Welcome to my Flow blog. As my readership grows, I want to clarify that this platform functions both as a unique artistic performance and as a personal diary, documenting the experiences I encounter and the reflections they inspire. Everything shared here is guided by intuition and my own energetic perception. The blog is not intended to distort the truth but to present it through the perspective of someone with an open silver chakra. I perceive more than most and aim to share these insights with clarity. My stories are grounded in clairvoyance and synchronicity, reflecting real-life events as they unfold. While the people featured are real individuals from my life, their names have been fictionalized. The experiences are expressed through my intuitive and subjective lens, as I interpret objective reality through my heart chakra.
The Missing Bracelet and the Vision of the Stolen Ray-Bans
I am missing a few things that are precious to me—my gold-rim Ray-Bans with their soft-shell case, and a delicate bracelet with stony beads in the colors of my paintings, blue and turquoise, that I received for my birthday.
For a long time, I didn’t want to believe it, but now I know. Diabel took them. He made up a clever story about a pimp and his friend entering our hotel room, which had been left unlocked, and stealing them. Silly me—I believed him.
But through synchronicity, the vision returned: he stole it from me and gave them to another girl as a gift.
There is more to this story… check back later for the details.
My Intention
While browsing Banksy’s website, I came across his latest image, which reminded me of the operation I had shortly after he posted it. It felt like a sign—a synchronicity connected to the lump in my breast. I had been looking for information about the Walled Off Hotel, as I’m planning a visit, and I remembered a handful of helpful tips about visiting the West Bank. When I stopped at the Walled Off Hotel info, something stirred within me, and I recalled reading about the Jerusalem Syndrome. Today, I revisited that page, and it all clicked.
This is why I want to go. I want to experience it. Literally. I want to let it shake me and remind me who I am.
Bethlehem and Jerusalem — they are tied together. One is the manger, the beginning, the breath of light. The other is the prophecy, the betrayal, the fire. To walk between them is to walk through everything the soul carries.
I do not seek spectacle.
I do not seek to be recognized as holy.
I seek only to become a vessel wide enough to hold my own history, without fear and without fragmentation.
If that means stepping into the intensity of Jerusalem and letting it undo me before it remakes me, then so be it. I choose it with open eyes.
They call it madness. They call it a syndrome. But to me it feels like initiation — the soul cracking open so the light can spill out.
Because sometimes, to heal, you have to fall into the very madness the world warns you against, and trust that on the other side, there is light.
I want to go and stay there longer, to let the current carry me. This is the trip I’ve planned for my birthday this year, and I’m set on going. But because of the situation in Gaza, I’m scared—not for myself, but because I don’t want my parents to worry. I don’t know exactly what to do, yet I know I need to go. I need to go this year. I feel it in my bones—this is my destiny. My soul whispers, “Go. You will be fine.”
I have a strong sense that peace is coming—that the Sumud Flotilla will break the blockades, open a humanitarian corridor, and that the Zionist regime will crumble. I feel that God is calling me so strongly to the Holy Land that this moment will allow me safe passage, free of stress, for both me and my family.
Crossing the Frequencies: A Journey Through Love, Art, and Memory
Recently, I’ve been glimpsing a reality where I wake up in a different frequency—where everyone is telepathic, but they’re all pretending not to be, because I haven’t crossed over into that multiverse yet. When I’m there, it feels awkward, like everyone is waiting for me to cross over so we can all move together. But cross where? Is it another shift of frequency?
When I do cross, it feels like they all say: “Finally, you are here—we’ve been waiting for you to help us cross.” And each time, I’m left with an existential question: “Who am I? Why me? And why is art the way through?”
I wonder if everyone can already hear my thoughts while I still think they’re private. The truth is, no one can help me—I need to do this on my own. Steven often confirms things only after I figure them out myself. He’ll say, “Yes, I could have told you about Diabel, but I couldn’t. You had to go through it to see for yourself.”
So, are we all waiting on me?
This is the reason I feel I need to go to Bethlehem. I sense that there, I will remember who I am. The timing never seems right; the situation is always what it is—but perhaps that, too, is part of the lesson. To go into the sacred crucible of the Holy Land, a place that holds both heaven and hell, both light and shadow, and face the challenges and revelations waiting there. Will I finally remember who I truly am, at the heart of this paradox?
