From the depth of my grief…
From the depth of my grief, I emerge as a Witch, a Daughter of Isis, a granddaughter of Wanda Baba Yaga, I wake up as a Witch, I am born again. I take in my breath one in the world of the living and another in the world of spirits, souls, the dead… She is my positive ancestress and I am the ancestress of times future past. I journey across the worlds, realms and universes. I gather the knowledge to see, really see - wide and deep. I storm and I erupt. I sooth and I heal. The world around me dancing in a Vortex. Power. Depth. Expansion. Eternity. Infinity. Love.
Granddaughter of Alina, Daughter of Iwona, mother of Norah. Last descendant of Barbara the healer witch.
(Written on 16 February 2025, anniversary of my grandmother’s passing)
One with the wind…
I am one with the wind, trees, sky and moon.
I am one with nature and the divine scared that flows through the flowers.
I grow with the Universe, for all the Universe is within me.
Colibri
I dream of a bird, a colibri, resting at my throat chakra's core. Its wings reach skyward, alive and radiant, yet cloaked in shadow. This bird sings from deep within, embodying freedom and wild beauty, growing stronger with each breath. I see it in dreams and visions until I become the voice, the bird, the ancient feminine call—to speak boldly, embrace my energy, and awaken power beneath silence. What voice inside you longs to be heard?
I dream about a bird, colibri or mockingjay, at the centre of my throat chakra, inside and outside of it. It’s flying with its wings spread wide to the heavens upwards and suspended in the air at the level of my throat space. It’s like a holographic tattoo that reflects on my skin at at the same time a symbol of a sound of a voice from within. It’s free, full of energy and beauty. Yet, in my dream it appears in the colours of a shadow, as if behind the veil. It is ready. It is waiting. Its power growing strong. Expanding. I see it again and again in my dreams, meditations and visions. I become it.
What is the ancient feminine voice within you calling you to do?
Be the whisper
Be the whisper, be the wind
Call in the force, love for within
Humble mind and strength of the heart
Part of who I am that has never been mine
Dreaming, unforgiving
Loneliness, remoteness
Sensation for self
Adventure of life
Don’t go
Find me where I am
Untouched
Land of self…
Destruction and breath of life
Fantasy of happiness
Never satisfying, always thirsty and dry…
Aging oak
The elements of wind, rain, earth and fire
Be the witch you came here to be
See the world as it is, right in front of you…
Eyes wide open
Walk the path with open heart and open mind
Close to the stars
Breathing the spirit of life
Past, present and future
Worlds apart and worlds intertwined…
What is my name? What is my name? What is my name?
What am I part of?
And where is that part of me?
The road never ends and the love leads the way
So much sorrow, so much joy
Feel, be
Breath the spirit of life
Lungs are not enough
They’re crushing under the wave of light
Storm
Clouds
Breath
Speak
Lie
Forgive
No
Forever
Yes
Written on 20 August 2025
The song of my soul
An ancestral gift
A beautiful voice
This unique song
Share it with the world
For healing and wholeness
Of all beings
The music of my soul
Sacred feminine
Return to the Earth
Return to the body
Return to each other
Go deeper and deeper
On the inner, intuitive, soul journey
Sacred has always been within, it is always within
See the magic that is already here
(Written on 27 September 2024, Brussels, Belgium)
The Goddess wants me to know…
I am a singing voice, a priestess creating vibration from deep within—heart, lungs, soul. The Goddess calls me to use this gift to heal, to share my power without fear. To sing, create, listen, and heal for the highest good. Now is the time to send love and compassion through sound, expanding consciousness and weaving light across the Earth. I open to ancestral wisdom and the sacred in nature, feeling its vibration beneath all things. I create a safe space to birth and share my intuitive, nature witch gifts. I am the witch you did not burn.
I am a voice, a singing voice, a priestess who sings, who creates a vibration through sound, through a voice that comes from within me—from my diaphragm, from my heart and lungs, from my throat and vocal cords, from my soul.
