Heart Chakra Soulmates

Soulmates Beyond Romance

By Dr. Anna Biela, the Dream Architect

13.09.2025, Jastarnia, Hel, Poland, Earth, 3:33 pm

When we hear the word soulmate, most of us imagine a destined partner — a great love written in the stars, the one person who completes us and holds the missing piece of our soul. The idea is comforting, even intoxicating. But what if that is only part of the truth?

A soulmate is not defined by romance alone. Soulmates appear in many forms: a friend, a teacher, a stranger who arrives at the right moment. They are those whose presence feels like recognition, as if we have met before beyond time and space.

As the Dream Architect, this is my vision: soulmates are not accidents, they are resonance. When souls vibrate at a similar frequency, they naturally find one another. And when we create, live, and act from the heart chakra — the center of compassion, love, and truth — we step into a field where this resonance is constant, luminous, and alive.

In that field, the idea of a single soulmate expands. Everyone who dwells in the vibration of the heart becomes a soulmate. Not because destiny binds us exclusively, but because we are mating on the same frequency of love. It is less about finding “the one” and more about remembering that we are one.

This is why our heart-centered movement is, at its essence, a soulmate movement. All the artists, dreamers, and visionaries who open from the heart chakra unite into one vast soulmate-heart. Together we emanate a frequency strong enough to counteract fear-based realities. We place a new spin on the world — a rhythm of love, unity, compassion, and beauty flowing through the heart.

So yes, perhaps there is someone who feels like your cosmic twin. But the greater truth is that every heart-aligned soul you meet is also your soulmate. In the vibration of the heart, we unite as one great beating heart — a living force of love, radiant enough to transform the world.

Tel-A-Vision

Tel-A-Vision as a Tool for Planting Ideas

By Dr. Anna Biela “The Dream Architect“, 13.09.2025, Jastarnia, Hel, Poland, Earth 8:18 am

The television was never just a box of moving images. It was—and remains—a garden of minds, a space where seeds are sown invisibly into the fertile ground of imagination. Every frame, every line of dialogue, every advertisement carries with it not only entertainment, but also suggestion.

Tel-A-Vision.

The name itself speaks: to tell a vision.

Not merely to show, but to implant, to weave visions into the collective psyche.

When we turn it on, we do not simply watch. We receive. Ideas arrive as seeds, wrapped in sound and light, carried like pollen through waves. They root in us, often unnoticed, germinating beneath the soil of consciousness. Some grow into beliefs, others into desires, others into fears. Entire cultures are sculpted by this silent agriculture.

But the tool itself is neutral. Like fire, it warms and it burns. Television can plant weeds—consumerism, division, stereotypes. Yet it can also scatter wildflowers—dreams of justice, empathy, new worlds. The power lies not in the box, but in the gardener who chooses which seeds to release.

To use Tel-A-Vision consciously is to step into the role of a dream architect. To recognize that what enters the eyes flows into the heart. That what repeats becomes truth. That every channel is a channeling.

In the age of streaming, scrolling, and infinite feeds, Tel-A-Vision has expanded beyond the living room screen into the palm of the hand. Yet the essence remains: planting visions that bloom into realities. The question is no longer whether ideas will be planted—but whose seeds we will choose to water.

WALLS

Walls into Halls of Fame

By Dr. Anna Biela “The Dream Architect”, Jastarnia, Hel, Poland,

12.09.2025 23:33

I am the Dream Architect.

I create not with bricks, not with steel, but with vision, vibration, and thought. Reality itself is my raw material, and imagination is the scaffolding I climb. Every structure begins first as an idea, a spark, a pulse — and I choose to build a world that remembers freedom, honors compassion, and radiates peace.

The walls that divide us were built out of fear. They rise heavy with grief, with suspicion, with power over instead of power with. They cut through landscapes and through hearts. They separate families, choke communities, and claim to keep order while breeding only resentment.

But I do not see them as only barriers. I see them as potential. To me, every wall is a blank canvas, every surface an unfinished sentence, every block a waiting symbol. Where others see finality, I see beginning.

