A Biographical Experience by Willy M. Olsen

Marta Prieto, director of Editorial Kolima, conceived the idea of compiling an anthology of impossible accounts. These narratives had to be truthful, written in the first person, and transcend what is considered normal. I had never spoken to anyone about my experiences with these terrible energies—as I decided to call them—but the initiative of Editorial Kolima motivated me to do so. I felt it might be meaningful to some readers and important to document something so impactful. How much it would have helped me in those years of uncertainty and fear to have found an account like this. Those who wish to read the complete story may do so in the book: Anthology of the Impossible.

On this website, I provide a summary of these experiences, along with a thoughtful interview conducted by Jordi Fortia on his program La Era del Ser. Thank you, Jordi!

 

Terrible Energies

Any resemblance to reality is pure reality.

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Terrible Energies

Some experiences fade with time. Others cannot be forgotten… because they split you in two. Terrible Energies recounts a true story marked by a mystery as physical as it is invisible: a series of intense, frightening, uncontrollable energetic episodes that began in childhood and followed Willy M. Olsen for years—until today, though the energies are no longer terrible, but quite the opposite.

From the age of nine, brief yet devastating surges of energy began: a discharge rising from the base of the spine, escalating violently, culminating in a flash of light and a sound that seemed to incinerate all experience in a single instant. It was a physical force—tangible, like electrocution.

The phenomenon left him trembling, drenched in sweat, and pierced by a distressing certainty: this is not normal. And no one could know—surely they would lock me away as insane.

The fear was not only in the episode itself. It was in the waiting. In not knowing when it would return—because it always returned—unpredictable yet infallible. Growing up under such conditions, carrying inexplicable experiences in solitude, was devastating for that child.

For years, Willy M. Olsen kept these events to himself out of shame, confusion, and fear of being labeled mad. He became withdrawn, hypersensitive, observant—more connected to nature than to people. It felt as though he inhabited the world “without an instruction manual.” Meanwhile life advanced—adolescence, shyness, isolation, the sense of not belonging—and the energies remained. Were they messages from beyond? Possession? Extraterrestrial contact? He explored countless possibilities, yet none matched what he experienced.

They appeared before sleep, sometimes triggered by dreams, always with the same violence—always marked by that final flash of light and strange humming sound that left him emptied… and shaking.

Yoga, Breath, and Failed Control

In adolescence, a narrow opening of hope appeared: yoga books belonging to his grandfather, discovered almost by chance. Breath. Prana. Vital energy. Willy M. Olsen began practicing at night, in secret—observing himself, seeking calm, seeking explanation, hoping to master the terrible episodes. Sometimes he experienced another kind of energy—pleasant, warm, vibrant, almost ecstatic. But at other times, the force would spiral out of control, striking with the same lash, the same explosion, the same fear.

Yet something was shifting. There was still fear—but also inquiry, and the emerging sense that mastery might be possible.

When Reality Disintegrates

Near the age of twenty came a decisive turning point.

One night, sensing the energy latent, Willy M. Olsen resolved to resist, confront, and dominate the experience. After more than an hour of breathing and meditation, it erupted—perhaps angered by the attempt at control—with unprecedented intensity. It did not cut off as usual. The final seconds stretched into eternity. He was thrown against his headboard, soaked in sweat. He tried to open his eyes to return to reality… but reality was gone. Only darkness remained, pierced by thousands of colored sparks, as though the world had switched off. Slowly, through measured breathing, matter reassembled itself. The room reappeared. Nothing was ever the same afterward.

The following day he considered telling his parents everything—seeking help, even committing himself. What if I am insane? But he could not bring himself to speak. He did not know where to begin.

A Sign: You Are Not Mad

That night, standing on his bedroom balcony beneath the weight of doubt, he raised a desperate plea to the heavens: “My God, if I am not mad, I need a sign. I truly need one.” The sign appeared. A shooting star crossed the sky precisely where his body turned, as if guided by something greater. In that instant, a different energy—powerful yet benevolent—flowed up his spine like a fountain. It was brief but decisive: he was not mad. He was not alone.

