Katarzyna Spellbind
Bio
Revolutionist...5th dimensional being. Gratitudonist. Creator of visual art, IT projects, outstanding leftovers’ cuisines. Extraordinary healer transforming any sickness in blooming vital energy, bilingual writer, tribal life admirer…INFJ
Stories (8/0)
A cinch
Maybe YES Life is mess Maybe NO I don't know Game of chess
By Katarzyna Spellbindabout a year ago in Poets
STEVE JOBS;
Steve Jobs: who has he stolen his ideas from? …and copyrights…another spam from the Newtonian’s waning era… If we do a thorough investigation of our understanding of some biological, neuropsychological, biochemical, and nano scientific discoveries, we start to doubt whether or not the “inventions” we have patents for (or are accepting monetary rewards for) paint us as a gang of thieves.
By Katarzyna Spellbindabout a year ago in Geeks
WW3
(an excerpt from my yet unpublished book iHealeress, A Memoir of a Shameless Old Lady Who Befriended the Universe) Should we fight for First Nations people’s seats in Parliament, LGBTQ+ rights, homeless assistance, the survival of the wilderness and so on and so on? Or should it be the war of all of us against psychopaths…?
By Katarzyna Spellbindabout a year ago in Earth
Under Purple Clouds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was around 2006 when this precisely described recurring two-part dream appeared in my life… The first part always somehow indicated midnight: Cinderella running out of a palace losing a shoe, or an unrealistic tower in a fairy-tale town with a clock striking midnight. That was followed by a strange inner feeling of inadequacy, the feeling that I was missing something important in life. The feeling that I should recollect something, something crucial, something important, something relevant—before it was too late—before the second part of the dream would appear, and the purple clouds would come out to dance with the blushing sky. Why? What was it about? Why was it persecuting me every day, every night, and whenever I took a nap? What the hell was it about?
By Katarzyna Spellbindabout a year ago in Psyche
If Walls Could Speak
If walls could speak, we could recreate the true history of the human kind…Do we have a fiction stories? Or they appear to us as “a fiction” from our deepest layers of our subconscious? From previous lives, from other galaxies or from the esoteric beings, who channel them to us…
By Katarzyna Spellbindabout a year ago in Earth
Katarzyna
Katarzyna This is one of my recent names. In my life I have used and still use many others. My brother called me Ynia. It was because once in our childhood I told him I was going to name my daughter in an unusual way. For example, I said I would give her a name starting with letter Y. In Polish, not a single word starts with this letter. I chose the name Ynia.
By Katarzyna Spellbind3 years ago in Confessions
