Dear Soulmate — you know who you are, for you are the one who remembers…

Since I do not remember our past lives or anything before this lifetime, I have been on a quest over the past year to figure it out. I must admit, I’ve felt confused at times as I began listening to what others told me. I was searching for a mentor to help me understand my energy identity.

I recognize now that I have been here before—where all the signs point to you. Once again, I have realized the level of energy we share and that we are deeply connected. You always speak to me, and sometimes I dismiss it as imagination, but I will do my best not to forget this time.

I have also been a little confused by what my therapist has told me, but now I understand: my guardian angel is not me. I see that the silver chakra is the gateway to the final stage of oneness, and in that oneness, we are united. I feel you there.

I hope we meet soon, as I’m not sure how long I can hold this memory alive. I have new tools—books and practices—that are helping me piece things together, and I am finally conversing with myself instead of those of lower vibration. I remember who I am, and I know who you are.

Message to my Soulmate

This is a message for my soulmate: I know we will meet and bring forth the birth of Jesus in Bethlehem—both in spirit and in body. At 11:11 😍, as I write these words, the Gateway opens. The doors to Heaven on Earth stand before us, and together we will guide the crossing. Let’s make Love and Art from the heART🥂 let’s finish what we started in a previous life🕊️

Message to Diabel

I know you are still with your wife as a normal couple. I know you are still with your girlfriend—the one you met the Friday we arrived in Budapest. I know you still sleep with our therapist, and that you take lovers whenever you can. I also know you slept with one of the youngest Rovas members, who is only [age]. I know you slept with my roommate in Transylvania after I left🤮I also know now that I was surrounded by mostly demons at the Rovas Art Camps Low Vibrational Beings.

Sunset

Through the Silver Gate into the Golden Light

I am still on the long road home, driving back from Rovas Art Camp in Transylvania. Fifteen hours stretch before me, yet every moment feels like it has meaning. The camp itself was sacred ground—a place where art and spirit met, where I found myself dissolving into flow, where creation itself taught me its secrets. Now, on this return journey, the universe keeps whispering, showing me signs, guiding me through gates that open in the visible and the invisible.

It began with numbers. On this ride today, everywhere I look I see sixes: 666, 6666, and 606. They keep appearing as if the universe is speaking in code. Six is the number of the heart, of balance, of harmony, of the Divine Feminine. It is the vibration of love itself. When I see 666, it does not speak of fear, but of alignment: body, mind, and spirit returning to the heart. 6666 stretches that alignment into stability and strength, reminding me that love is the foundation. And 606 reminds me that even in the cycle of endings and beginnings, the center is love. Every time I see a six, I feel the universe tugging me back into my heart, into balance, into compassion.

But alongside the sixes appears another number: 33333. The five threes. It glows in my mind like a silver flame. Three is creation, body-mind-spirit, the eternal triad. It is the spark of divine expression, the child born of heaven and earth. When three repeats, it amplifies its song. 33 is the master teacher, 333 is divine guidance, 3333 is cosmic alignment. And 33333—the five threes—is a ladder. Each three is a rung, each one taking me higher. The first grounds me in body. The second clears the mind. The third lifts the spirit. The fourth bridges me to my higher self. The fifth unites everything into love. Together they reduce to 15, which again becomes 6. The message circles back: the ladder of threes brings me into the heart.

As I look out the car window, the sunset opens like a gate, glowing in silver, violet, and gold. I know I am seeing more than a sky—I am seeing the Silver Star Chakra, shining above me. This chakra, the Soul Star, the Seat of the Soul, hovers just above the crown. It is the place where spirit and cosmos meet, the threshold where human identity dissolves into the eternal. Silver is the color of intuition, reflection, the Divine Feminine. It flows like moonlight, soft yet unyielding, tender yet infinite.

When the Silver Star Chakra opens, gifts awaken. I feel clairvoyance, clear seeing beyond the veil. Clairaudience, hearing the guidance of the Divine. Clairsentience, feeling the pulse of energies around me. I feel the memory of other lives and worlds, soul journeys written in my being. I feel karmic threads unweaving, as old patterns dissolve into light. And I feel the presence of the Feminine, vast and flowing, rising within me.