From then on, the journey shifted. Fear remained, and so did the energies, but now accompanied by conscious seeking. Encounters followed—almost improbable: a baroness, impossible gatherings, books sent from the United States, and finally a woman in Madrid, pendulum in hand, who introduced him to esoteric investigation—though none could truly explain his experiences.

The Hand of God

Several gurus avoided addressing his experiences; they did not know what to say. One offered a simple counsel: “Next time… ask God for help.”

One night, as the energy surged exponentially, Willy whispered through clenched jaws: “My God, help me!” He felt an immense hand descend from above, pressing the torrent of energy back down toward its base. Energy and hand wrestled—rising and pressing, rising and pressing—until finally the force dissipated. There was no final flash, but there was sound: a deep humming, like a radio tuning itself. The sound responded to the energy—it was how energy sounded. He called it the sound of creation.

The energies ceased to be a strange anomaly. They became a path.

The True Battle: Everyday Life

While these inexplicable phenomena unfolded, life struck Willy M. Olsen harshly: his parents’ financial collapse, the responsibility of supporting his family, work, first love and heartbreak, physical exhaustion—until his body failed catastrophically: hemorrhagic ulcers and surgeries that brought him to the brink of death.

The most terrible reality was no longer the energy. It was the internal patterns that nearly destroyed his health. Thus began a self-directed process of inner transformation he called reprogramming.

Reprogramming: When the Unconscious Governs

He came to understand that life is not governed by rational thought but by the unconscious—an invisible system recording emotional decisions from childhood and converting them into mandates that shape adulthood.

Through introspection he discovered that memory is unreliable, that conditioning rarely lies on the surface, and that freedom requires not only understanding—but reprogramming.

Reprogramming meant descending to one’s origin to rewrite the algorithm from its root—the primal fear. True transformation demanded connection with a higher emotion than fear: Love. It required years of sustained work—a task that, in truth, never ends.

Power and Responsibility

At twenty-six, in Bali, after completing the most demanding phases of reprogramming, a decisive episode occurred.

The energy began as always—but this time there was no terror. He felt internal “clicks,” as if pipes were locking into place. The force did not explode destructively; it flowed. It reached its critical threshold yet remained channeled. The power intensified exponentially until he sensed that any thought might manifest instantly. He focused on not thinking—allowing the energy to flow until it gradually subsided.

From that moment on, the energies were no longer terrible. They continued—but transformed.

And What Came After?

Shortly after turning thirty, life shifted. Reprogramming had reached a plateau that would resolve years later, yet the essential work had been accomplished. His health improved. His relationships matured. Prosperity required effort—but stability emerged.

He learned self-care and dedicated himself to what matters most: learning to be fully human. Occasional psychic and energetic experiences persisted, now met with gratitude rather than fear.

During his university years he had discovered a numerical matrix—a mathematical curiosity uncovered by chance. Gradually he perceived how aspects of knowledge and nature aligned with this structure. No literature addressed it. The body of insight grew.

The discovery was astonishing—yet undocumented.

Sharing it required a book—not a dry essay, but an initiatory adventure novel rooted in history. Thus was born “Pandora’s Verses”.

Years of research followed. Real events and contexts framed fictional protagonists whose inner development—mental, emotional, dream, and physical—reflected authentic processes inspired by lived experience. The novel, nearly half a million words, was published in two volumes in 2018 by Editorial Kolima: “Pandora’s Verses: Discover the Power of the Name of God”.

Readers embraced the narrative yet perceived the matrix as a literary device. Its deeper implications required exposition. This led to another book: “God’s Signature: Proof of a Creator”, as well as a documentary now freely available online.

Further research revealed how this numerical sequence interacts with nature, physics, DNA—even existential meaning. And there was more.

Applying the matrix to Earth itself yielded eight geographic points and eight corresponding dates—a journey called “The Planetary Matrix”.

Today, I share the knowledge derived from my experiences, investigations, and journeys through publications, documentaries, and courses and initiations.

I hope time allows me to continue.