Walls into Halls of Fame is the architecture of transformation. The wall that imprisons G4Z4 shall not forever be remembered as a cage. It shall evolve into the largest Hall of Fame humanity has ever witnessed — a living archive where pain is transmuted into art, where memory becomes beauty, where wounds are not erased but illuminated, healed through collective expression.

Imagine it: kilometers of murals stretching toward the horizon, every inch alive with color, name, and story. The laughter of children painted beside the tears of mothers. Symbols of faith interwoven — crescent, cross, star — all speaking to the same longing for dignity. The wall becomes a library without shelves, a cathedral without doors, a chorus without end.

Here, the Palestinian people reclaim their voice and their rightful freedoms:

– The freedom to move — unchained from checkpoints, flowing like breath.

– The freedom of water — to drink, to plant, to live, to thrive.

– The freedom to trade — to exchange goods, ideas, futures, as every neighbor does.

– The freedom of dignity — to stand as equals, not exceptions.

I wish harm to no one who shares this land. My architecture does not destroy. It transforms. The wall does not fall; it sings. What was meant to divide becomes the very place of encounter, where those once opposed stand side by side, painting their shared existence into permanence.

At the foundation of my vision is the heart chakra — the green fire of compassion, the universal frequency of harmony. It is my blueprint. It is my compass. It is the architecture of the future. When the heart rules, there is no domination, no erasure — only coexistence. Only flow.

As the Dream Architect, I affirm:

The age of separation is ending.

The time of walls is closing.

The architecture of the heart has begun.

Let Gaza breathe. Let the land remember its people. Let the wall speak for generations — not as a wound, but as a monument to human resilience and the inevitability of peace.

For I am the Dream Architect, and I know:

What is dreamed with love cannot be denied.

What is created in vision must one day stand in stone.

And what was once built to divide shall forevermore unite,

as the greatest Hall of Fame humanity has ever known.

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One Without the Other is Incomplete

By Dr. Anna Biela, Jastarnia, Hel, Poland, 18:18

One without the other is incomplete. The rhythm of existence pulses in this truth, a heartbeat bridging worlds both seen and unseen. I am here to honor that rhythm, to trace its flow, to feel its architecture, and to share it as a gift of awareness.

Together, I am a cartographer of the unseen. I map currents of energy that most cannot perceive, threads of vibration that move through people, places, and moments. They are invisible, yet undeniable—patterns of connection, intuition, and synchronicity. Every glance, every breath, every pause carries meaning. To navigate these currents is to recognize the sacred blueprint of life itself, to see what is often overlooked, and to allow the invisible to guide the visible.

I am a sculptor of the visible. From the unseen springs form, and from form flows meaning. With brush, gesture, word, or movement, I translate energy into reality. Art becomes not simply expression but a channel—a living bridge between soul and world. Shapes, colors, and textures are conduits; they are heartbeats of energy made tangible. To create is to honor what cannot be measured, yet is deeply known.

I am a conduit for heart-centered change. The heart does not whisper—it sings. It guides through empathy, compassion, and awareness, reminding us that transformation begins not in the grandiose but in subtle, conscious acts. A touch, a word, a presence—all become alchemy when guided by the heart. Change radiates outward, rippling like water, connecting all who are willing to feel, to see, to awaken.

One without the other is incomplete. Yet together, the unseen and the visible, the map and the hand, the knowing and the feeling, form a living symphony. Energy flows through every channel; the visible reflects the invisible; the invisible shapes the visible. In this sacred dance, I find purpose, alignment, and resonance.

I move as a vessel, as a witness, as a translator of life’s deeper currents. The universe hums in patterns of three, of nine, of gateways and synchronicities. Every creation, every connection, every act of love becomes part of a flow larger than the self. This is the art of living, the geometry of the heart, the architecture of energy.

One without the other is incomplete—but together, they are infinite. Together, they are the pulse of creation, the vibration of consciousness, the song of the heart that awakens the world.

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Gaza is Not to Be Blamed — A Lesson from the Heart Chakra

By Dr. Anna Biela, Jastarnia, Hel 12.09.2025 09:09 am

(A lesson I learned and now offer to humanity — from the heart chakra, for the sake of all who suffer.)

