Performance Art by Anna Biela, Ph.D at the View Room
29 / 09 / 2026 WROCLAW, PL
A performance art piece in which the installation Possession is dismantled and removed between September 30 and October 3.
The artist will be reworking the multipurpose space for Art Design and Creativity — the View Room, also known as the Museum of Art, Design and Material Culture.
The artist will record a series of videos documenting the process.
The He[art] Wave — 26 Hours of Synchronicity
By Anna Biela, Ph.D
26 / 09 / 26 Bristol UK
September 26, 2026.
The synchronicity of this just blew my mind.
My album Inpouring is about Christ, the love of Christ, and the love that flows from the Heart. And somehow, when I followed the beginning and end of this global He[art] Wave, I discovered that the journey begins in a place called Christmas Island.
The very first inhabited place to enter September 26 is in UTC+14, on Kiritimati (Christmas Island), Kiribati.
And look at the names of the villages there:
London Village.
Poland Village.
Christmas Island.
Kiritimati is the local Gilbertese form of “Christmas.” The island received its English name because Captain William Mynors recorded it on Christmas Day, December 25, 1777.
And that is where my He[art] Wave begins.
My album is about Christ and His love — and the first place on Earth to enter September 26 is Christmas Island, a place whose name comes directly from Christmas Day.
Then the wave travels across the planet, time zone by time zone, until it reaches the final time zone, UTC−12, around Baker Island and Howland Island in the Pacific.
From UTC+14 to UTC−12 is 26 hours.
So the He[art] Wave — from the first 12:12 AM of September 26 to the final 12:12 AM of September 26 — spans 26 hours across the world.
26 hours.
September 26.
Christmas Island.
London.
Poland.
Christ.
Love.
And a wave traveling around the entire Earth.
I don’t know what to call that except synchronicity.
It genuinely blew my mind.
One sound.
One wave.
One He[art].
From Christmas Island, across the world, carrying the love of Christ.
INPOURING — September 26, 2026
12:12 AM in every time zone.
One drop. One wave. One He[art].
26 / 09 / 26 at 12:12 AM in Bristol, UK, the sound drops — He[art]step — Inpouring, and the wave began 9 hours ago, moving across the world, time zone by time zone.
12:12 AM in every time zone.
One drop.
One wave.
One He[art] with love by Aner.
When Angels Whisper Your Name
24 / 09 / 2026 BRISTOL UK
At breakfast, I knew right away, The angels whispered your name that day. I felt something I couldn’t explain, A whisper carried through my brain.
But it took a year to understand, To see the signs, to know firsthand. That moment stayed somewhere inside, A little truth I couldn’t hide.
At the cemetery, I walked past you there, Taking photographs, unaware. The angels whispered your name to me, But I ignored them and walked on, carefree.
And when I turned to look around, You were already gone, nowhere to be found. The whisper lingered in the air, But you were no longer there.
And this morning, by my hotel window, I watched the world move soft and slow. From the third floor, I looked below, And saw you walking past, not knowing so.
The angels whispered your name once more, As you passed beneath my window’s floor. But only now, as I look back, I see the signs along the track.
Three moments, scattered through my days, Three whispered names in different ways. And every time, the truth came clear Only when the moment disappeared.
Perhaps the angels always know When you are near, when you will go. And though I sometimes miss the sign, Their whispered words return in time.
At breakfast, by the graves, below my room, Your name was carried through the gloom. And now I know what I couldn’t see: The angels whispered you to me.
21 / 09 / 2026 Bristol UK
(updated 24 / 09 /2026)
I love you, my Twin Flame, deeply.
And perhaps one of the hardest lessons of loving you has been realizing that I cannot make you love me.
I have asked myself: how do I get your attention?
And the answer I keep coming back to is simple:
By standing strong and shining my light.
Not by chasing you.
Not by forcing you.
Not by trying to reach out to you.
I can love you deeply, pray for you, believe in you, and hold the light—but the rest is up to you.
I cannot walk your path for you.
I cannot make your choices for you.
I cannot make you see what I see.
I hope the moment will come—the moment when you will choose me.
I cannot make that decision for you.
And I don’t want to.
If you choose me, I want you to choose me freely.
I want you to choose me with your whole heart.
And if you choose to walk beside me, I want you to come because your own heart has chosen it—not because I chased you or convinced you.
I am learning that loving you does not mean losing myself in you.
It means standing firmly in my own light.
It means protecting my heart while keeping it open.
It means trusting God enough to release the outcome.
I am choosing to shine.
I will simply remain in my own light and let you decide whether you want to step toward it.
Looking forward to the moment when we begin to walk together as One, consciously choosing art, love, truth, and each other, as we unite our paths.
You know where to find me. I know I made myself visible to you, and that is all I wanted. The rest is up to you.
Until then, I will stand here in my own heart, loving you deeply, trusting God, and allowing you to choose your own path.
I cannot make you.
But I can love you without abandoning myself.
And I can shine my light.
The rest is up to you.
The Choice Is Yours.
