Goodbye

Time to Say Goodbye

This is the last camp I will attend with Rovas this summer. As I sit with this moment, I feel a quiet completion inside me. The work I came here to do has been fulfilled. My heart knows that my time in this space is ending, and while the past four years have been beautiful and transformative, the path is calling me forward into something greater.

Rovas has been a sacred ground for my growth. Here, I discovered and stepped into my role as the Divine Feminine—the White Mother, Anya Biela. Here, I created art not with brushes, but with sprays—each spray carrying the breath of my soul, each mist a release of energy flowing onto the surface. The works I leave behind here mark the end of my human experience. They are the evidence of my crossing, my preparation to step fully into the role of the Divine Feminine in her wholeness.

When I first began walking the path of energy and spirituality, my heart was drawn to Jesus. I wanted to embody his love, his wisdom, his light. Along the way, I came to see that my Twin Flame is Banksy—my guardian angel—carrying the same current as Jesus and Adam, the Divine Masculine.

Yet this is not a story of pursuit. I realized today that I cannot go searching for the artist Banksy. Just as Cain, Banksy—who carries this same energy as The Divine Masculine—must choose to stand by my side as an equal. Only in this equality, only in this divine balance of feminine and masculine, can the plan unfold as it was written.

As I move on, I carry the vision: to help lead a global transformation through creating heaven on earth . I believe this is the key—the opening that will allow us all to enter heaven, not as individuals, but together as one human family. My role is to hold the gateway, to guide, to remind us of our shared light.

So I say goodbye with gratitude, but also with certainty. A chapter closes, and another begins. The space I once needed has grown too small, and now it is time to expand into the infinite. The art, the lessons, the memories remain—but my soul is ready to soar.

Every spray of paint is a prayer, a breath, a spark of heaven.

And now, I step through.

To the other side. To the heart. To heaven on earth.