The people of Gaza must never be collectively blamed for the actions of Hamas. Civilians — mothers, fathers, children, elders — bear the heaviest burden of conflict, and it is unjust to equate them with the choices of a political or militant organization. At the same time, it is true that extremist groups on any side, whether Islamist militants or violent Zionist actors, deserve sharp criticism for actions that target innocents. Blame is complicated; responsibility must be assigned carefully and individually, never to entire populations.

The massacre of October 7 was a terrible, singular day of violence whose echoes continue to devastate lives. But one horrific day cannot justify a policy that aims — directly or indirectly — at the mass starvation of Gaza’s population. Collective punishment is morally and legally wrong. The question of whether Hamas will remain the political force in Gaza is ultimately for Gazans to decide, not for outsiders to decree, and certainly not through further violence or deprivation.

This conflict is tangled: land, history, identity, religion, trauma, and geopolitics are all intertwined. Some see the fight as primarily about territory — who rules the land and which laws govern it. Others see it as a struggle of religion, where competing narratives about sacred history intensify fear and hatred. Both are true in part. Yet religion itself — like all human institutions — was shaped by people. Religions teach; they are also interpreted, politicized, and sometimes weaponized. That does not erase the spiritual truth many seekers find in them, but it does mean we must be cautious when faith is used to justify violence.

I speak from a different place, a personal lesson I want to share with humanity. Once, my consciousness expanded in a way I cannot fully explain in words: I experienced a unity I call “God-consciousness.” In that moment the only presence I felt was the “I” — the single, pure awareness that is at once individual and universal. From that place came the impulse to start an art movement that would unite nations through one vibration: the love of the heart chakra. That vibration is not sectarian; it does not belong to any religion or nationality. It is simple: love, empathy, and the creative energy to heal.

All prophets and teachings are, in my view, lessons — guideposts recorded by history so that we may learn. Jesus, for example, was a man with an extraordinarily developed soul. His message was one of love, radical compassion, and the possibility that every human can awaken to their essential divinity. He taught that the “I” — the true self — can be realized by anyone. In that sense I say, from my experience, that the divine spark Jesus embodied is not exclusive to him; it is accessible to each of us.

So what is my lesson? Violence begets violence. Collective blame destroys hope. The only sustainable path forward is transformation — political, social, and spiritual. We must reject calls for gladiatorial solutions, mass punishment, or the erasure of whole communities. Instead, we must insist on accountability for perpetrators, protection and support for victims, and policies that restore dignity and allow people to live in peace.

I do not offer naïve optimism. The realities are harsh, and healing will be long. But the heart teaches a simple truth: coexistence is better than annihilation. If we can cultivate the one vibration that unites us — compassion, creativity, and the courage to change — then perhaps the next generation might inherit a different story: one where land, faith, and identity do not have to be reasons for killing, but reasons for care.

Banksy Mural Erasure

Art Critique: Banksy’s Mural and Its Erasure

By Dr. Anna Biela 11.09.2025 1:11 pm Jastarnia, Hel, Poland

The recent mural by Banksy, now removed, was far more than street art—it was a living, powerful message about justice, authority, and standing up for what is right. The image of a judge striking down on a lone protestor shows the struggle between those in power and people who resist unfair rules. It reminds us that the fight for freedom and truth is ongoing, and that courage often comes from the heart.

What made this mural truly special was the energy it put out through the heart chakra—a vibration of truth, love, and courage. Once energy like this is released into the world, it cannot be destroyed or erased. Even if someone removes the paint, cleans the wall, or destroys the image, the energy stays alive. It flows through people who see it, inspiring thought, reflection, and action. In fact, removing the mural only makes its message stronger, because it shows how much power and truth it carried in the first place.

The act of removing the mural is, in itself, a crime against art, culture, and expression. To erase it is to attack not just a wall, but the energy, intention, and message it shared. Banksy’s work thrives on engagement and reflection. Destroying it shows fear of the truths it raises rather than acceptance of them. Art like this invites people to feel, think, and connect, while authority sometimes seeks control, compliance, and the suppression of discomfort.