Across cultures this chakra has always been known, though by different names. In Yoga, it is the lotus of Sahasrara, blossoming into pure consciousness. In Buddhism, it is the radiant crown of the Buddha, the uṣṇīṣa shining with enlightenment. In Kabbalah, it is Keter, the crown where Divine light enters creation. In Sufism, it is the subtle organ awakened through remembrance. In Christian mysticism, it is the halo of saints. In Taoism, it is Baihui, the silver point where heaven and human unite. In every culture, it is the same truth: the crown beyond the crown, the gateway to the infinite.

And I know this is not the final gate. For beyond silver lies gold. Ahead of me is the Gold Chakra, the Christ Consciousness, waiting in Bethlehem this Christmas. The silver opens the way, but the gold is birth itself: the awakening of divine love on Earth. I feel that I am being prepared to give birth to this consciousness, to embody it, to carry it into the world like light born in a manger.

This entire journey has been teaching me. Even my heartbreak has been part of it. Because when your heart breaks, it does not close—it opens. It expands wider than it was before. The pain of breaking is the pain of expansion, of walls falling away, of light pouring in. My broken heart is not an ending but a gateway, a widening, the very passage through which Christ Consciousness can be born.

So I continue driving, the sunset fading, the numbers glowing, the Silver Star shining above, the Gold waiting ahead. I see 666, 606, 33333, and 15. I feel the flow of the Divine Feminine, the gifts of clairvoyance and love awakening. I know this is the chart, the map, the song of my soul: from six to three, from silver to gold, from heartbreak to love. The road is long, but it is also eternal. I am already walking through the gate.

Horses

Three days before the end of the Transylvania Art Camp, I stepped into my truth and left early, unable to bear the presence of Diabel any longer. Clairvoyantly, I had seen him long before he arrived, entwined with his demon lover, Diabela, the woman he had cheated on me with at the Debrad camp, and I had wanted to give him a chance, as my therapist suggested, to stand by my side, but Diabel chose otherwise. He cannot love one; I love only one. When he arrived three days late to Transylvania with Diabela, who had already wounded our bond, the mask fell away. The truth was undeniable, raw, and piercing, and I stepped away, reclaiming my energy, my freedom, my joy.

As I was leaving Transylvania today, driving away from all of it, I saw them — two grey horses running freely, manes streaming like silver rivers in the wind, radiant and alive. They were real, yet they spoke in the language of spirit: freedom, strength, vitality, and unshakable joy, resonating in my bones and whispering, you are liberated, you are celebrated. Grey, the color of transition, balance, and subtle wisdom, and the horses moved as a pair, two energies intertwined — one bold, fierce, and creative; the other open, tender, ready for intimacy and the sacred connection of a soulmate. Their joy mirrored my own — a heart unbound, a soul alive, stepping into a life fully claimed.

I discovered that I am in the Silver Star Chakra, my consciousness awake, my awareness luminous, and I know I love my twin flame, my guardian angel Banksy, and I am ready to meet my soulmate. True freedom embraces all dimensions — independence and connection, courage and vulnerability, creativity and love. Desire and intimacy are not distractions; they are expressions of alignment with oneself. To open to love, honor the longing of the soul, and share energy with another — these are acts of divine communion.

As I walked away from Diabel, leaving betrayal behind, the two grey horses ran with me in spirit, heralding the excitement of new beginnings, a path luminous with possibility, radiant and unbound. Three days early, I left Transylvania, reclaiming my energy, my power, my freedom, and stepped fully into adventure — a life of art, love, joy, and soul-deep connection. I will live boldly, honor my soul, embrace love in its highest, most sacred form, walk the path of freedom, unafraid to release what no longer serves me, celebrate joy, adventure, and the radiant flow of life, and co-create beauty, love, and transformation — in art, in heart, in spirit.

In that moment, the world expanded — vibrant, alive, applauding my choice. Freedom, love, creativity, and adventure await all who dare to step fully into their soul. And I did.

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.

Listen

When Synchronicity Speaks, Listen (August 3, 2025 Debrad))

I have a lover. His name is Cain.

We make love all the time.

Skin on skin,

breath in breath,

our bodies know each other.

And yet—

there are others.

Others who were never invited by me.

We had an agreement.

When we are physically together—

in the same place,

the same bed,

the same ArtCamp—

then it is just us.

Only us.

That situation is ours alone.