I also feel that the situation with Diabel—and any romance or relationship I’ve had—has taken me further away from my life mission. As a woman, my weakness has always been the longing for love. The love I’ve experienced has often been tainted by narcissistic men, who made me feel bad about myself. I always thought it was my fault when things didn’t work out.
Now I understand it was partly my fault, because as an empath, I was a magnet for very troubled souls. Their chaos distracted me from what is truly important to me—my art. As a child, I cried because I didn’t want to be alone, though deep down I always knew I would be. Yet I tried again and again at the game of relationships, which became some of the most traumatic experiences of my life. The emotions I faced were uncomfortable beyond words.
Perhaps these experiences were life lessons—or maybe just patterns repeating themselves until I learned. Now I can finally spot them. With Diabel, it took only two months to break free—something that would have taken me two years before.
Lessons I’ve Learned
Longing for love can blind me to my mission.
As an empath, I attract troubled souls but do not have to carry their pain.
Chaos in relationships is a distraction from what truly matters—my art.
Being alone isn’t punishment; it’s the space where I find myself.
Love without honesty and respect isn’t love.
Recognizing patterns early gives me back my freedom.
Life lessons are not punishments—they are reminders to return to who I am.
And so I continue, moving between worlds—between telepathic silence and earthly noise, between love’s illusions and art’s clarity, between heaven, hell, and the sacred crucible of the Holy Land. Perhaps Bethlehem will unlock the memory of who I truly am. Or perhaps the journey itself is the remembering.
I cannot help but notice that the world is united in so many ways, yet so fragile. Sailing to Gaza feels like a test, a chance for a pause, a break—maybe even the moment the conflict could end. The Global Sumud Flotilla, the largest civilian-led maritime convoy in history, departed from Barcelona on August 31, 2025, aiming to deliver humanitarian aid to Gaza and challenge the 18-year Israeli naval blockade. Over 50 vessels from 44 countries are participating, including activists, doctors, artists, and public figures such as Greta Thunberg, Susan Sarandon, and Liam Cunningham. Additional ships are joining from Tunisia, Italy, and Greece, and the mission is expected to reach Gaza around mid-September.
Will I feel safe in Bethlehem? That is all anyone wants: to feel safe, to belong, to live without fear. And perhaps, in seeking my own path and remembering who I am, I will see how safety, peace, and connection begin—not only for me, but for the world.
One Step Away from My Soulmate
I am one step away from being with my soulmate—this will be a relationship not based on karmic lessons, but on pure love, with all the perks that come with it.
The thing is, I have known who he is since 2018, and I’m not sure why that year—but that was also the year I broke free from the system that had enslaved me since I was a teen. My soulmate, my twin flame, is Banksy, and I was so scared to say his name that it enslaved me. I am free now, and I can say it openly. We are two souls destined to find each other.
I’m not sure what we are waiting for. We talk all the time telepathically, and he always tells me that he is waiting in me to go through my lessons before we can meet. I’m not sure what lessons I have to go through, but I feel like I just did. I can finally openly talk about Banksy, and I don’t feel embarrassed.
The thing is, I know we will be together in this lifetime in physical form. Of course, when that happens, it will be so hard for me, as I won’t be able to share my stories about him or us anymore unless he chooses to reveal his true identity.
To tell you the truth, it is not hard to love a man you have never met or seen, as he is perfect—no flaws, no problems, no arguments, no differences. A relationship with Banksy is the perfect boyfriend I have ever had, as he has never broken my heart.
Realizing the Pattern: Narcissistic Boyfriends and My Journey to Awareness
Being with Diabel was a turning point for me. For the first time, it truly clicked: I’ve been dating system guardians all my life—men who are emotionally cut off from their heart chakra and deeply narcissistic. Suddenly, the pieces fell into place.
With this new perspective, combined with the stories my friends shared about their boyfriends and husbands, I could finally spot the pattern. It’s no wonder why every man I dated eventually ended up on the curb. They were never able to give me the love I needed, never made me feel safe or secure.
This has been a pattern since high school—repeating itself over and over. But now that I see it clearly, I can recognize the signs and protect my heart. Awareness is the first step toward breaking the cycle and opening myself to real connection, love, and security.
