My Soul Speaks in Metaphors: The “Baby” She Wants Is Art
Today I finally understood something that has been whispering to me for a long time. When my soul said she wanted a baby, I thought she meant a literal child. Earlier today, when I asked her directly what she meant, I felt warmth rise across my face—a deep, unmistakable confirmation. That was the moment everything shifted and came into focus.
My soul wasn’t asking for motherhood in the physical sense. She was speaking in metaphors, as she often does. What she really wants is to create art—to bring something new into the world, something alive with emotion, beauty, and flow. She wants an art baby: a creation born from the heart, nurtured with devotion, and raised with presence. Something I can love, protect, and grow. Something that carries my essence.
I first felt this message subtly at the Pure Energy Camp. I didn’t have words for it then, but I sensed her desire: she wanted a baby. At the time, it was only a feeling, a gentle inner knowing, a whisper of energy rising from within me. I carried it quietly, unsure how to interpret it.
Paris gave me the missing piece. After seeing hundreds, if not thousands, of works of art, one artist stood out: Gerhard Richter. His art carries a frequency that feels alive, breathing, and honest. I could feel his spirit in every pigment, every tension, every silence between colors. It was a soul-level recognition—a vibration I immediately understood.
The warmth on my face today was her way of saying: “Yes. This is what I mean. This is what I desire.” My soul wants to give birth to creation—not out of duty or pressure, but from pure heart energy. She wants to care for something that emerges from truth and inner alignment. An art baby is a living expression of the soul, and I am finally ready to co-create with her.