The Goddess is calling me to send that voice and sound into the world: to heal, to help others heal, to use it as a gift, as my greatest power—not to be afraid of that power.
To sing, to create, to listen, to write, to create my own healing practice for the highest good of all beings.
This is the time. This is the time.
Sing—share my voice with love and compassion for healing and to expand my own and others’ consciousness.
Build a web of light all around the planet.
Open the door for ancestral wisdom and healing.
Tune in and merge with the sacred in nature. Hear the song of the Earth in nature, listen, feel the vibration, hear and feel sound and vibration beneath things.
Create a safe space for this creative expression to be born and to grow. A space I can create and heal and share with the world my nature witch intuitive gifts and powers without fear.
I am the witch you did not burn.
(Written on 25 September 2024, Brussels, Belgium)
If the Earth could speak to us…
What would SHE say?
Dear Patrycja, this is Mother Earth.
Look into my eyes—drops on grass shining with light.
Gaze at stars sparkling in the night sky.
Bask in my warm sunlight.
Feel the full moon’s gentle glow—my sister, guardian of night and day.
Sit by my tree, breathe its magic, hear the leaves whisper.
Love me deeply.
Look into the eyes of my children—whale, deer, bear, wolf, spider, owl, hawk, eagle.
Feel their spirit touch yours; something within you rises.
Love them deeply. Breathe with them.
Return to me and to yourself.
Know this:
You Are Nature. You Are Love. You Are Light.
You carry my light, shining onto Earth and beyond.
We Are One.
What would SHE say?
Dear Patrycja, this is your Mother Earth writing.
Look into my eyes, of water drops on a morning grass, shining and reflecting the light.
Look up at the night sky, the diamond starlight across the wast space of deep dark.
Bathe in my sunlight, in the warm embrace of my sun’s rays.
And in the pillars of light, from a full moon, her (Sun’s) sister - the Priestess of light and dark night sky.
Sit by my tree, breathe its soul into yours, become one with its magic of life and hear how it speaks, feel its energy, listen to the sound of the leaves in the wind.
Love me. Love me deeply.
Look into the eye of the whale, or a deer, or a bear, wolf, spider, owl, hawk, eagle, many of my children…
Look deep into their eyes. Feel the connection of their spirits with yours.
Something within you moves and transcends.
Love them, love them deeply… Breath with them. Come back to me and to yourself. Know yourself and remember…
You Are Nature, You Are Love, You Are Light.
You are the light of mine that’s shining on through You onto the Planet and back into the Cosmos.
We Are One.
(Written on 12 December 2024 in Plum Village, France)
Full Moon Rise
Golden full moon rising high at 10,000 meters, seen through bird’s eye or cloud’s view. Emerging gently above clouds and horizon—breathtaking. Its golden light fills my body, mind, soul, and heart. I breathe deeply, holding its beauty within my heart. Tears of love and awe flow as it glows, bathing clouds in mist and shadow. Mysterious, powerful, peaceful—its radiant beauty exhilarates. The moon rises like waves on a sea of clouds. I have arrived. I am home.
Golden light full moon rising in the sky, in the clouds, on 10,000 meters high, in the flight, seeing it with an eye of a bird or a cloud itself.
Emerging gently from the cloud and above the clouds and the horizon. So beautiful. What a sight!
I feel it in my whole body and it takes my breath away. It runs through my whole body, my mind, my soul, and it touches my heart deeply.
I take many deep breaths in and out of my lungs to stay with it and take in all the beauty.
All the glow of golden light. I breathe the sight into my heart centre.
I am in awe and in tears of love, breathless for its source connection to mine.
It glows in my eyes and bathes the clouds beneath it with bright mist and shadows.
Its sight a wonder of love itself. Mysterious, powerful and peaceful. Exhilarating beauty.
The full moon rise in the flight. As if on waters of the sea but really on the waves of the clouds in the high sky.
Rising above them, lighting them into a sea sky of glowing clouds.
