The Song Of Awakening ( The Red Series Hidden Message )

 

The Song of the Awakening

In the beginning, there was silence.

A world unborn, waiting.

And then came the first breath—

The birth of struggle.

We opened our eyes to a landscape of shadows.

The first lesson was not joy, but survival—

A lesson carved in the language of trauma,

Where wounds whispered truths we could not yet understand.

We wore masks without knowing we wore them,

And built cages of our own making.

We walked into love, fragile as dawn.

It was a song of light, but it carried storms.

Love became both cradle and crucible—

Teaching us that beauty always hides pain,

And that letting go is part of holding on.

Through love, we learned grief.

A deep river that carves through stone.

It strips away illusions, revealing the raw earth beneath.

We mourned not only what we lost,

But what we thought we owned—

Dreams, people, moments we believed eternal.

And then came the noise.

The noise of promises, lies, distractions—

The voices of the world telling us who to be,

What to want, what to believe.

We lived in a program.

A Matrix of illusions built from fear, habit, and silence.

Some woke quietly.

A whisper in the dark.

A glimpse of something beyond the veil.

They faced their shadows—

The hidden selves they feared to know—

And in that confrontation, they found the first door.

Others woke through storms.

Through fire, grief, betrayal.

Through the collapse of everything they held true.

Their awakening was chaos.

But chaos is the midwife of truth.

The road was not easy.

It was woven with doubt, anger, and sorrow.

But it led them higher—above noise, above grief,

Above the illusions that bound them.

At last, they stood before the final gate.

It had no lock.

No key.

Only the choice to see.

And they saw.

The program dissolved.

The walls melted.

The illusion fell away like dust in wind.

They stepped out—not into another place,

But into awareness.

The world was unchanged, yet everything was different.

They were free.

Freedom was not a place.

It was seeing.

It was living.

It was waking.

And so the song ended.

But only to begin again.

Artworks with their metadata holding the message:

“The Silence That Answered Back” 

 For those who are done with empty words and broken promises—this is the silence that finally fights back. When frustration boils over and the noise fades away, the truth shows up raw, unapologetic, and unstoppable. 

 The Red Chair 

 We are destined to loose everything we love the most. An artwork dedicated to all those we lost and for all those who are left behind dealing with loss & grief... 

 Nona 

 I was raised by my grandma when I left my house at the age of 13. She raised me to be a real man with values and honor, the only person who really loved me. This artwork is for her. 

 Above The Sea Of Thoughts 

 "While I float Above a sea of thoughts I reflect upon What I thought I lost Risen above What was so below The silent yearnings Of The Undertow..." 

I Found God In An LSD Trip 

 "Life can be magical once you start paying attention to the crumbles that the Universe leaves in your path so you can find your way back home...." 

 Undenied 

 Inspired by the song Undenied by Portishead this artwork is a tribute to all the women in the world that are being suppressed by their cultures and governments. 

 Demiurge 

 In Gnosticism, the Demiurge is a heavenly being, subordinate to the Supreme Being, that is considered to be the controller of the material world and antagonistic to all that is purely spiritual. 

 The Phantom Whistler of Louisiana 

 September 1950: Bride-to-be Jacqueline Cadow reported that she was being terrorized by a "phantom whistler" who hid at night in the shrubbery outside her house and whistled a funeral dirge. Sometimes he also emitted a "blood-curdling moan." No one ever saw the whistler. Eventually the local Sheriff said he had solved the case, but he refused to disclose the whistler's identity because he didn't want to "embarrass" the people involved. 

 The Program 

 It's April 2024. Three random people came to my DMs and said the exact same thing. "Wake up, it's a dream." Soon after I got a big blessing who led me out of 5 years of hardships and stagnation. We are experiencing... the program. 

 Distorted Perception 

 One day after the Xmas of 2024, my father died alone while suffering in an elderly house. I blamed my self for everything even though I couldn't do anything to help him as much as I have tried. I felt guilty, a looser. Stupid. And that unfolded in all sorts of physical and mental health issues. Just for me to realize that I shouldn't do this to myself after all. Cause I have tried... 

 Gatekeepers Of Enlightenment 

 Do they keep the secrets only for the few chosen ones? Or do we keep ourselves away from the truth due to fear? 

 The Trauma 

 An artwork / tribute to all the nightmares we still battle due to our childhood trauma. 

 Let's Fall In Love

 Let's fall in love even when at the end, all we left with, is nothing but memories. 

 Be Human 

 Inspired by my love towards animals and the cartoon "Betty Boop - Be Human" I created this artwork to be the voice of the voiceless... 