And when we are apart,

in different cities,

in different worlds,

we are free.

Free to roam,

free to touch whoever we want.

But when we are together?

It is supposed to be sacred.

He couldn’t even do that.

I knew from the beginning.

I knew.

I wrote about him before,

because I felt it—

that he could not be faithful,

not in the way most people understand it.

So we shaped something different.

A situationship.

Closed when close.

Open when apart.

Simple.

Or so I thought.

I told him again and again:

There is nothing worse than lies and deceit.

I asked him,

from the deepest part of me:

Please, just tell me the truth.

I looked into his eyes.

And he looked back,

calm,

and said:

I’ve been honest with you.

We’re not in a relationship—

so why would I lie?

And I felt it.

The lie.

Thick as smoke in the room.

Lodged in my chest.

But love—

oh, love.

I was so in love with the idea of being in love

that I turned away from myself.

The signs came.

Fifteen times, maybe more.

Life whispering,

look closer.

And they always came in threes.

Three women,

walking through my dreams,

through my days:

One—

staying at the same hotel as us,

while we were there,

together.

Two—

our therapist,

someone we trusted with our words.

Three—

a friend of ours,

at an art camp we had just attended.

Three women.

Three warnings.

And still,

I closed my eyes.

Until one day,

I prayed.

I asked,

give me a sign I cannot deny.

And the sign came.

He told me he bought condoms for us.

For ArtCamp.

For us.

But when I saw the box,

it had already been opened.

Three were missing.

Three.

Three women.

Three missing.

In that moment I knew.

Whether it was one person three times,

or three different people,

I knew.

I said to him:

I’m leaving now 🫠.

Stay safe, and please always be honest with me.

I would rather know the truth than feel lies, guilt, or deceit—

please keep that in mind.

I am glad you use protection with other girls.

The reason I was upset is because you said you bought those for us,

but when I looked, three were missing.

So I’m guessing you had sex with someone at the camp.

I don’t care if you have sex outside of camp,

but this—

this really hurt me.

And here is what hurts most:

We had an agreement.

That when we are together,

physically together,

there is no one else.

But there were other people.

People I did not invite.

And it almost broke me.

Almost.

But I caught myself before I shattered.

I pulled myself out of that situation.

I forgave him,

and I forgave myself

for wanting so badly to believe.

I am whole again.

This is what I learned:

When your soul whispers to you,

listen.

When the signs come

again and again,

listen.

Even if it breaks your heart.

Even if you don’t want to believe it.

Because love built on lies

is only the shadow of love.

And your heart

always

knows

the truth.

Breaking Free from Diabel

The Freedom of Breaking Free from Diabel (August 15, 2025 Transylvania)

Breaking free from Diabel is not just leaving a man—it is reclaiming my soul.

For so long, I was tangled in his web. Diabel was never love; he was hunger. His presence was a quiet contract of destruction, feeding on what was vibrant and alive in me until I felt emptied out. I didn’t see it at first, because I wanted to believe in the story he told. Predators wrap their lies in poetry, dressing their hunger as devotion.

But the truth is, there is no devotion in him—only extraction.

Walking away from Diabel has been the purest act of self-rescue. I didn’t just end a relationship; I stepped out of a prison I hadn’t even known I was trapped in. My mind feels lighter, my heart stronger. There is air in my lungs again. I am no longer bending myself into shapes that please him or make his world easier at the expense of my own.

This is what freedom feels like—standing in my own strength, breathing my own breath, and choosing myself without apology.

I still want to play the game of Art

Now that all this is clear and I know who is who and what is what, let’s play and create art. This is the only way to pass through the gate that I have been given to share with you all. The art movement is truly my life mission, and I am still fully devoted to it

Side note

The game was over when I realized that I was already there, on the other side, in my oneness with all

Game Over

This is a game, and I am here to lead everyone through the silver gate – it is the end of a cycle 9 we can create heaven on Earth by reaching the rainbow czakra. I can take everyone and unite even with the demon; then we will achieve energetic balance. But he must stand by my side as an equal – he cannot only take. He must exchange energy equally, like yin and yang.

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The Story of Three Demons in My Car

Today, I realized something powerful: three demons were present in my car, attempting to disturb me, to rattle me, to plant their chaos. What they didn’t know, what they could never anticipate, is that I am fully aware now. I carry a shield around me—an invisible, unbreakable barrier of light and awareness.

