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But to have a new belief one needs to sacrifice the old one.
1.Take your Phoenix to the Hell we all have got inside us and throw it into fire
2.Wait until there are only ashes left
3.Put the ashes into your pocket
4.Notice how the 🥚 grows until it breaks.
5. The new bird is born.
6.Take best care of him.
Impatience is a bliss…well,sometimes
My little child-like mind was a way too impatient for sitting and waiting in the darkness for too long.
As the fairy-kingdom had fallen into ruins I had to build a new castle with the same broken stones on the ground:Otherwise I’d just freeze to death.
I learned to embrace the Creator within and although from that day on I never saw the fairies again -everything was OK-I had way more fascinating creatures around me now.
‘Cause…You know, we can create just a-ny-thing.And I did.
The Magic was not gone but it was just a different kind of magic from that day on:the Magic that came from the inside; the Magic I felt responsible for, the magic that was under control (or at least I believed so)
Does that mean that my fairy-friends never actually existed and I had just made them up with my little head?
“Why are you sad?” they asked,”isn’t it just awesome to know you have the power to Create.Create a-ny-thing-you-want!”
This thought did not cheer me (right away)
We all need someones to create for…and now when the fairies turned out to be just a big lie and a great illusion I felt I had nobody to sing for,nobody to create for.
Once you have chosen to step into the world of mystery there is no way back. The line between reality and fairy tale world is now broken and who knows if it ever will be fixed or if it was ever needed.I’ll tell you more but this time you got to have patience. (shhh)
You have been spinning so fast lately and I LOVE that high speed of yours as much as I love trance music,crazy beats and to dance myself breathless.
The past 9 months has been a lot of travelling…England,New York,Shanghai,Indonesia,Slovakia,England again and music,beautiful people and magical moments…so much that when I think back then this was the dream once. This was the dream that once that little girl was dreaming when she sat on the window pane staring at the stars and moon and all those faraway things when everyone thought she was sleeping.
Funny, there was a noment five minutes before my last show in Slovakia when I sat all by myself on the riverside snd thought about this all. The sky was starry and clear and the air was filled with spring.
Now I understand
I feel I don’t own my dream
but the dreams own me
I trust they know
what they have to do
to find their way
into this reality.
I’ll write soon,
No song is just a song – they are sounds of waves on the surface of the ocean hiding thousand mysteries. 💙
Do you want to know everything?If you want to know it all, sweet curious beast, this is the place where the answers are hidden.
Yudi, the wonderful co-director and videographer will give it a beautiful start!
(And of course feel welcome to ask questions here and follow everything in real-time via Instagram @Possimiste.)