 Bonnie & Clyde 

 Based on the story of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow, this is an artwork / metaphor of "hybristophilia" or "Bonnie & Clyde Syndrome" an attraction towards partners who displayed dark triad personality traits. 

 Noise 

 Are we just observing the reality we created feeling trapped in our previous choices or do we consciously create a new one? 

 Shadow Work 

 “The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort. To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real. This act is the essential condition for any kind of self-knowledge.” 

 When The Music Stops 

 Don't die with your music still in you. Don't die with your purpose unfulfilled. Don't die feeling as if your life has been wrong. Don't let that happen to you. No More Lies We all have been deceived by the lies of those we trusted the most... 

 The Return To Innocence 

 In an age where hypersexualization influences young people's perception of sexuality, we need to return to innocence. 

The Moment Happiness Died 

When was the last time you really felt happy? 

 The Untold Stories Of A Broken Soul 

 All these stories. All the memories. We don't dare to share with others. Cause no one will ever understand.... Contemplation We ask ourselves over and over again. What am I doing here? Why do I suffer all my life? Shall I put an end on this madness? But we keep going. One more day. 

 Mother Daisy 

 A dark gothic artwork dedicated to all the single mothers who raise their children with sacrifices and love. The red flowers symbolize the blood that is shed from all the sacrifices they have to go through and the black mountains symbolize all the obstacles. 

 True Love Never Dies 

 Inspired by the movie Interstellar and the concept of Twin Flames, a "relationship" I personally experienced, I created this artwork simply because real love never dies... 

Schizophrenia 

Is it me, is it you, or is it me and you? 

There Was Never A White Rabbit 

Sometimes we need to follow the white rabbit to find our way out. But what if we are the one who leads the way? 

I Was The Angel I Was Looking For 

I looked outside for help but I only had to look within. Broken I tried. To be understood. To be loved. I told my story, but my voice was never heard. And I then realized, am only by my self.... 

The Manual Of Forbidden Dreams 

 Some books are portals to worlds that we only saw in our dreams. A tribute to the book "Reality Transurfing" 

The Silent Melody Of A Broken Soul 

 My soul sings a songs only I can listen... 

The Touch Of Infinite Love 

 Love has no boundaries. Love sets you free. 

 I Did It For You Anna 

 A work dedicated to Marianne Bachmeier a German woman who shot and killed the rapist and murderer of her child, in the court. 

 All By Myself 

 The mother. Who is left alone, in a different reality. Watching over her loved ones. Waiting for them. All by herself.... 

 Reflections 

 In you, I saw myself. 

 Alice In Red 

 Wonderland wasn't a place for me after all... 

 Schrodinger's Cat Was My Mom 

 The cat is neither dead or alive. She was my mom. 

 Acceptance 

 They Said I Have To Love My Self And I Did. A piece I created inspired by the times I didn't accept my self. I didn't like what I became. But now I realize, now I understand, I only had to accept my self to change my self. 

 I am OK thanks and you? 

 You are not OK aren't you? 

 Perpetual Ignorance 

 Sometimes we refuse to see the red flags in our relationships, in our lives. We just move in life with our eyes wide closed. Cause simply enough we think that we are always right. But sometimes we are not... 

 Sans toi, je ne suis rien 

 Once I found the bliss of the presence of God within me, I asked for nothing else. 

 The Silent Twins 

 Inspired by the story of June and Jennifer Gibbons, famously known as “The Silent Twins”. They would only speak to each other in their secret language. The twins had made a pact that for one of them to live free, the other must die. Jennifer soon died under mysterious circumstances. 

 THE OBSERVE(D)R 

 Science hypothesizes that quanta respond to an observer and that the neutrons, electrons, and protons are conscious beings, otherwise the cell won't have the actuality of itself. But who observes the observer...? 

 Bipolar Dreams 

 "They tried to fix me, cause I asked to be free, from the madness that haunts my mind. I want to be free. From my self." 

 Noone ever cared 

 "We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes. This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile." 

 The Reincarnation Of Jane Roberts 

 A creation honoring the late spirit medium Jane Roberts known as Seth. “The imagination, backed by great expectations, can bring about almost any reality within the range of probabilities. ” 

 Paranoia 

 Trapped in this body, in a world that demands a lot from me. Just to be accepted. To survive one more day. A vicious circle. I ask my self. What am I ? Paranoia. 

 Passing By 

 We are all travelers, having a human experience for a while. A lonely journey for many. Surrounded by strangers who will never understand us.