I have arrived. I am home.
(Written on 13 April 2025, on the plane from France to Belgium)
Trees, they call me, they speak
Trees speak to me in the rustling leaves and the wind’s sigh, sharing stories of pain and hope. I feel deep sorrow for the wounds they carry: slavery, destruction, human cruelty. Every fallen tree mourns with a broken heart. While stones tell of lost times, trees are living memories, holding life and history within their roots and bark. They carry joy, fear, pain, and strength—like us, fragile but full of fierce love. I reach to them, touch their bark, and listen to their silent spirit. Their presence comforts and invites a vision of a New Earth—alive, kind, and connected. I love trees deeply. I breathe them in. I cry for them. Without them, I cannot truly live.
Trees, they call me, they speak to me
I have great sensitivities full of compassion to the past, present and future
Slavery, deforestation, cruelty of humans towards humans and other beings, cutting trees
Both enrage me and break my heart
I feel so sad… tears… heartbreak…
When in presence of trees being cut or reminiscing cut trees
What’s their story of suffering?
Ancient stones and sites - ancient ruins and temples
They have great power and carry memories of lost civilisations
But ancient trees give life and carry life and memories of all living beings
They breath and talk with their leaves in the wind and energy pulsing in their trunks, branches and roots
They are magnificent and full of love and tales of life, joy, wisdom and fear, suffering, pain
They lived through a lot, like humans but so much more
And like all beings they can feel, they risk extinction.
And yet they can love and experience life fully.
I love communicating with them with a touch of my palms, of my forehead and with my third eye, and my whole body contact
And through all my emotions, through messages the wind carries in their leaves.
I love trees deeply and I cannot live without them.
Breath. Tear. Gentle smile. A vision of New Earth on this Earth.
(Written on 6 March, 2025 on Malta)
I honour SHE, The Oak Tree
I acknowledge and honour the spirits of this land, both known and unknown. I honour SHE, The Oak Tree—the heart and the wise one of this land. She who has stood for centuries, her roots deep and her crown reaching high; one with Earth and Sky, balanced between past, present, and what is yet to come. In unity with both light and dark, peaceful and strong—I honour SHE, The Oak Tree.
I acknowledge and honour the spirits of this land known and unknown.
I honour SHE, The Oak Tree, the heart and the wise one of this land.
The one who stood here for centuries with her roots deep and her crown up high.
One with the Earth and Sky.
And one in balance with past, present and what is to come .
In unity with the light and the dark.
Peaceful and strong.
I honour SHE, The Oak Tree.
(Written on 8 April, 2025 in Mas Vilalte, Pyrenees, France)
Messages from The Oak
Honour me, and I honour you. See me, and I see you. Be who you are—the soul you were born to embody. Allow me the grace to be who I have become, in all my beauty and imperfection. Protect my physical form; offer sanctuary to my soul, my purest self. Grant me the space to breathe and sing. Hear my messages, my voice, my love. Hear my wisdom.
Honour me, I honour you
See me, I see you
Be who you are and who you came here to be
Allow me to be who I have become, with all my beauty and all my imperfections
Protect my physical form and offer me a sanctuary - for my soul, my pure being.
Allow me to breath and sing.
Hear my messages, my voice, my love.
Hear my wisdom…
(Written on 8 April, 2025 in Mas Vilalte, Pyrenees, France)
Never apologise for your tears
Don’t hold back the tears.
Express rage and tears and never apologise for it—especially as a woman!
Allow this powerful energy to flow through you, transforming pain and destruction into forces of healing and creation. Speak your truth boldly against injustice and all forms of oppression.
Let your voice be heard loud and clear.
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Singularity
It all begins with an idea.
I wish for the era of singularity that will bring our world into an age of shared abundance and love for ourselves and every life on Earth.
I wish that I will be at the forefront of the human adventure of discovering the mysteries of consciousness and power of our open hearts and creative minds.
I wish to live the experience of becoming the most beautiful vision of who I really am.