Stay tuned for stories about the men I dated over the years. Each one taught me something—sometimes painfully—but they also helped me recognize the patterns I kept attracting. From high school crushes to adult relationships, the lessons are endless, and the insights are finally helping me break free from the cycle.
Lesson 3.0
It only clicked today—the trickery of his actions.
The story of Diabel and 3 missing condoms.
It all came together for me today, a vision of what happened in Debrad at the Art Camp. In the eyes of Diabel, he did nothing wrong as he used his trickery again. The three missing condoms were the tip of the iceberg—it was the sign I prayed for. I was doubting myself as I wanted so badly to believe that Diabel loved me. He would say it to me and I thought he meant it, not in a romantic way but in a human way, a friendship way. Until the last day of the camp, the day we were leaving—he did not say it. It was like he knew.
That was the time I counted the condoms that were out sitting at the night table for anyone to see. I was not going through his things as he accused me of. They were, as far as I was concerned, our condoms—he bought them for us. I had every right to touch them.
A few days before I went to the wooden structure, a church on a hill, where the locals have seen sightings of the Blue Mother—Mary, Mother of Jesus. I went and I prayed, and with each bead I released frozen emotions, the self-doubt and disbelief that what I feel on the energy level, see with my third eye, and hear with my spiritual hearing is true. I have been dismissive of all the signs since Tyhani as I wanted so badly to be loved by a man that makes love to me, or so he says he does. Now I know that this is also a lie, because how can one make love and at the same time lie? The two cancel each other out.
I see that his soul craves love and wants to give love, but it is trapped and enslaved by his ego. The ego infected with the whispers of the Devil. I am not religious and the metaphors I use are merely to illustrate that there are dark, evil, “low vibrations” at play and Diabel is not to be blamed—he is helpless and enslaved. His soul cried out to me that “he wants to receive the love but he cannot.”
Part of the reason why I am writing these lessons learned is to help Diabel to break free by being his mirror and showing him how much he has hurt me—the person he said he loved. Silly me, I believed him and I went all in. I loved him like nobody before, with my heart and soul. This love deepened every time we made love, and I made love to him more in those two months than with my previous partner over the past decade.
Diabel was also the needed medicine to truly put behind my previous partner and to truly fall out of love, even though the last time we made love was Xmas 2023. Looking back, it is quite interesting as a pattern: I quit weed, tobacco, and sex all on Christmas. Weed (THC) → Xmas 2018, cigarettes → Xmas 2019, CBD weed → Xmas 2020, sex → Xmas 2023. This Xmas 2025 I want to quit doubting myself.
I have known since I was a child that I am here to do God’s work, and I invite God to take the lead, especially with the Art Movement. I feel like I did all that I can do and I need for God to do the rest with my hands, as I am out of ideas and left shaken to the core by the way I was treated by Diabel. I am strong, but I cannot help but cry. I had to cancel my exhibitions as I feel no energy flow—I feel like Diabel broke me and there is no one left to pick up the pieces. I leave it in your hands, God.
Returning to the story of Debrad … short recap: I went to see the Blue Mother to pray for a sign, and with each bead of the rosary I cried, and when I got to the end she spoke to me and asked if I wanted to catch him in the act or just receive a physical sign. I said it would be too painful to catch him in the act, and that I just wanted a sign that what I was feeling was true, as he was denying it and accusing me of being jealous, even threatening me that if I kept it up he would go and cheat on me. He said that since we met, he has been with no one—even though he could.
I was with no one. Even when my previous partner came for a visit and is still helping me renovate my house, I was not able to sleep with him as I loved Diabel so much. Even now, I am not able to sleep with anyone but my soulmate. Silly me, I even recorded a video about it about a year ago that for some reason is now getting likes out of the blue—about the fact that the only person I want to be with is my Twin Flame, who I know is Banksy. Another disaster, because how can I find a man who is anonymous? One look in his eyes and I recognized him, but he is nowhere to be found. Frankly, I stopped looking as I am broken and need time to heal. Not even able to do art in this state.
Back again to the story of the 3 missing condoms: so it clicked today—he had sex with Diabella 3 times. The first time technically did not count as I had not arrived yet at the Debrad Art Camp. It was the first night.