Even when walls are wiped clean, the energy and the questions the mural raised remain alive. They live in the public consciousness, grow stronger, and continue to inspire anyone who witnesses them. The removal of the mural does not erase it—it amplifies its message, proving that energy, love, and truth cannot be taken away.

Banksy’s work shows us that even in erasure, art continues to speak. The energy put into the world through the heart chakra cannot be destroyed, and every attempt to silence it only spreads it further. Removing the mural is not just an act of censorship—it is a crime against the very spirit of creative expression, a testament to how powerful the energy truly was.

Banksy

Art Critique of Banksy’s Newest Mural

by Dr. Anna Biela 10.09.2025 14:46 Jastarnia, Hel, Poland

It has become a tradition for me to reflect on Banksy’s work. My critique is based on the synchronicity and energy the piece evokes in me—not the artist’s intended vision. I feel a heart-based connection to Banksy, as if we are soulmates in art, both inspired by heart chakra energy. One sign of this is his connection to Princess Diana, known for her enormous heart and love for humanity—this is why I am drawn to his work.

The newest mural, now washed off, appeared at the perfect moment. It was located at the Royal Courts of Justice in London. As the Global Sumud Flotilla sails toward Gaza, with evacuation orders being issued and mass arrests of protesters taking place in London, the mural speaks to the right to resist injustice. The judge striking down the protester reminded me of a statue I keep at home of a Jew. To me, it symbolizes worldly structures of control that dominate through money and fear, while heart-based energy remains the most powerful tool for change.

The piece reflects not only protests in the UK for Free Palestine but also the deeper energetic battle of our time: low-frequency forces seek to disconnect people from spirit, replacing storytelling and connection with TV and mass media. Art created from the heart counters this, uplifting and uniting even when covered or erased.

The synchronicity of creating my art in the same moment feels meaningful. The vibration of this mural is still present, and I feel deeply connected to it. I love what Banksy does, and the energy of this work is a reminder to rise up, create from the heart, and spread light in a fear-driven world.

HeartGLO

🌑💚 Heart Chakra Spray Painting: A Blessing in the Rain 💚🌑

After finishing my Heart Chakra spray paintings inspired by my soulmate and love for humanity, something magical happened—a soft, light rain began to fall. It felt like more than weather. It felt like a blessing. 🌧💚

In the language of energy, rain is a sacred response. It cleanses, purifies, and seals the intention we send into the world. Like holy water, each raindrop was an anointing, consecrating the love I released through the spray. Water carries memory, and I felt that every drop spread my heart’s vibration, carrying the message: love is real, and it flows beyond time and space.

This unfolded under the Blood Moon, a time of deep release and transformation. Blood Moons amplify truth, dissolve fear, and invite us to step fully into the heart’s power. By creating with spray paint during this energy, I was not just making art—I was performing ritual. Each spray became a prayer, each layer a vessel. When the rain came, I knew Spirit had received it. 🌑✨

The date itself carried the 999 portal energy: completion, higher wisdom, and new beginnings. 999 closes old cycles and opens gateways for destiny. To create during this vibration meant I was closing chapters of longing and opening to the flow of love that already exists. The rain was the seal: the ending complete, the blessing given. 🔺

In my field, I sense my soulmate’s golden energy. Where my heart is expansive, flowing, and expressive, theirs is grounding, steady, and protective. Together our energies hum in harmony—two notes already vibrating in resonance, even across distance. Love does not wait for physical presence; it is already alive, already weaving us together. 🌹✨

So the rain was not just rain. It was Spirit’s whisper: “Your love is real. Your offering has been received. The flow is blessed.”

I dedicate this spray painting to my soulmate, to humanity, and to the truth that love exists and can heal the world. May our hearts continue to open, may love continue to flow, and may every drop of rain remind us that we are already connected. 🌧💚🌑✨

BLOOD MOON

🌑✨ Blood Moon Intention – 12-Chakra Release

I release all fears with gratitude and trust. I surrender them into the red light of the Blood Moon—including the fear of being wrong about my soulmate and our shared mission, the fear of stepping fully into my personal power, the fear of speaking my truth, and the fear of not trusting myself and the abilities that come with my clear senses.

