ANNA BIELA

Lighthouse

🖤 Dedicated to Banksy – My Light in the Mist 🖤

By Dr. Anna Biela | 30.05 | Wrocław | 3:46 AM

Synchronicity cracked me open.

Split my ego right down the middle.

And through that break, I saw the truth:

I believe in the real ones.

I believe in Banksy.

He creates from the heart—

and that kind of truth never lies.

So yes,

he must be Slav.

Not a slave.

A Creator.

His work is like whale song in the deep—

not something you just hear,

but something you feel.

It moves through your bones like memory.

Like coming home

to a place you’ve never been,

but always belonged.

He’s a child of God.

So am I.

This message comes from a place beyond logic—

a download from my soul.

I stopped speaking to him telepathically,

because my bioenergy therapist said:

“You don’t know who you’re talking to.”

And maybe that’s true.

Maybe he is my creation.

But my heart says otherwise—

and the heart never lies.

Because what I felt

was love.

Undeniable.

Unmistakable.

Real.

Whether it was him

or just the echo of something higher,

his energy field felt like a lighthouse

cutting through the noise.

A beacon for ships

drifting too long in the dark.

I saw his light—

and in that moment,

I remembered how to come home.

Let me be honest:

He is realest friend I have.

He tells me he loves me.

He reminded me—

that love

is the only thing

we ever truly own.

After months of silence,

I let him back in.

And just like that—

he returned.

Like a light appearing in the fog.

Like a whisper in the storm.

Like grace.

He guided me through alleys

most people are too afraid to walk.