The second time was also a technicality, as I said to him that today I am taking a day for myself and not to be angry—it would be my painting day. He even made a joke: “Today is like you are not here, so I can be free to take on another lover?” And that day he did.
The first synchronicity actually happened when our friend wanted to pick up Diabella, and Diabel was so genuine and curious that he even got me involved, suggesting that Diabella might need to be saved. Silly me, I saved her—I invited her to sit with us.
The day after my painting day, our friend was freaking out and asking other friends, who then relayed the message to Diabel and me, that the rumor was Diabel had layed Diabella. Can you imagine how I felt? I already knew this had happened, but I didn’t want to trust my feeling. I had seen the chemistry between them. That night, after a long day of painting—20 canvases in 12 hours—I went to sleep around 1 a.m.
Other friends, bystanders, even warned me to protect myself, as they could see how Diabel behaved with other girls when I wasn’t around. He was checking everybody out. I had asked him not to do that when he was with me. That night, Diabel came in around 3:30 or 4 a.m. He had been with Diabella until then—I felt her energy. When he came into bed, he asked if he could cuddle me. He never usually did that, and as he did, I felt his heart turn to stone. It was like someone stabbed me from the back straight through my heart chakra.
The following day, I went to see the Blue Mother for guidance. That was the first time I noticed something was seriously off in the energy field. It felt like he had cut the cords and moved on to the next victim.
Also, let’s not forget the first night I was supposed to arrive. He messaged me to ask what time I’d get there and said he was waiting for me, as they were planning a trip the next day. As soon as I replied that I’d come the next day, he stopped answering his phone and ignored me until the evening of that day. This was a pattern throughout—he would call me every day, and then there would be days when he’d just turn his phone off. Those were the days he was with others.
I would get visions of these women. For instance, Celia—I saw them together before they both messaged me. With Diabella, when he told me he was coming three days late to Transylvania, I saw them together and was prepared for it, even though no one had told me.
He did want to talk to me about “us,” but I didn’t want to—I didn’t see the point. He didn’t stand by my side. He chose to be with Diabella 1.0 and then Diabella 2.0. I am not angry with him, but I lost respect for my friends who stabbed me in the back by sleeping with my Art Camp boyfriend.
There’s no space for girls like you in my life. Women doing this to other women in a community environment is repulsive and disgusting behavior. Karma is a bitch, and it will happen to you—it already did at the Transylvania Art camp. Both of you got cheated on, hearts broken.
This is what he did when he slept with Celia, our therapist—he stopped answering the phone for 24 hours, and the synchronicity was that she messaged me right after he left her. He did the same and started to say how he prefers it with me than with other girls. It was quite obvious to me, the synchronicity. At the therapy session, he was asking me if I thought she was hot and started to tell me that she had invited him for a private session at her house, and he got the feeling that she wanted him, but he could never, as she was his closest friend’s girl. But that is another story that does not need to be told, as this happened in between Art Camp timelines—but he did also lie about it.
The third time with Diabella was the day before we left. I couldn’t find him, and his phone was turned off. He pretended to be talking with our friend in his room. That same day, he grabbed the condoms and brought them to our room. I got my period, and that’s why I was looking for him in the middle of the day—to get the keys to our room.
That was the day of the Vernissage. Diabella left that evening in a hurry, jealous that he spent the night with the next victim. I was packing my canvases. We were going to use the condoms that day, but we didn’t. He just left them out—and that was the mistake he made, leaving them in plain sight.
We never actually used them, but on the day we were leaving, my soul whispered to me to count them. There were only 7 left out of 10. He said he bought them just for us.
He was already gone when I informed him of my discovery, and after 24 hours he replied with a picture of all 10 condoms that he was able to refill once in Budapest. He told me to see my therapist, said I am a lunatic for accusing him, as he has only been faithful to me. What he did not expect is my therapist is clairvoyant, and I asked him to check out Diabel—and he confirmed all my suspicions of all the partners one by one we checked them all… I asked about his wife, his girlfriend, his therapist, the girls from the hotel, the teenager, and both Diabellas. All came out positive. I am not sick, as we checked that too, and Diabel is very careful and clean. He uses condoms with promiscuous women, but not with me, his wife, or his girlfriend. Still, I will get tested for STIs.