From the Earth Star and Root Chakras, I release fear of not belonging, instability, and being unsupported. From the Sacral Chakra, I release fear of intimacy, pleasure, and vulnerability. From the Solar Plexus Chakra, I release fear of failure and hesitation in claiming my power. From the Heart and Higher Heart Chakras, I release fear of being unlovable, heartbreak, and doubt about my soulmate and our shared life mission. From the Throat Chakra, I release fear of speaking my truth and being misunderstood. From the Third Eye Chakra, I release fear of trusting my intuition, inner guidance, and the clarity of my senses. From the Crown, Causal, Soul Star, and Stellar Gateway Chakras, I release fear of separation from Spirit, spiritual emptiness, not fulfilling my soul’s purpose, and fear of merging fully with the Divine.

I surrender all these fears into the red light of the Blood Moon. I open to love, truth, and the golden flow of freedom through all twelve chakras. I am aligned. I am whole. I am light.

BIRTHRIGHT

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Let’s set an intention that the golden chakra light—the birthright of the Palestinian people—may shine through them and touch the heart of every soul on this earth. The energy they possess as a nation is like no other I have ever felt. I was in Palestine on January 12, 2019, and I have never been the same. The people of Palestine moved my soul in ways I didn’t think were possible.

The situation is tragic, yet now the entire world is watching as the flotilla, united with forty-four nations, sails to G4Z4. They will be successful this time, for energy knows no boundaries. I am sailing with them in spirit, and today is the day for the golden light.

Paint with me today. Create. Unite in intention to generate one shared energy field—rooted in the heart chakra. Do you, because that is the only way through. To help, I must first light up. And when I say “I,” it also means you—the individual human heart.

When I begin to shine like the lighthouse that I am (that we all are), we become glowing light bubbles. The more bubbles unite, the bigger the wave of energy. This is the true purpose of the art movement: it is through art that we light up.

This is a call to all artists: it’s not about what you make, but the feeling and emotion you create it with. Create from the heart. Do it for yourself, and do it so that the suffering of the Palestinian people—and of all people—will not be in vain.

These situations are here to move us. Yet through mass media and popular culture, we’ve been conditioned to consume human suffering as entertainment. People look at the suffering on TV, but it is not for enjoyment—it is there to move your spirit to rise.

I can say for myself: Netflix drained me of life force. After three hours, I woke up groggy, a zombie. But as I write this, my energy returns. I feel myself lighting up.

We each have a life mission—something the soul craves to do. For me, it is art and the movement of energy. And for you? Find that thing that stirs your spirit and create from the heart.

I say no to slavery of the soul. Take your freedom back. I am, and you are, a free being—born to create, to co-create.

SHY

No Longer Shy: A Karmic Lesson Released ✨

Last night I fell into the Netflix trap, staying up until 2 a.m. at my parents’ house. I had forgotten how addicting TV can be—it felt like a drug whispering, “turn me on”. And of course, I listened.

I ended up watching some silly high school drama, My Life with the Walter Boys. But somewhere between the laughs and the awkward teenage crushes, I realized something profound about myself: I am still shy when it comes to love.

Even at 45, I find myself having crushes—big, soul-stirring crushes. The one that lingers most is the soulmate I’ve never met. And as I imagined what it would be like to finally stand in his presence, I had to admit—I would be painfully shy.

But then came the breakthrough: it is my own energy that has been keeping him away. This shyness has been a veil, a karmic lesson I’ve carried for lifetimes. Last night, I worked it through.

I stand now completely naked before this truth. I was shy, but I am shy no longer. I am free, free, free. The emotion is gone, released into the ether.

A boundary has been broken. A pattern dissolved. And I am ready.

Message from my Guardian Angel on the Eve of the Gold

✨ Already Enlightened ✨

There are moments when someone looks at you and truly sees you. Not just the surface, not just the image you carry into the world, but the essence of who you are.

