🌑 Art, Psychomagic, and Following the Path

Hi Sunshine, it’s time for the Moonly Journal 🌞

I’m in Ibiza, living a life full of very high highs and equally deep lows. It’s quite fascinating to be experiencing this rollercoaster and be actually very chilled with it. I feel like I’ve upgraded. It feels amazing.

The last time I wrote to you I was on a train to my city of birth to spend quality time with my family. Boy, oh, boy, was it quality.

Long story short, I have managed to finally reprogram the negative patterns in my relationship with my closest family. Which is pretty much as massive as it sounds.

It’s been years of work that brought me to this moment. I remember a few years ago spending a month living with my parents and taking them out for 1:1 dates. My mum - great. My sis – wonderful. My dad – well, we mostly sat in terrifying silence. Years passed. I drank the Tea. I learnt new tools. I upgraded across the board.

And last year was better, but not really. I was experiencing myself absolutely terrified by my dad (who wasn’t doing anything terrifying), and I just could not unstuck this feeling.

This year I was finally ready. Quite a bit of energy went into working with my family system, then a Fala Systemica session, an incredible week in Berlin that blew my mind and charged me with so much love, and there I was – ready to bring all these pieces together.

Wow.

It was a strange setup – my dad, mum, and I, by the seaside, in a place where we used to go as a family when I was a kid. The last time I was there over 20 years ago. We went for walks through amazing pine forests, pristine dunes, beaches and small coastal towns. I could literally feel the moments when my Michał, the child, would switch over to Michał, the wizard.

I drew dragons of fear in the sand. I sang to the sea. I collected stones that became a new collection of card art. And most importantly, I created rituals of psychomagic working with the energy between me and my parents.

It felt like magic, and it indeed was.

It all culminated during the Summer Solstice, or how we call it in Pagan Poland – Noc Kupały, when I invited my parents for a card session.

You know, I don’t often speak Polish, so my mother tongue is fluent but rusty. And yet, the moment I sat my parents at that table I went into a perfect flow. I witnessed myself speaking the most hilarious combinations of words, relaxing the field between us, to then suddenly switch right into deep inquiry mode – a talent I have been super proficient with in English, but haven’t practiced at all in Polish. The right words just kept on flowing and the session went deep, deep, deep into the core.

In the end, as we reached the climax, I looked into my father’s soul. I haven’t seen his soul since childhood. That look he gave me will stay with me for a very long time. And I found a way to support my mum through her anxiety and engraved it into a card she now carries with her. My heart melted.

On the last day I crafted the collection of art cards engraving my psychomagic journey of that week. Each of them carries a story and serves as a part of the ritual that literally shifted the trajectory of my family.

If you’d like to hear these stories I invite you to hop into my Patreon. I hope they will inspire you to shape your own family stories into a delightful and elevating tapestry and a collection of beautiful memories. There’s a delicious recording with a tasty piano soundtrack from Brian Mongo (my spirit animal). Enjoy 🤗

Ok, so with that I drove all the way through Poland to meet with my 98 year old granny and my sister. Beautiful encounters. It’s such a good feeling to notice that I’m now sad leaving from Poland.

And then, I took a spontaneous decision and went to Amsterdam, my favourite city in the world, to plant the seed for an exhibition in a proper art gallery. And, of course, to spend quality time with Brian, my dear brother and spirit animal, Jorn, the man who opened this magickal city for me and handed over the keys, and a few more delightful humans.

I hosted a mini exhibition prototype in BounceSpace and it was fantastic:

I also found a gallery where I’d like to host my exhibition. And discovered the topic of the exhibition itself. And received a blessing from the Dragons of Ruigoord during a crazy night of thunderstorms, that kept hitting all around us, at a distance so close I never experienced – literally meters away.

Needless to say, the trip was a success.

And then – I hopped on a flight to the magickal island of Ibiza to move here for (at least) three months. That’s the longest I will stay in a place since my departure from Amsterdam in 2024. Two long years of nomading are finally slowing down. YES!

It feels so strange to move into an empty room. To buy extension cords and source carpets. To build my work station and art station and my altar. To hang artwork on the walls.

And the landing itself was quite intense.

On the first day, instead of the usual high, I found myself in deep scarcity and anxiety mode. WTF. I kept trying to work, but no luck. So I went to do some errands and it was an emotional disaster. Finally, I reached a glimpse of sanity and took myself out for a walk. That always helps! And even that almost failed – by the time I arrived to where the trail was supposed to start I had 5% battery left on the phone, no charger, and I still needed gps to drive back to the place where I live. But fuck it. I switched the phone off, found a trail and ended up on a majestic cliff overlooking the Turtle Island.

As I sat there I sang my fears. I witnessed all the shit coming out of my mouth and being alchemised through sound into bliss. I let it all go into the universe. The turtle didn’t even blink. It was way too grounded to blink. It did give birth to a card though. And it keeps coming up in sessions.

From there the trajectory shifted, even if the rollercoaster continues. I hit multiple peaks, and multiple lows, and somehow managed to alchemise the energy of every low into something beautiful. A song. A piece of art. A moment of insight turned into psychomagic ceremony resulting in another artefact.

I’m getting good at this. It’s beautiful to witness.

A big theme of the moment is accepting. I could go deep into it, but let’s keep it for the time when we talk. This is already a long letter.

So I keep on going for hikes and finding the most amazing places in the island. I keep on making art. And I keep on showing up for my craft as an artist on a mission to send playful ripples of interpersonal healing and being a catalyst for change.

It is working. Rosemery, the herb, helps.

I accept what is mine, and I let go of what is not so it can find it’s way into where it needs to be.

And I still sing to the rocks. And I keep on finding turtles.

Here’s a short visual story I crafted the other night:

The cards are growing, too. I went to my first party in a villa and hosted a card station. It was glorious. More! Of! That!

On Monday, as I was alchemising another super challenging day, the most emotionally difficult since my arrival, the clarity on the path for the cards finally emerged. More on that next Moon.

I swam, I danced, and I sat at my upgraded art station to craft an artefact. I am an arrow. I have the perfect bow. All I need is to bring myself into the highest vibe, focus on the target, let go, and allow the Thing that “belongs to me” come to me by itself. And let go of all the rest so it can find it’s way where it needs to be.

Infinite Love,
Michał