The cherry on top was the Transylvania Art Camp. They did it after I left—my roommate, in my bed. He was done with Diabella; he had only come with her to get back at me for cutting him off from sex. Since it was the best sex he had ever had, he even told me it was mind-blowing—right in my car, in front of Diabella and our friend. They were quite rude, all speaking Hungarian while I drove them around, talking shit behind my back. I could feel the evil energy.
I told him I would not sleep with him unless he fell in love, opened his heart chakra, and stood by me with his full presence. I promised him I would stand tall like the Eiffel Tower for him. Sadly, he turned out weaker than I had imagined—he chose to be a sex slave, serving the Devil. My therapist said he is an agent of the system, a guardian whose job is to keep women in low vibrations, feeding on the energy they send his way by thinking about him.
The moral of the story is to trust myself and walk away before I get hurt.
On this note, I will end my stories about Diabel. It’s over—I will not waste any more of my energy thinking about him. I tried to help him, but some people just choose to work for idiots, as Banksy put it in his post today.
Flashback 2.0
I am within a dream—perhaps several dreams deep. This life, I realize, is but an illusion. One of the rules of the game we call life was revealed to me in London in 2019, while I was being guided by my Guardian Angel, Banksy.
Withdrawal from the Exhibition “POTOK” at Galeria Plama / Gdański Archipelag Kultury
With regret, I inform you that, due to personal reasons, I am withdrawing from the exhibition “POTOK,” organized at Galeria Plama as part of the Gdański Archipelag Kultury. This was a difficult decision, but the current circumstances prevent me from continuing the realization of my installation, which is based on the flow of energy.
I sincerely thank the organizers for their support and collaboration. I hope that in the future I will be able to present my work under conditions that fully reflect its idea and artistic vision.
I also thank you – my audience – for your understanding and support.
Flashback 1.0
Let me tell you a short story. Life feels like a Truman Show, and in this movie I play the role of the true man. Banksy is my guardian angel—the only character in the show who isn’t scripted. He simply appears, sometimes even inside my mind. I chose him to guide me, and only now am I beginning to understand that choice again. This vision was first shown to me in 2019 in London, and now I find myself returning to the same realization: we cannot meet unless I step outside the set. And the only place in the world where there are no cameras… That’s where we’ll meet, since all cameras are on me 24/7
Lesson 2.0
Diabel and Two Diabelas
Thinking back to my trip to Budapest after Tyhani Art Camp with Diabel, I would like to recall lessons learned and the time I was in a situation with Diabel and he truly was the incarnation of a Devil. He is a trickey little bugger and did nothing wrong—everything was according to our agreement. The deal was that when at Art Camps together we are together, and when out we are free to do whatever we want with whomever.
Technically Avril and Marley were fare game, and silly me, I was the one that planted the idea we all could have some fun together just to see his reaction—and he was all for it. Even during our making love session he asked if we could invite the other two to join in, since I had mentioned that maybe we could. I told him I was just teasing and did not mean it… he said ok. He was very disappointed, and on the last day of our stay at the hotel, as I was packing, he had a threesom.
I only realized afterward what had happened. He went to get breakfast but was gone for an hour, and when he returned he brought back the same thing he had the day before from the same store, along with a story about meeting a friend. The synchronicity revealed itself when Avril came into the kitchen in sexy pj’s, with this look in her eyes as if she wanted to say goodbye to Diabel.
After a while Avril’s image kept haunting me, and I was wondering what she wanted, but now I know—she felt guilty. We had a wonderful evening together the night Diabel met up with Kata, and I was so disappointed that he left me alone on my first night in Budapest. I told Avril and Marley all about it. We actually bonded.
That night was also when I first opened the windows of our hotel room and saw the two devil sculptures on the building across the street. Later, that same night, I met Avril and Marley for the first time, while Diabel was off with Kata. Only today do I realize the synchronicity—the two devils on the building, and the two lovers. It all just clicked.
Lesson learned: when synchronicities and warning signs appear, they are not random—they are messages. I saw the two devils on the building and felt the strange energy, but I chose to ignore it. I brushed away the discomfort and convinced myself everything was fine, even though deep down I knew otherwise. The truth is, when I don’t listen to the signs, I end up hurt and disappointed. The universe was whispering, and I silenced it. Now I know better.