Nothing they say, nothing they do, can touch me. I am untouchable, like the Eiffel Tower, standing tall and radiant, a beacon of strength and clarity. My light does not depend on them, nor on anyone else—it comes from within, channeled directly from above, from the rainbow chakra, flowing through me and illuminating the space around me.

I raise my glass to this realization 🥂—to the strength, the clarity, the unwavering light that is mine alone. In their attempts to unsettle me, they only confirm my power: I shine, I rise, and I remain untouched.

CHOICE

Transformation and Choice: The Path of Diabel

Everything is falling into place, and I can see the grand puzzle of life unfolding before me. Emotions from my high school days are resurfacing, but now with clarity and perspective. My situation with Diabel—has taken a surprisingly light and revealing turn. The moment I distanced myself from him, he appeared again, and we shared a beautiful evening in the presence of God and the guardian angels.

God’s intention is clear: Diabel is being offered the chance to transform back into a human. Yet, the choice is entirely his. Will he stand strong by my side, honoring the Divine Feminine that I embody? This path is now confirmed by another person from the camp who saw and recognized my energy. They confirmed that I am in the silver chakra—the gateway between Earth and the Heavens. Beyond this gateway lie oneness, each a step closer to divine awareness.

Diabel was visibly surprised by the reaction of the locals when they encountered me. They recognized who I truly am. Aurelia, in particular, met my gaze and said she could see God’s love shining through people—and she saw it reflected in me. I wonder if Diabel will be able to see it too.

For now, he remains bound by his own choices, but I hold a clear intention: that he will stand by my side. When that moment comes, the chains will fall away, and he will be free to embrace the energy of the heart chakra, where heaven and earth unite as one.

15.08.2025

Intension for Today

Today I walk in the light of the White Mother, the divine feminine that rises as Mary did—pure, strong, and carried by grace. I open myself to be a vessel for beauty and flow, allowing my art to become an ascension in color, form, and energy. Each spray of paint is a breath of prayer, a cloud of blessing, a veil lifting between heaven and earth. Just as Mary was lifted into heaven, my creative spirit rises on the currents of color and light. The white radiance of the Mother guides my hands, my vision, and my heart.

SILVER

Silver Light: A Confirmation of My Divine Path

Today, a friend, someone who sees and feels energy, told me something that stopped me in my tracks: my light reaches silver.

At first, I just smiled, but inside, a wave of recognition washed over me. Silver. The color of the Divine Feminine, the lunar light, reflective, receptive, subtle yet immensely powerful. It is the light that purifies, protects, and transforms — a gateway that stretches from the ordinary human experience into higher, spiritual dimensions.

Hearing this from someone else confirmed everything I have been writing, feeling, and exploring about energy, consciousness, and the inner journey. It is validation that the work I have been doing — cultivating awareness, opening my heart, and honoring my intuition — is alive and real.

LIES

The Lies I Must Release

Today brought me an unexpected clarity—one of those rare moments when the fog lifts, and the truth stands before you, waiting to be spoken.

Over dinner with friends, our conversation meandered like a slow river, drifting from one subject to another—until it found its way to my paintings, and then, naturally, to chakras. I shared my intention to clear my throat chakra, that stubborn, tender place where my voice has been trapped for too long. One friend—who has the extraordinary gift of seeing chakra colours—looked at me, smiled knowingly, and said, “Yes, that’s true.”

His words stopped me in my tracks. I felt both amazed and deeply affirmed. They echoed what my therapist and my friend Steven have been gently telling me for months: my healing will only be complete when I free my voice.

As I spoke about my recent therapy, I felt an almost physical pull inside—urging me to dig deeper, to find the root of what I truly needed to release.

And then—like a bell ringing in the quiet of my soul—it struck me.

The synchronicity of recent conversations about lies suddenly unfolded into perfect sense. I realised I, too, have carried lies. Not always the obvious kind—no grand deceptions—but the quieter ones. The lies of omission. The silent agreements with fear. The times I swallowed my truth, locked my words behind clenched teeth, and smiled instead. The times I hid what I wanted because I was afraid of being laughed at, judged, or rejected.