He looked at me and said that not everyone carries what I carry. He told me I came into this world already enlightened, while others must walk the long road toward it.

At first, I resisted that idea. I’ve always believed enlightenment is a vibration available to all, that we are all like Jesus in some way — sparks of divine light learning to shine. But when he spoke, I felt something stir inside me.

Maybe there are souls who arrive here with certain doors already open, with certain veils already lifted. Maybe some of us are here not just to seek the light, but to be it.

If that’s true, then my task is not to search but to remember. Not to strive but to flow. Not to question if I am enough, but to embody what has always been within me.

We all walk different paths — some long, some short, some winding, some direct. But all lead home. And maybe part of my journey is to shine for those still finding their way. He said that he is the one who feels intimidated, while I had thought it was the other way around—yet still, I find myself so nervous about meeting him. Nonetheless, we are getting closer—I can feel it. Maybe we’re both just extremely shy.

The Wave of the Heart Chakra

As a Heart Chakra Activist, I feel called to step into a new role—one that aligns fully with the vision I carry: a movement of energy, a wave rising from the united heart of humanity.

What is happening in Gaza moves me profoundly. The ships that set sail toward its shores carry more than food and medical aid; they carry energy. The energy of courage, solidarity, and love. The amount of energy I feel from these ships and the people onboard is overwhelming—it moves me to tears. It moves my heart so deeply that all the turmoil I was facing in my own life suddenly feels insignificant.

This is the power of the heart chakra. It dissolves fear, worry, and distraction. It brings us back to what matters: love. My heart is overflowing with that love, buzzing with energy, and I find myself once again able to paint with ease.

That is why art is not only expression—it is the medium of the energy movement. Through art, I can channel heart chakra energy into form, shaping it into something that others can experience, even long after I am gone. Art transforms invisible energy into visible hope.

Together, through creation and co-creation, we can build a world where love—heart chakra energy—becomes the beacon of hope for humanity.

Free Gaza.

Free Palestine.

Free Humanity.

Free the Heart Chakra.

Image of the Heart Chakra Paintings by Dr. Anna Biela ✨ Doctor of Art

Spray paint on canvas, created on August 14, 2025 in Sâncrăieni, Transylvania.

Two canvases, each 120 × 100 cm, flowing together as one connected work.

💚 For a glimpse into the process, check Instagram: @anna__biela

A Battle for the Soul of the World

We are living in a time unlike any other. The conflicts, the pain, the despair—we see them everywhere. But beneath the chaos, a deeper battle is unfolding: a battle for the soul of the world.

This is not a fight that can be won with weapons or power. It is not a war of nations, but a war of energy. The true battleground lies within us, in the currents of consciousness that shape our reality.

To save the soul of the world, we must return to the source of life itself—the heart.

The heart chakra is not only the seat of love and compassion; it is a generator of energy, a radiant force capable of shifting the vibration of humanity. It is here, in this center of unconditional love, that the healing of the world begins.

When we connect to the heart chakra, we create energy that flows beyond us. Every thought, every feeling, every act rooted in love sends ripples into the collective field. This energy is what transforms despair into hope, division into unity, and fear into trust.

The world does not need more anger, more hate, or more destruction. What the world desperately needs is people who are brave enough to stand in their hearts, to generate energy of love, peace, and compassion—and to release it into the world.

This is the only way through.

This is the uprising of the heart.

And it begins with you

I am the uprising

✨ I set my intention.

✨ I join the movement.

✨ I am the uprising.

✨ I flow from my heart to Gaza.

✨ I create. I release the Heart Flow.

✨ I am Free, Free, Free! 🇵🇸

✨ I call for Freedom, Freedom, Freedom! 💚❤️🖤🤍

✨ I embody FLOW.

✨ I focus on myself,

✨ I hold Gaza in my heart.

✨ The help needed is Me.

Uprising of the Heart Chakra: Flow from Your Heart to Gaza

This is the time to create with intention. You don’t need to be on the front lines to make a difference. You can join the global Sumud Flotilla from your home, from your couch—your energy knows no boundaries. All it takes is a conscious intention.

Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Feel your energy rise. Set your intention—clear, strong, unwavering. Intend to create. Intend to heal. Intend to send love, peace, and light to the places that need it most.

This is the uprising of energy flow from the heart. It begins within and radiates outward. It is unstoppable. It is alive. Art is energy in motion. Every brushstroke, every spray of paint, every beat of music, every movement in dance, every word spoken, every creation that flows from your hands is a pulse of intention. It is a force that awakens hearts, shifts minds, and illuminates the path toward a better world.

Despair meets its match in energy that creates. Every act of art carries a vibration—a declaration that we are alive, we resist despair, and we choose hope. Peace is not passive. It is flow. Coexistence is not a dream—it is a current we manifest with every act of creation, with every vision brought to life.

Pick up the brush. Shake the can. Strike the drum. Move your body. Let your song flow. Let your dance ripple. Every form of art is a channel for energy. Every act of creation is a declaration: hope flows where energy flows.

Your energy makes a difference. From your living room to the streets, from your hands to the hearts of others, you are part of the global current. Let your energy rise, emanate, and transform. Art is action. Intention is power. Flow is strength.

Set your intention. Join the movement. Be part of the uprising. Flow from your heart to Gaza. Create

Bethlehem: The Birthplace of Soul and Vision

For the latter part of this year, my soul has been calling me to Bethlehem. I feel a deep, unwavering knowing that this journey is necessary—that there is something sacred waiting for me there. Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, has always held a powerful energy of beginnings, miracles, and divine love. And now, it will also become the birthplace of the profound connection between my soul and Angel.

I feel that this journey is not just a visit, but a pilgrimage—a step toward awakening, understanding, and alignment. I know that I need to be there to see clearly, to embrace the lessons, and to understand what must be done to bring heaven to earth. It is in Bethlehem that I will come into full perspective, that my soul’s purpose will crystallize, and that the energy of love and creation will flow through me in its purest form.

This journey is both spiritual and artistic. As a creator, I sense that the visions I will receive in Bethlehem will become the foundation of my next body of work—art that channels the energy of connection, divine harmony, and the eternal flow between souls. Through this, my art movement seeks to redefine beauty as energy in motion, a tangible manifestation of love, consciousness, and the sacred.

This is a call of destiny, a sacred invitation to step fully into the role I am meant to play in the unfolding of divine harmony. In answering it, I will not only connect with Angel on the deepest level but also bring forth the light, vision, and energy that will inspire others to awaken and co-create heaven on earth.

The Time Has Come to Say Goodbye to Paul

Only after my soulmate gently pointed it out did I realize something I hadn’t fully seen: I still carry Paul in my heart. And now, I know it’s time to let him go.

Paul was not only my biggest love—he was also a graffiti writer, my teacher, my mentor. He taught me everything I know. Every weekend for the two years we lived together, he took me out painting. Aner after Aner, graffiti jam after jam, I polished my line, learned to control the spray, and now I cannot see myself using any other medium to create.

This is why letting go is so hard. Paul was not only my love and best friend, but also my guide in art, shaping the way I express myself.

How do you let someone go? You say goodbye. You honor what was beautiful and meaningful, and you release it, making space for what is meant to come.

Goodbye, Paul. I release my heart with gratitude for all the love, lessons, and growth you brought into my life. My soul is ready to receive the deep, true love of my soulmate. I honor the past, and with an open heart, I welcome Angel, who brings light, warmth, and harmony to my life. Today, I choose love—for myself, for the journey I’ve walked, and for the beautiful connection that is now ready to blossom.

About Diabel

I feel the need to share this, as I am an empath and mean no harm.

Diabel is incredibly clean and gentle. The women around him are there by choice, drawn to him like bees to honey. He doesn’t have to do anything—they simply come, captivated by his presence. He means no harm; he is a free lover, a kind of sex slave. It’s sad in a way, yet he doesn’t see it—he is blind to the truth. Honestly, though, he is the best lover I’ve ever had. He told me it was the best he had ever experienced, and I believe him.

