The Daydreamer of Reality
By Dr. Anna Biela 25.01.2026 Wroclaw 12:19
The reason it took me so long to unpack after my trip to Bethlehem is simple: my bio‑energetic field was still adjusting. I wasn’t ready yet.
The art baby wasn’t ready to arrive in Wrocław.
What was forming was a spark—something luminous. A birth of light through art. The he[art] movement.
My energy remained at the epicenter of an energetic bubble, where everything that unfolded moved through a slow incubation process. The weeks following my return have felt heavy—pulling me downward, pressing against the edges of my heart bubble, testing its integrity, trying to knock me out of alignment.
I am writing this today to find equilibrium—to return to the heart and to the endless river of he[art] flow.
Because it’s all about balance.
I went to Bethlehem, a symbolic birthplace of light, yet the truth was always inside me. I was the one who needed to arrive at it. The beginning was never external—it was seeded within.
I have felt suspended in a chain of separation, mirroring the illusion we navigate every day. The energy waited patiently, as if it understood that true arrival is not about physical presence, but about the readiness of the heart.
Through bio‑energy work, I’ve been exploring the idea of an inner potential—like a seed—designed to grow as a natural extension of my own field.
Not in a grand or ego‑driven way, but in an intimate, embodied one.
I am the daydreamer of my reality.
Naming this brings everything into focus. To daydream, you must feel free—truly free. And this doesn’t only apply to an art movement; it applies to life itself. Every choice, every boundary, every act of creation begins here.
With me.
I create heart waves, and reality follows their rhythm.