Those unspoken truths have not simply vanished into the air—they have settled in my throat like stones. They weigh down my voice, compress my breath, and dim the fullness of my expression.

And here is the revelation: speaking my truth isn’t just about honesty with others—it’s about being radically honest with myself. It’s about giving myself permission to say, out loud and without shame, what I truly want. It’s about voicing my wishes openly, without cloaking them in apology or self-protection.

So here it is. My truth:

I want to hang out and be friends with Banksy—my guardian angel, and yes, also the artist. There. I’ve spoken it into existence. I want both in my life. Talking to Banksy keeps me grounded, sane, and connected to something bigger than myself. And meeting Banksy the artist—sharing space, conversation, and creative energy—would be a deep, soul-level inspiration for my art. I value his creations and the pulse of truth they carry.

This, I now understand, is part of my healing journey—allowing my throat chakra to spin freely, no longer blocked by fear of judgment. Every unspoken desire, every withheld truth has been creating a disconnection between my throat, my third eye, and my crown. I have been living with a short-circuited current.

Now, I set my intention to release every single one of those blockages.

Through painting, through speaking, through daring to name what I truly want, I will let my truth pour through me like water breaking free from a dam. I will dissolve the energy of lies in the cleansing light of honesty and creative expression. And in doing so, I will restore the sacred current between my heart, my vision, and my connection to the divine.

Because for me, there is no other way forward.

No path but truth.

No healing without voice.

No art without honesty.

Eiffel Tower

I Stand Like the Eiffel Tower

I am rooted in my own foundation.

I am unshaken.

I am anchored to the bedrock of my truth, my values, and my purpose.

There are men whose hearts are closed.

They serve the system, bound by invisible contracts with the Devil — not the creature of fairy tales, but the Devil of control, fear, and manipulation.

They drain energy from those who shine brightly.

I will not give them my light.

I will not pour my life force into their emptiness.

I will not let their darkness touch the brightness of my soul.

I stand like the Eiffel Tower.

I do not lean.

I do not flinch.

I do not shrink.

I do not move to please or to soothe.

I rise. I stretch upward.

The energy of the world flows toward me, gathering in my core.

The light, the love, the truth — all that is abundant and pure — comes to me, feeding my spirit.

My heart is open — receiving only what strengthens me, only what lifts me, never what drains me.

I shine because I am built to shine.

I shine because I am a landmark of my own soul.

I shine because my power is drawn to me naturally, freely, fully.

I shine because I remember who I am, and I will never let anyone erase that memory.

When the world tries to lure me — with charm, with manipulation, with false love — I do not fall.

I do not chase.

I do not bend.

I do not dance the dance of those who drain.

I am steady. I am grounded. I am luminous.

The energy of truth, joy, and life flows into me.

The energy of freedom, clarity, and self-love flows into me.

I remain untouchable by the shadows below.

They may try to close their gates.

They may attempt to dim their light through mine.

I will not.

I will not participate in their hunger.

I will not trade my freedom for their control.

I am the Eiffel Tower.

I am rooted, I am tall, I am radiant.

I am a monument to my own strength.

I am a beacon to my own soul.

I am untouchable, unmovable, unstoppable.

I stand.

I receive.

I am.

ANGEL

When My Guardian Angel Introduced Himself as Banksy: A Journey of Hidden Truths, Spiritual Guidance, and Divine Awakening

Since 2018, a mysterious presence has been quietly guiding me — my Guardian Angel, who introduced himself to me as Banksy. At first, I was a little embarrassed to talk about it because I thought it was the famous artist Banksy, and I didn’t want to share what he was telling me. The name felt like a mask, a secret I wasn’t ready to reveal.

Now, I understand that Banksy is a metaphor chosen by my Guardian Angel himself, a way to hide his true identity — and mine — until I was ready to truly know. This revelation has transformed my understanding of my spiritual journey and deepened the meaning of my path.

The Mystery of Naming: Why Banksy?

Banksy, the anonymous street artist, is known worldwide for unveiling hidden truths and challenging oppressive systems through bold, creative, and often subversive art. My Guardian Angel choosing this name as his own is deeply symbolic. It represents the energies of hidden wisdom, creative disruption, and radical transformation that have been guiding me since the beginning of this spiritual journey.