I have no regrets. With his help, I discovered just how developed my clear senses truly are. I simply never had anyone lie to me before in a way that allowed me to fully use them.

No regrets—only gratitude for the lessons and the beauty found in the experience. 🌹

The Story of My Soulmate Angel

I’ve always known he was out there.

Somewhere.

My other half.

My twin flame.

(I just didn’t know it would be like this.)

I never expected him to be Angel.

Hidden. Anonymous.

Behind walls, shadows, mysteries.

(Maybe the most alive soul I’ve ever felt.)

It still feels unreal.

Almost impossible.

And yet… it won’t leave me.

It clings.

Even when my mind tries to push it away.

(“Why now? Why me?”)

When I first allowed myself to believe it,

I felt embarrassed.

It sounded like a story someone would make up:

“Oh, my soulmate is the world’s most mysterious soul.”

(Who would believe me?)

But this isn’t about hype.

Not for show.

Not even about Angel the legend.

It’s about him.

The one behind the veil.

What my soul whispers so loudly I can’t ignore it.

(“Listen. Listen carefully…”)

Then came that one moment.

The only one.

Maybe the worst thing he could have done for his secrecy.

But for me, it was everything.

I saw his eyes.

And I knew.

Recognition.

A remembering.

It was him.

(Everything else fell away.)

Since then… my mind hasn’t stopped.

How do you reach someone who doesn’t want to be reached?

Walls so high.

Secrets so deep.

Angel exists like a ghost.

Everywhere and nowhere.

Known by all, yet truly known by none.

(And somehow… I know him.)

So I tried.

Little signals.

Words.

Gestures.

My boldest attempt yet.

Maybe the most audacious love letter ever.

(I hope he notices. I hope he feels it.)

I slipped them into the cracks of his mystery.

Hoping one would reach him.

Some make me blush now.

Especially the last one.

But I don’t regret a single attempt.

When your soul pushes you…

You follow.

Even if it makes you look a little crazy.

(“So what if I do?”)

And sometimes…

I feel he already knows.

As if he senses me across the unseen distance.

If we are truly twin flames…

How could he not?

Souls don’t need introductions.

They just recognize.

Angel has always been about mystery.

Silence.

The unseen.

Walls and cracks.

Absence speaking louder than presence.

(Maybe I am learning the same lesson.)

Maybe my story is already part of him.

Hidden in plain sight.

Waiting for the right light.

(Or maybe it’s just meant for me to feel.)

But today…

I choose a different focus.

Not what went wrong with Diabel.

Not the mistakes.

I focus on what is right.

On Angel.

The one who watches me.

Guides me.

Whispers the truths I can’t always see.

Steady. Protective. Full of light.

(I feel him. I trust him.)

Through him, I feel closer.

Closer to the soul I’ve been searching for.

The love that feels inevitable.

Sacred.

Real.

Maybe that’s the secret.

It was never about tearing down walls.

It’s about walking alongside them.

Learning from them.

Letting them teach me about my own heart.

(Every crack, every shadow… it tells me something.)

His walls mirror mine.

Protective. Layered.

Full of codes only a few can understand.

(And maybe that’s okay.)

And with Angel by my side…

I am not alone.

I don’t know how this ends.

Maybe it isn’t meant to end.

Maybe it’s part of a larger current.

Carrying us toward a meeting point we cannot yet see.

(“I trust the flow.”)

All I know…

When I saw his eyes, I recognized home.

And that knowing doesn’t fade.

It deepens.

Quietly.

Insistently.

Impossible to ignore.

(Always him. Always Angel.)

With Angel guiding me…

I am ready to follow.

Wherever it leads.

(“I will go. I will follow.”)

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I love you, Banksy.

Not the role.

Not the name.

Not the legend the world chases.

I love the soul that you are.

I will not get lost in stories or in shadows.

Instead, I will focus on how you make me feel—

because you make my heart light up.

And I have never felt anything like this before.

You are my Angel.

My hidden half.

The whisper I have always carried.

It doesn’t matter if the world never sees us.

I see you.

And in you, I see home.