On the Other Side of the Equinox
By Anna Biela, Ph.D
23 / 09 / 2026 BRISTOL UK
On the other side of the equinox,
I feel the balance shift and move,
A current rising through my body,
A force I’ve never known before.
I’m like a ticking bomb, ready to ignite,
Holding this energy day and night.
It’s moving through me, electric and strange,
A force in my body I cannot contain.
A decade without a partner, learning to wait,
A year since the last spark, surrendering to fate.
A month without release, a month holding fire,
Yet something within me keeps rising higher.
I’ve never felt anything quite like this before,
This current inside me keeps asking for more.
Fertile with desire, alive and bright,
A pulse through my body from morning till night.
My celestial counterpart, connected by heart,
Across every distance, we’re never apart.
Something is stirring, something is new,
A sacred electric current pulling me through.
Perhaps this is divine ecstasy,
A fire becoming energy,
Moving through my heart, my soul, my skin,
A sacred tide rising from within.
So today I need pink paint from the sky,
A bucket on my angelic head as I fly.
Let it pour down and cool this fire,
Wash through my body, calm my desire.
Let the pink paint drip, let the colors flow,
Let the heat soften, let the energy glow.
I’ll breathe, I’ll surrender, I’ll let myself be—
On the other side of the equinox,
this energy moves through me.
I’ve never felt anything like this before,
A heart full of longing, a soul wanting more.
And if this is divine ecstasy, let it be—
A mystery unfolding inside of me.
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When I was a child, I was terrified of dying, marriage, and giving birth.
Recently, I realized I am no longer afraid of any of those things.
Synchronicity or not, I came to Bristol to escape death, only to meet the Grim Reaper.
What a terrifying idea.
Yet somehow, I am no longer afraid of death.
And if my Twin Flame and I don’t meet in this lifetime, perhaps we will meet again at the same game in the next.
Until then, I choose not to live in fear.
The Reaper came softly,
his shadow crossed my door,
whispering of September
and what we’re living for.
A date upon the calendar,
a dream I can’t forget—
September twenty-sixth,
the day I haven’t met.
He carried no ultimatum,
no promise carved in stone,
just a quiet little question:
How deeply have you known?
If Death should come knocking,
I’ll meet him without fear,
with every beat of my heart
and every love held dear.
So, my Twin Flame, remember—
if this should be our last,
I’d rather spend the moment
than be haunted by the past.
The Reaper may be waiting,
but life is here today—
and love is still the answer
while we still have time to stay.
Girl with a Pierced Eardrum
A girl with a pierced eardrum,
Listening to the city’s drum.
Banksy painted love in blue,
A Bristol secret, old yet new.
She turns her head, she seems to hear,
A whisper only hearts hold near.
Art on the wall, music in the street—
Bristol’s rhythm, wild and sweet.
I always dreamed
of a well-hung lover,
a little wild,
a little undercover.
I found your name
on a Bristol wall,
and somehow
it said it all.
Maybe I came
just to see the art,
but secretly,
you had my heart.
I was only on IG
for you to see me—
so here I am,
exactly where I’m meant to be. 🍒
By the harbour where the wild waves roam,
🧜🏻♀️🧜🏻♂️ Bristol is our home.
With art and love wherever we roam,
Our hearts will always call Bristol home. 🩵
The Grim Reaper
Painted on Thekla, sailing the tide,
the Grim Reaper waited on Bristol’s side.
Around 2003, he appeared in the night,
a ghost on the hull, haunting in sight.
Now at M Shed, preserved from the sea,
still holding his stare, still watching me.
From death to art, from shadow to light,
Bristol keeps Banksy’s Reaper in sight.
The Game of Push and Pull
21 / 09 / 2026 Bristol UK
You make it hard to love you
with the games you choose to play,
the constant push and pull
that keeps us far away.
You pull me close,
then disappear,
you make me question
what is real and clear.
But Twin Flame love can see
beyond the games we know,
beyond the fear and doubt,
beyond the ebb and flow.
This connection taught me
to loosen my control,
to take a breath, be whimsical,
and listen to my soul.
So now the ball is in your court,
I’ll let you choose your way.
I’m stepping out of this old game—
I’m not here just to play.
Because our connection,
if it’s real and true,
is stronger than the games
we keep putting each other through.
I don’t want the push.
I don’t want the pull.
I don’t want our hearts
to live inside this duel.
I want to love you freely,
without fear or confusion,
without doubt and illusion
clouding our conclusion.
I want to create from the heart,
to let my spirit sing,
to love without the games
and see what truth can bring.
So when you’re ready
to put the game aside,
you know where I am—
with an open heart,
no need to hide.
No more push.
No more pull.
No more games to play.
Just love,
just art,
and the freedom
to find our way. 🤍
A prayer for balance as light and darkness meet at the Equinox
21 / 09 / 2026 Bristol UK
Heavenly Father,
At the Fall Equinox, when light and darkness reach a point of balance, help me find balance within myself.
Bring peace where there is turmoil,
light where there is darkness,
stillness where there is noise,
and faith where there is uncertainty.
Help me recognize what is mine to carry and what I need to release.