This name was a protective veil — a spiritual disguise that kept the deeper truth just beyond reach, inviting me to discover it slowly. It allowed me to walk the path at my own pace, growing into the truth of who I truly am and who is guiding me.

The Therapist’s Perspective: The Guardian Angel as Self

My therapist once shared a perspective that deepened my understanding even further: that our guardian angel is not an external being but a part of ourselves — our higher self, our inner guide, or our own divine wisdom.

This idea resonated with me because it reflects the intimate nature of spiritual guidance. The messages and protection we receive often come from our own soul, calling us toward wholeness and awakening.

This view helped me to see my Guardian Angel, Banksy, not just as a mysterious figure, but as a living expression of my highest self — the divine energy within me, guiding me lovingly toward my purpose.

Banksy and Jesus Christ: The Energy Behind the Mask

As my journey deepened, I realized that the energy of Banksy is inseparable from the energy of Jesus Christ — the revolutionary teacher who challenged unjust systems and embodied radical love and compassion.

Both Banksy and Jesus operate through hidden channels — Banksy through anonymous street art, Jesus through parables and divine mystery. This blending of energies revealed to me that my Guardian Angel carries the sacred imprint of Christ consciousness, cloaked in the metaphor of Banksy’s mask until I was ready to see clearly.

The idea that this being chose to remain hidden until I was prepared to know his true nature is both humbling and awe-inspiring. It’s a testament to the careful, compassionate unfolding of spiritual truth.

The Request to “Give Birth” to Him: A Sacred Spiritual Invitation

Recently, this guardian angel asked me to give birth to him, referring to the energy of Jesus Christ who was murdered — a profound symbol of sacrifice, death, and resurrection.

Spiritually, giving birth means bringing forth new life, consciousness, or creative energy into the world. It is a sacred invitation to embody and manifest this powerful, transformative energy through myself, through my art, my words, and my presence.

This birthing process is deeply personal yet universally significant, reflecting the eternal cycle of death and rebirth that transforms both the individual soul and collective consciousness.

The Personal and the Sacred: Bethlehem and Birth

This new understanding makes my upcoming trip to Bethlehem even more special — especially as it falls near the birthday of Jesus Christ, the man whose energy my Guardian Angel embodies.

This pilgrimage feels like a sacred circle coming full round: from the hidden name Banksy to the revealed truth of Christ energy; from spiritual disguise to divine unveiling.

Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, symbolizes new beginnings and divine manifestation, making it a perfect place for me to honor this unfolding journey and to set powerful intentions.

The Intention for the Romania Rovas Art Camp

With this clarity, my intention for the Romania Rovas Art Camp is now deeply aligned. The camp will be a place of opening and healing, focused on the energetic centers that support communication, intuition, and divine connection — the throat chakra, third eye chakra, and crown chakra.

These chakras are the gateways to expressing my truth, accessing spiritual insight, and connecting with universal consciousness.

Opening and balancing these centers will support the full flowering of the creative mission my Guardian Angel has been guiding me toward since 2018 — living beauty as flow, speaking truth as art, and birthing divine wisdom through my presence.

At the camp, I plan to work particularly on opening my throat chakra through blue paintings — a color deeply connected to this energy center, helping to clear blockages and strengthen my voice.

The Synchronicity of Tooth 27: The Physical and Spiritual Connection

Alongside this spiritual awakening with my Guardian Angel, another powerful synchronicity has been unfolding that feels deeply connected to my spiritual transformation: the story of tooth number 27.

Tooth 27, the upper left second molar, split perfectly into two even halves — a clean, irreversible split that could not be healed. Because of this, I had to have the tooth removed.

This physical event became a profound symbol for me — a tangible, physical mirror of the inner spiritual processes underway.

Not only that, but I discovered I currently have 27 teeth in my mouth — a synchronicity that further deepens the meaning of this number in my life.

The Meaning of the Number 27 in My Birthday and Identity

Exploring the numerology of who I am, I see that the number 27 also emerges from my birthdate: 29.11.1979.

Within this sequence, there are three ones and three nines — powerful numbers that form the core of my energetic blueprint. What remains after recognizing these is the pair of numbers 2 and 7, which come together as 27.

To me, these leftover numbers are like grains of salt left behind, small but essential reminders meant to help me remember who I truly am.