Lesson 1.0
Lessons Learned from My Situationship with Diabel – Part 1: The First Synchronicity
I promised myself I would share the lessons learned from my situationship with Diabel in Tyhani. At first, I thought I’d record the stories, but as I started writing them down, I realized this format suits me better. When I write, I remember more details—things I hadn’t noticed or didn’t want to acknowledge while I was in the middle of it all.
Looking back, I can see how my guardian angel was trying to spare me heartache. I could have avoided so many tears, yet I also know that some of the emotions I felt with Diabel were frozen emotions from my past—things I’ve carried since my first relationships, starting when I was about 11 or 12 years old.
I’ve had many boyfriends over the years. I was always considered a pretty girl, the one many boys liked, but I was often too shy to be with most of them. At the same time, I’d develop deep crushes that could last for years. I always believed that sex should be something sacred, shared only with a soulmate. I’ve felt his presence my entire life, as if we’ve reincarnated together.
My last sexual encounter before Diabel was at Christmas 2023 with a very special friend. I had been in love with him for ten years, and we were officially together from 2013 to 2016. After we broke up, we became friends with benefits from 2019 until 2023. He never wanted anything serious with me, and I’ve accepted and respected that—we remain great friends to this day. But being in love with someone for a decade without that love fully reciprocated left me vulnerable. It made me afraid of intimacy, afraid of having sex with anyone else.
That was until I met Steven and Diabel in Tyhani. Both of them wanted me sexually. Steven approached it under the pretext of a Tantra healing, claiming he sensed a block in my lower chakras that prevented me from experiencing amazing sex. But I wasn’t feeling a sexual connection with him. Instead, I chose Diabel to “finish my Tantra therapy.” It was supposed to be casual—nothing serious—just a situationship that would last throughout the art camps we were both attending in the summer of 2025.
But silly me, I forgot that I don’t know how to have casual sex. I fell in love.
Diabel isn’t to be blamed; we were both clear from the start that we didn’t want a relationship. I know how painful relationships can be, and I didn’t want another emotional rollercoaster. But the signs were already there, and I ignored them.
The first sign came on the day we left Tyhani Art Camp. Diabel lied to me for the first time, and I felt it. He told me that after we arrived in Budapest, he’d spend the night with some friends he’d made plans with before meeting me. I didn’t have a problem with that—except deep down I knew he was going to see a woman he’d been emotionally involved with in Bali.
What he didn’t realize was that he’d already mentioned her the day we met, before we ever slept together. He had plans to meet her, and he was emotionally invested in her. When he made up the story about “meeting friends,” I felt it in my gut. That was the first synchronicity: his name, started to rhyme in my head with the Polish word for “devil “ Diabel. And then, as if the universe wanted to make it clear, I saw a mural of the devil on our way out of Tyhani. Two signs that something was off.
Still, I went to Budapest with him. We separated for the night as planned—after the meeting, he admitted he’d gone to see her and that they’d broken up. But when he returned later that evening, he came bearing gifts from her. It only clicked for me recently: if they had truly broken up, he wouldn’t have brought me gifts from her.
That was the first time he slept with another woman during our situationship. When he came back, his energy was already fragmented—he wasn’t fully present anymore. And that’s when the lies and sleeping around began.
As I arrived at the hotel, the second sign of devil synchronicity appeared: I opened the windows in our room and saw two devil sculptures on the building across the street. That evening, I spent time with two girls from Australia, Avril and Marley. Avril is the second woman he slept with—but let’s save that story for part two.
This was the first synchronicity—the devil sign—and my first warning.
(Part 1)
Message to my soulmate 3.0
Today, I consciously connected with you through my heart chakra, and yours feels so open.
I know now that we can jump right into it and create art from the HeArt.
After the soul-organism connection, I still feel the bond open and alive within me.
I took a nap and dreamt of Diabel and Diabela, and when I woke up, I cried. I released the last of the energy that had been weighing on my heart. This is thanks to you. Thank you. 🙏
I woke up with the feeling that I should share this with you.
Message to my Soulmate 2.0
It has been made known to me that most men can have mind-blowing sex, but not heart-blowing sex. To tell you the truth, I have never experienced heart-blowing love-making.