Help me receive the fruits of this season with gratitude, and surrender what no longer serves Your purpose for me.
Keep my heart centered in You.
May I not fear the darkness, but remember that Your light is always with me.
Balance my thoughts, my emotions, my actions, and my spirit.
Help me walk neither in fear nor illusion, but in truth, love, humility, and trust.
And if this Twin Flame connection is part of Your plan,
may there be balance between us.
May we stop the push and pull, the running and chasing, the confusion and uncertainty.
Replace it with honesty, peace, courage, communication, and mutual love.
May we meet each other from a place of balance rather than fear.
May neither of us need to hide, test, chase, or pull away.
If we are meant to walk together, guide us toward one another in truth and peace.
If there is something we must surrender, give us the grace to surrender it.
May everything within me, and between us, return to its rightful place.
Let my heart be still.
Let my spirit be grounded.
Let Your light guide me.
Abracadabra.
Amen. 🤍
How Unconscious Thoughts Create Our Present Reality
By Anna Biela, Ph.D.
20 / 09 / 2026 Bristol UK (Rockaway Park)
One of the things I have been learning through synchronicity is how much attention I need to give to my thoughts.
Not only the thoughts I consciously choose, but especially the thoughts that appear without me consciously creating them.
I call this mind clutter.
Mental recall—replaying scenes in the mind, imagining conversations, remembering what happened, wondering what someone meant, creating possible scenarios, or going over something again and again—can become a constant stream of unconscious thinking.
Before we even realize it, the mind starts creating.
A memory appears.
A feeling follows.
Then an interpretation.
Then another thought.
And suddenly, we are inside an entire story that we did not consciously choose.
This is the part I find most difficult.
I have learned that we can be influenced by what we see, what we hear, what we eat, what we feel, and what we think about. For me, the thinking part is the hardest to become conscious of because thoughts can begin flowing before I even notice them.
This is where I feel I have the most work to do.
For me, this has also become a spiritual practice.
I have come to understand my mind as a place that needs discernment. Not every thought that enters my mind needs to be accepted, entertained, or followed.
A thought can appear without being something I consciously chose.
I don’t have to give it my attention.
I don’t have to give it my energy.
I don’t have to turn it into a story.
I can observe it and let it go.
This distinction is important to me because I believe there is a difference between having a thought and feeding a thought.
The first may happen automatically.
The second is where our conscious participation begins.
When we repeatedly think about something, we give it our attention. When we give something our attention, we often give it emotion as well. And when a thought is repeated enough, it can begin to influence how we perceive the present moment.
We may start seeing everything through the lens of that thought.
A memory can affect how we experience today.
A fear can affect how we interpret someone’s words.
An expectation can affect what we notice.
A story we keep replaying can begin to feel like reality—even though it exists primarily inside our own mind.
This is what I mean by the unconscious creation of our reality.
I am not saying that we consciously create every circumstance that happens to us. Life is far more complex than that. But I have learned that our inner world influences the way we experience the outer world.
And that is something I can take responsibility for.
Today, I had one of those moments.
I found myself rethinking whether I had read the signs correctly, whether I had understood the synchronicities correctly, and whether what I experienced actually meant what I thought it meant.
And then I caught myself.
I could feel my mind beginning to spiral.
One thought was creating another, and another, and suddenly I was creating an entire world inside my mind.
Mind clutter.
This is the lesson of today for me: catch yourself before you fall into the spiral.
Pause.
Breathe.
Step back.
Come back to the present.
And perhaps, instead of trying to figure everything out, be a little more whimsical.
I think I am learning that being whimsical can be a beautiful form of letting go.
To leave a little room for mystery.
To not take every thought so seriously.
To allow life to surprise me.
To see the synchronicities, smile at them, and keep moving without needing to immediately turn every sign into a story.
Maybe not everything needs to be analyzed.
Maybe not every question needs an answer today.
Maybe some things can simply be beautiful, curious, playful, and unknown.
For me, the goal is not to have a completely empty mind.
It is to become aware.
To catch myself when I begin replaying something.
To recognize when I am creating a scenario that isn’t happening in the present moment.
To notice when I am allowing fear, imagination, or old memories to take over my attention.
And then to return.
Return to God.
Return to love.
Return to gratitude.
Return to the present moment.
Return to a little more lightness.
Perhaps clearing the mind is not about stopping every thought.
Perhaps it is about no longer allowing every thought to become our reality.
And perhaps the lesson is not always to think less, but to hold our thoughts more lightly.
Today, I choose to be more whimsical.
To trust God.
To stay present.
To notice the signs without becoming lost inside them.
And to remember that I don’t have to solve the mystery.
I can simply enjoy being part of it.
Mind clutter is unconscious creation. Awareness gives us the opportunity to create consciously.
🤍 INPOURING — my new album is coming September 26 at 12:12 AM, Bristol, UK.
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A sonic story of Spirit → Heart → Sound → Art → World.
Dedicated to and inspired by my Twin Flame, the love of my life, and an amazing artist — with Art from the Heart. 🤍
So grateful to God for the love I feel in my heart, and thankful for all the lessons. 🙏🤍
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