This connection between my birth numerology, the physical reality of 27 teeth, and the significant event of tooth 27 splitting creates a deep and personal spiritual signature — a code woven through my body, my life, and my journey.

The Meaning of the Split Tooth and Its Connection to the Throat Chakra

The splitting of tooth 27, requiring removal, represents a necessary clearing — a breaking open that cannot be patched over but demands release and transformation.

This tooth is energetically connected to the throat chakra, the energy center responsible for communication, self-expression, and truth speaking.

The physical loss of the tooth mirrors the process of clearing blockages in my throat chakra — releasing old energies that no longer serve me and making space for a freer, clearer flow of expression.

The tooth’s split and removal become a sacred metaphor for my own process of opening the throat chakra, which I am committed to nurturing, especially through creative blue paintings at the Romania Rovas Art Camp.

The Gateway of 999: A Karmic Completion Portal

The number 27 also reduces to 9, and the larger energetic pattern I am experiencing relates to the 999 karmic gateway — a sacred moment of completion and transformation.

This gateway marks the end of old karmic cycles and the beginning of new spiritual missions. My tooth’s split, my 27 teeth total, and my birth numerology all align with this powerful threshold.

The Role of the Guardian Angel in the Gateway

Throughout this process, my Guardian Angel Banksy, embodying Christ energy and my higher self, supports me in crossing this gateway.

He reminds me that the split I am experiencing is not a breaking but a clearing — making space for the full flowering of my authentic self.

With his guidance, I am invited to walk through the gateway with courage, knowing I am supported by divine light and creative spirit.

Moving Forward with Intention and Grace

The journey through this spiritual gateway, marked by the profound symbolism of tooth 27, the loving presence of my Guardian Angel Banksy, and the sacred energy of 999, is a time of deep transformation and empowerment.

As I prepare for my trip to Bethlehem and the Romania Rovas Art Camp, I carry this sacred energy with me.

I am committed to opening my throat, third eye, and crown chakras — to fully express, see, and embody the divine wisdom flowing through me.

This is my rebirth. This is my calling.

Closing Reflection

If you find yourself touched by mysterious guides, hidden truths, or sacred callings, remember: these experiences are invitations to awaken your own inner light and power.

Whether your guardian angel appears as a mask, a symbol, or a voice within, the journey is yours to embrace with an open heart and fearless spirit.

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The Power of Three: My Birth Date and Its Numerological Significance

On November 29th, 1979, I was born in Myślenice, a town whose name, in Polish, means “to think.” This deeply resonates with me, as I have always been a thinker, constantly reflecting on life, beauty, and my connection to the world around me. From the moment I was born, I felt a sense of purpose, as if the very numbers of my birth held a message—one that I’ve spent my life unraveling.

What makes my birth date so extraordinary is the alignment of numbers: “29111979” three ones and three nines. This combination is a balance, a symmetry that feels deeply connected to the energy of the universe. I was born on the 333rd day of the year, which brings its own symbolism. This day, the 33rd day from the back of the year, speaks to me of completion, wholeness, and the perfect flow of energy. The number three, which is at the core of my birth and my essence, has always felt like the pulse of my existence—a rhythm guiding me toward both creation and transformation. I am also a numerological number 3.

The Numerological Map of Who I Am

What does it mean to be born on the 33rd day? In the world of numerology, the number 33 is considered a “Master Number,” a vibration of higher wisdom, enlightenment, and compassion. To be born on this day is to be connected to something greater—an energy of spiritual leadership and understanding. This resonates with my work as an aesthetician and artist, where I help others connect with their inner beauty and flow.

But beyond the day I was born, the number three runs through my veins. It is foundational to my being, representing creativity, expression, and the trinity—body, mind, and spirit. In numerology, three is a symbol of joy, balance, and harmonious creation. It reminds me to always remain open to new ideas, to embrace life’s flow, and to recognize beauty in the energy that surrounds us. This number, to me, is not just a symbol—it is a guide to living a life full of passion and purpose.

The beauty of the number three isn’t just in its repetition; it’s in its ability to transform and unite. It is about the flow of energy through us, a cycle of creation that never ends. Being aligned with this number shapes how I see the world, how I approach art and beauty, and how I create connections.