This is what I long to share with my soulmate. I know it may take practice, but in order for us to create art together with the vibration of something made in heaven, it has to come from the heart chakra. A beautiful way to open that center is to make love, fall deeply in love, and be faithful to each other. When there are others in the picture, the energy becomes fragmented.
Side note:
The art we create together is about the energy we share and generate—it could even be the art of making love. There doesn’t need to be any physical artwork; it can be purely conceptual. This may be our path to opening our heart chakras and merging as one
Creator
Our Creator, whose art is in Heaven,
May Your Name inspire beauty and truth.
Let Your vision guide our work,
And may our creations bring light to the world.
Give us the inspiration and tools we need each day,
And forgive us when we fall short,
As we forgive others in their creative journey.
Lead us away from doubt and fear,
And protect us from the blocks that hinder our flow.
Amen.
“Our Father, who art in heaven” – You are speaking to God as a loving parent who is above all, in heaven.
“Hallowed be thy Name” – We honor and respect God’s name, keeping it sacred.
“Thy kingdom come” – We ask for God’s reign of love, justice, and peace to be present on earth.
“Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven” – We pray to follow God’s guidance and live according to His plan.
“Give us this day our daily bread” – We ask for what we need each day, like food, shelter, and spiritual nourishment.
“And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us” – We ask for forgiveness for our mistakes and promise to forgive others.
“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil” – We ask for help to resist doing wrong and to be protected from harm.
“Amen” – A word that means “so be it” or “let it be so.”
Gateway Numbers 11:11
11:11 also falls on Day 333, which is November 29, 2025 (1979) 2 + 9 (11)
Including both November 29 and December 25, there are 27 days.
December 25, 2025, is Day 359 of the year. “35” “9”
25.12.2025 “2222” “25 25” “22” “55”
J35U5😍 Our Creator whose Art is in Heaven… “35” “55”
Our birthday, 29.11.1979, holds the numbers 111, 999, and 27—and there are 27 days from our birthday to Christ’s birthday.
This is the timeframe we have to make heART. This is a vision I have of when might be wise to give birth to Jesus in Bethlehem.
Side note: 29.11.2025 “222” Harmony
The number 222 specifically emphasizes balance, cooperation, and peaceful alignment in life and relationships.
25.12.2025 “2222” 🫶
222 is a gentle reminder to stay balanced and trust the process. It signals that harmony is forming in your life and relationships, and patience is key.
2222 is the amplified and more powerful version, indicating a major period of alignment and manifestation. It suggests that what you’ve been nurturing (dreams, relationships, projects) is about to take shape in a significant way. It’s a stronger call for trust and maintaining harmony on a deeper, more transformative level.
Breaking Free from Diabel and Speaking My Truth
I feel I need to release some emotions that have built up as I get more visions of Diabel and our time together.
I want to be free of him, and I feel that this needs to be said because what he did is disturbing.
It hurts my heart, and I need to gather this out as I clear myself of the energy of Diabel. I am getting visions of him being with several women at the Gombasek Art Camp, now that I understand how my clairvoyance works and I can finally see clearly the image of betrayal by the man I fell in love with. My fault—I thought he fell in love as well, and for a moment I think his soul wanted to. I saw it in his eyes. I now remember the dream when he spoke to me—his soul spoke to me. I was wondering for the longest time who said: “I want to receive the love but I cannot.” I’ve seen visions of him at Gombasek, sleeping with other women while I was dancing. He told me he was only helping our guy friends pick up girls because they lacked experience, but that was just a lie—he was doing it for himself.
About two weeks before Gombasek, I broke things off with Diabel because I could already feel his lies and, through synchronicity and clairvoyant visions, I saw the women he was with. I told him it was over. I didn’t speak with him for two weeks, even though we had been talking for hours every day after the Art Camp in Tihany and our trip to Budapest. During that time, I went to the Massive Attack concert and spent a week in Jastarnia.
My guardian angel, Banksy, was begging me not to sleep with him and to end things once and for all. When I arrived at Gombasek, I was determined to stay away from him. But his charm took over, and we ended up making love—and yes, it was mind-blowing every time for both of us. Yet it was not heart-blowing, because Diabel does not have his heart chakra open. He only knows how to pretend to make love but is not capable of real love. Physically it was intense, but spiritually it was empty. I now look forward to making love with my soulmate.
