Exactly. Because of the countless lives Henry VIII took, he carried an immeasurable burden of resentment. By staying in your castle, those dark energies became embedded in its very walls and space there. The hatred he accumulated cast a dark shadow over the estate, triggering tragedies.

　That, combined with the lingering resentment of your ancestor, created a powerful negative force. This malevolent energy led to incidents like people being pushed down the stairs.”

　Catherine took a deep breath and spoke thoughtfully.

　”I’ve always felt a heavy atmosphere inside the castle, but I never imagined it was due to Henry VIII’s energy as well.”

　”Your ancestor, the duke who tormented his butlers, has now appeared before me. I have purified his hateful energy. At the same time, I’ve eradicated the lingering grudges within the castle. Now, all the darkness has vanished.”

　Shortly after the session ended, Catherine reached out to express her gratitude.

　”After the session, I felt an incredible lightness in both my body and mind. My daughter, who is very sensitive to energy, immediately noticed the change when she visited the castle. She said, ‘This place feels completely different! The energy is so much lighter and brighter now.’

　I was amazed by the transformation. Even the butler seems different—he appears much lighter in spirit. I believe Noah’s work helped cleanse a lot of the underlying issues. Although I’ve always had a good relationship with our butler, my relationship with my husband has been somewhat strained. But recently, I feel that has started to improve as well. Thank you so much.”

　Catherine’s words conveyed her astonishment and deep gratitude for the changes that had come to her life and the castle.

　She later showed me photos of the castle where she spent her weekends. It was an overwhelmingly massive estate, likely housing around 150 rooms. Its grand exterior carried a heavy historical presence. Even the interior, due to the lighting, appeared somewhat dim.

　However, those who visit this castle in the future will undoubtedly notice a significant change. The once-oppressive atmosphere has been lifted, replaced with bright and peaceful energy.

　Most importantly, tragic incidents like people being pushed down the stairs will never happen again. Reflecting on this, I realized just how meaningful this session truly was.

The Land of Kamakura Speaks: A Tale of Fear,…

　At a construction site in Kamakura, a series of inexplicable problems arose, bringing the construction project to a standstill. Suspecting an issue with the land itself, the site manager sought help, and thus, Noah and I were called to investigate.

　Noah walked around the site for a while before identifying a specific area where a powerful energy of fear remained. This energy affected not only the construction but also the surrounding residents, causing them to suffer from mental instability and unexpected misfortunes. As he delved deeper, he discovered that the land was saturated with not only fear but also anger, hatred, deep sorrow, and despair.

　Feeling the energy of the land, Noah began the process of purification. During this process, visions of past tragedies that had occurred there started to emerge.

　Slowly, Noah began to narrate the history of the land:

　”During the Kamakura period around the years 1200-1300, a man lived here. He was a musician who played gagaku, the Japanese traditional court music. However, his fortune turned for the worse when the Komparu school of Noh flourished and gained favor among the warrior class. With skilled performers of small hand drums and master dancers rising to fame, the public turned their attention to them, leaving the musician without an audience or students. As a result, he quickly fell into poverty and struggled to survive.

　In desperation, he devised a new way to earn money. At that time, high-ranking samurai were prohibited from taking women to the battlefield, which led to the widespread practice of taking young boys as their attendants—a tradition known as ‘chigo-ai’ (pederastic relationships between samurai and boys). The musician took advantage of this trend by training young boys in dance, selling them to samurai as entertainers and companions.

　He obtained boys through human trafficking and kidnapping, then confined them in a dark underground cellar, where he forced them to learn chigo-mai, a type of dance. The boys, who had been stolen from their homes or sold, were trapped in darkness, trembling in fear, and had no choice but to obey the musician. They endured constant beatings and starvation, but the worst moments came at night. If a boy was taken away during a silent night, he never returned. He was either sold off or killed. If the musician deemed a boy useless, he had no hesitation in killing him, believing that feeding an unproductive child was a waste.

　The boys suffered immensely, watching their fellow captives die of starvation or from brutal punishments. The musician deliberately instilled fear in them, ensuring their absolute obedience. Those who fell ill were abandoned and left to die. The cruelty of the musician was boundless, and the boys cried every single day, trapped in a world of fear and hatred. In the pitch-black cellar, someone was always weeping, trembling from the cold and hunger. The walls of the underground chamber absorbed their blood, tears, and terror.

　The musician continued this horrific practice for many years, sacrificing countless young lives. At night, high-ranking samurai secretly visited him to purchase boys, and because they held power, authorities turned a blind eye to his actions.

　However, as time passed, fate turned against him. One day, an adult man visited the aging musician. This man was one of the boys the musician had once raised and sold. He had spent his life plotting revenge for himself and his lost companions. Having grown strong and skilled with a sword, he had been waiting for the moment to avenge those who had perished at the musician’s hands.

　He stabbed the musician in the side, ensuring a slow and agonizing death rather than an instant one. He deliberately targeted the musician’s abdomen and liver, so he would suffer for days before dying. The emotions the musician experienced in his final moments—his agony, regret, and terror—were deeply imprinted upon the land.

　What a tragic and horrific history. But Noah’s story did not end there.

　He continued:

　”This man, after his death, was reincarnated multiple times and kept returning to this land. The energy of the boys’ resentment pulled him back repeatedly. During the Edo period, he was executed here by beheading. In a much more recent life, he suffered from severe liver disease and died in misery. From a young age, he was plagued by nightmares, lived in misfortune, drowned himself in alcohol, and hid his perverse desires from society. His final moments were filled with loneliness and regret.”

　After recounting this history, Noah completed the purification of the land.

　From that point on, the construction project proceeded smoothly, and all problems ceased. The lingering energy of hatred that had stained the land was finally released.

　Later, during the construction, the underground chamber where the boys had been imprisoned was discovered. It became clear that the dark energy had been affecting the residents of the area for generations. Family breakdowns, lonely deaths in old age, lives filled with misfortune—these were all manifestations of the deep-seated resentment embedded in the land. Now, at last, it had been freed from its tragic past.