Plejadian Phoenix

27/08/2025

Der Phoenix Nordamerikas

The Firebird of Renewal

Long ago, when the world was still young, there was a time when darkness lingered too long, and the people’s hearts grew heavy. The rivers slowed, the trees whispered without song, and even the stars seemed to dim. In that silence, the elders prayed to the Great Spirit for guidance.

From the smoke of their sacred fires, a great bird descended—a being of swirling colors, feathers alive with the greens of earth, the reds of fire, and the blues of sky. This was the Firebird, the Spirit of Renewal.

The Firebird spread its wings, and wherever its feathers touched, life returned. Rivers laughed again, flowers bloomed in brilliance, and the songs of children rose like dawn. The people understood: the Firebird carried not only beauty, but the power of rebirth.

They learned from its dance that even in times of sorrow, life circles back with strength and color. To honor the Firebird, they painted its image on their lodges, wove its feathers into their dreams, and told their children: When you feel broken, remember, you too can rise in beauty, for renewal is the promise of the Firebird.

09/08/2025

29/07/2025

“The Rainbow Serpent Who Brought the Dawn”

Before the first fire, before the first footprint, the world was cloaked in endless night. The stars floated like sleeping embers, and the Earth lay silent, waiting for its song.

From the heart of the deep sky, the Great Spirit dreamed a being unlike any other — a creature of both fire and water, of wind and earth, of thunder and stillness. This was Ziyana, the Rainbow Serpent — her scales shimmered with every color of the sacred wheel, her wings carved the wind into stories, and her voice was the sound of all beginnings.

She was not born to rule — she was born to awaken.

Ziyana descended through the clouds like a whisper, her breath shaping rivers, her tail drawing mountains, and her feathers brushing the dreams of the people not yet born. She coiled gently around the Earth, and where she touched, beauty sprang forth — elk and eagle, cedar and song, water and wisdom.

But all was still in darkness.

So she rose to the highest peak, where the spirits of sky and fire once danced, and with a roar that split the heavens, she opened her chest and released the First Light.

That light became the dawn.

From that moment, the people were given their gift — to live not just in darkness, but in balance. To walk in beauty, with the four winds guiding them, the four colors of the wheel embracing them, and the serpent’s legacy pulsing through the land.

Ziyana did not stay — for she was never meant to dwell in one place. She returned to the stars, coiling among the constellations, watching. It is said that when a rainbow appears after storm, it is the glint of her wing. And when thunder rolls through the valley, it is her laughter echoing through time.

And so, the people still honor her — in songs, in dances, in stories whispered around the sacred fire — the Rainbow Serpent who brought the dawn and reminded all that life is not one color, but many.

26/07/2025

“Our universe is like a giant web, with galaxies lying along filaments and clustering at nodes where gravitational forces pull them together,”

The tiny little red dot is us.

14/07/2025

"If you didn’t do it at forty, then do it at sixty. The only thing that matters—is that you do it!"

My grandmother, who lived to be 97, always told me that life only gets better with time. And now? I finally understand what she meant.

Age is a funny thing. We live in a world obsessed with timelines—marry by this age, succeed by that age, retire by another. Miss a milestone? Society tells you the moment is gone forever.

But here’s the truth: that’s a lie.

If your twenties were full of doubts, make your forties wild.
If your forties were consumed by responsibilities, dance through your sixties.
If you didn’t burn brightly back then—ignite now.

There’s no deadline on joy. No expiration date on reinvention. No too-late for dreams.

So wear the bold colors. Book the ticket. Learn the language. Start over.

Because late? Is always better than never.

✨
— Tilda Swinton

05/07/2025