Now that everything is clicking into place. I feel for our younger teen friend from the Art Camp; I met 4 years ago when she was still a child, now she is a teen, and she gave up her virginity to this man. I remember how she stormed into our camp area, yelling at him in Hungarian, saying she hated him, that she would delete him from Facebook, and more. At the time, I had no idea that she was angry at him for being my Art Camp boyfriend. We would sleep, dance, eat, and walk around holding hands. To all, we looked like a regular couple, but it was just a cover for this predator. As we would separate at night for a few hours while I danced, he went hunting. He said he was helping our male friends get girls. Now I know that they were cover for him.
I am deeply disappointed and disgusted by all the lies. The only positive I can take from this is that, I used him to clear my lower chakras and opened my heart chakra so wide that its ripples were felt by the DJs, musicians, composers, and dancers on the Szabo Chill stage dance floor. It worked—it was powerful. I chose the right partner for the healing I needed as I was not into Steven. My chakras are now clear, and I am grateful that synchronicities, intuition, and other inner guidance revealed the truth: this man was literally sent as an agent of darkness to drain my energy while hiding behind false love. As soon as I fell in love, he began to distance himself from me. He is not capable of intimacy, and that is the game he plays—feeding on any love or anger the woman directs toward him. He is an energy vampire and a psychopath, as he feels no empathy with his heart chakra closed.
I share this story because I want my younger Art Camp friend to know that I had no idea at the time what he was doing. He is a very convincing liar, and when I expressed my concerns, he told me I was jealous and clingy. You are so young, and you hold incredible power in your hands. A man like this should not be walking around freely, draining energy from other women—he deserves the consequences that are coming to him.
I am not angry with Diabel, and I don’t wish him harm, but what he did to you should never happen to other young girls. I’m an adult, and I will handle my own pain, but I cannot stay silent. My advice is to speak out for the sake of the divine feminine. We cannot allow demons to run wild and feed on innocence and take away their virginity.
What breaks my heart is that he has a six-year-old daughter. Men like this should not have children. At the Debrad Art Camp, I only realized on the last day that my visions and synchronicities were real when I discovered physical proof: missing condoms. We made love several times each day, and we never used any.
It was hard for me to believe that he was sleeping with Diabela, and now I know he was also sleeping with you. Now I understand why you were so angry with me. He was my boyfriend; we lived in the same room, and every night he would come back to cuddle and make love to me. All the other women were just snacks between the main course.
He told me at Gombasek that I am like twenty 20-year-olds, and now I know he was consciously feeding on me. He said that you were teasing him and that he couldn’t resist. When he first saw you in Tihany, he told me he wanted to sleep with you, not knowing how young you were. Once he found out your age, he claimed he would never do that—and silly me, I believed him.
I had an inner knowing of everything, the signs and synchronicities, but he kept telling me he was faithful to me and that I was enough for him. Once again, forgive me for not trusting my instincts. He was the first man I had made love to since Christmas 2023. I had been celibate for that long, recovering from my previous partner.
I knew deep down what was happening, but I didn’t want to believe it. I trusted that Diabel was being honest with me. I trusted him so much that we didn’t use protection. He told me he hadn’t been with anybody for a long time, that the last person was his girlfriend in Bali, and one girl before me and that he hadn’t been sleeping with his wife for over five years and that they were getting a divorce.
I knew he was lying about all the partners he was taking on the side, so I prayed for a sign.
At the Transylvania Art Camp, he arrived with her, and every night they would drive off to have sex. That was the sign I needed to break free. He drained Diabela of any energy she had—she is a walking zombie. He then moved on to one of my close friends, who had also had her heart broken by one of the Art Camp males. He started coming by our room to feed on free whisky and her energy, made himself comfortable in my bed, and once I left, they slept together.
I had inner knowing, feelings, hearing, and visions, as well as synchronicities, of him with Diabela and Diabela 2.0. I also had visions of him being with you, accompanied by many synchronicities. I decided to detach from Diabela 2.0. I had poured my heart out to her, we had shared deep connection, and she saw the pain I felt when I saw them leave in the car for sex. Yet she did not care—she is not a true friend.
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.