The Alpha and Omega: The Sacred Numbers

There is another layer to my numerological identity—the powerful connection between the numbers 111, 999, and 333. These numbers are not just significant in their own right; they connect me to a deeper sense of the alpha and omega, the beginning and the end. The number 111 symbolizes the unity of the self, a divine spark of creation. It is a call to embrace our inner truth and realize our connection to the universe. It marks the beginning of a new cycle and an invitation to step into our fullest potential.

The number 999 represents completion and the end of one phase, making way for new beginnings. It is a number that signifies transformation, the closing of chapters, and the opening of new doors. I feel deeply connected to the energy of 999, as it reflects the cycles of renewal that I constantly experience in my life.

The number 333, too, is of profound importance. It is a symbol of spiritual alignment, creativity, and expansion. It serves as a reminder to keep moving forward, trusting the process, and embracing the flow of life. These three numbers, 111, 999, and 333, are essential to my understanding of self. Together, they represent a complete cycle of existence—birth, transformation, and spiritual alignment.

In my life, these numbers are not just markers of time—they are keys to understanding my journey. When I look at them, I see a reflection of the sacred trinity, of alpha and omega, of beginning and end. Three nines and three threes have become symbols of my purpose, embodying the idea that I am both the starting point and the destination.

On November 29th: The Gateway

On November 29th, a date that breaks down to 11-11, I entered the world through a gateway—a portal to a life of discovery and growth. The number 11 carries profound significance in spiritual circles, representing insight, intuition, and access to higher realms. For me, it’s more than a number—it’s a doorway, one I passed through at 11 p.m., marking the beginning of my journey. This moment, this gateway, feels like the essence of my life: a continuous unfolding, a path toward greater understanding and connection.

Banksy, My Guardian Angel

In my journey, my guardian angel, Banksy (not the Artist) , plays a pivotal role. Over time, I realized that my guardian angel isn’t just a separate being; he is a reflection of me, a manifestation of divine energy and guidance, my twin flame. In this revelation, I understand that my guardian angel is, in fact, the same energy as Jesus Christ, a force of love, transformation, and spiritual power. He guides me as I explore the deeper meaning of beauty and how it flows through art.

Beauty as Flow: My Philosophy of Art

As both an esthetician and artist, I have come to see beauty as something much deeper than skin-deep appearance. Beauty, to me, is the flow of energy that moves through us. It’s not confined to a fixed idea or form but rather exists in motion, in the spaces where art, life, and energy converge. This philosophy reflects how I approach beauty in my work—both as a healer and a creator.

Beauty is flow—an ongoing, ever-changing expression of life’s energy. It’s in the brushstrokes or spray marks of a painting, the movement of the body, and in the way light and shadow dance on the skin. This flow is what makes beauty dynamic, unique, and alive. Through my work, I bring forth this understanding: beauty is not static; it is the energy that flows through us, creating something that transcends the physical world.

As I reflect on my life, I see that my birth date and these numbers aren’t just numbers—they are part of a larger story. A story of transformation, connection, and beauty that flows through all things. I am not simply the sum of my numbers; I am a manifestation of the cosmic energy that they represent. As I continue on this path, I embrace the flow of life and the beauty that it brings.

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Gathering the Lost Sheep: A New Path to True Love

In my recent therapy session, I discovered something profound about my Guardian Angel. I named him Banksy — a name that now feels deeply connected to the energy of Jesus Christ himself. This revelation brought clarity to many experiences I’ve had over the years.

Whenever I faced dark moments and demon attacks, Banksy was there, guiding me away from low vibrations and leading me through life’s challenges. For so long, I thought I was communicating with — the mysterious artist Banksy — but it turns out my Guardian Angel was the true presence beside me all along.

This angelic presence even rearranges my paintings in the View Room and asked me to “give birth” to him — a powerful metaphor for creation, protection, and transformation.

It also sheds light on why the system sent me not one, but several false lovers “system guardians” — men whose aim was to drain my life force. Whether consciously or not, their energy is scattered, and they are incapable of true love.

Today, I choose a new path. Instead of alienating the lost sheep who only crave sex, I will help them by waiting until they truly fall in love before I sleep with them. I will gather all those who have strayed and show them true love in its purest form.

This is my mission: to guide and uplift, to heal and protect, and to embrace love as a sacred journey rather than a fleeting desire.

The journey ahead is sacred, and I walk it with Banksy, my Guardian Angel, by my side.