Welcome to the place of wisdom

There are shadows we recognize right away. And there are others we live inside for years, believing they are simply who we are...

I started observing transits. Well, I am a super curious person, but there was no attempt to predict anything. It was more as a way of watching this living weather inside myself and others! And at some point I noticed something strange: inner states began to repeat across completely different lives. Not stories, not events, but modes of being like tension, loss of inner footing, a peculiar exhaustion with old roles, intolerance toward falseness, a desire either to disappear or to finally make things clear.

Many Americans witnessed something rare... not spectacular, not performative, not designed to convince or convert. In freezing snow and bitter wind, they witnessed a Walk for Peace. Step after deliberate step, people of different races, cultures, and histories stood together simply to bear witness. There were no banners, no shouted slogans, no theatrical gestures. Just presence. In a world addicted to noise and outrage, this quiet movement became a grounding reminder of what it looks like when humanity chooses unity instead of fragmentation.

There is an old parable about two wolves. One carries fear, resentment, dependence, the hunger for revenge, and the hope that justice will arrive on its own. The other holds clarity, strength, responsibility, inner authority, and the right to choose. The one that wins is always the one you feed.

Imbolc. Candlemas. Gromnitsa — a point of turning