Olara

Every princess is accompanied by some kind of a villain, some kind of a conflict that fuels, or influences the storyline in one way or another. Each princess represents the spirit of a person, and the villain represents the energy that they have to be weary of/ overcome in order to be able to protect themselves in the world.

For example,

let's say my favourite princesses are, Rapunzel, Ariel and Tiana.

Rapunzel; I am easily manipulated, naive and soft spirited. Artistic and quick to trust and accept the narrative of others. Must be protected and in a safe and closely monitored environment.

Ariel's villain; is jealous and vengeful, preys on the energy of youthful beauty and talent, and exchanges dirt for gold. To be wary of energy exchanges in terms of purchases, social exchanges, and karma. Be wary of who you send your energy to, and who you accept energy from. Be grounded in your wisdom and trust the You.

Tiana; getting wound up in witchcraft and chasing after material success.

Learn about Olimpia

The Polish, Igbo- Nigerian, British native who has made a name for herself in Mallorca, Spain. 

Nationality, Net-Worth, Boyfriend/Husband, Height, Occupations, Ethnicity. 

Born in a small town in western Poland, an hours away from Poznań City, Olimpia’s life has been quite a tale. 

Her parents met in Mallorca, Spain, and after coming to the world on 23rd of January, making her an Aquarius, she and her Polish Native mother moved to the United Kingdom, when Olimpia was just a one year old. They moved to the East London Town of Grays, where Olimpia grew up a lover of performing arts, design and communications.  

She went to a catholic primary school, a public high school, and then an all girls private catholic school, where she developed her love for the Spanish language. 

Olimpia is self taught in three languages: Polish, Spanish and Portuguese, and she learned English in nursery with little to no difficulty.

After exploring her artistic talent and entrepreneurship in sixth form, Olimpia decided to take the unconventional route of a gap year, following an exciting travel to Poland, Madeira and Mallorca, and after a rather distasteful experience at university. Which, she quotes, she ‘hated with a passion’. 

Olimpia had been pursuing a career in modelling, and following some altercations with her mother, and a growingly hostile home environment, she broke down after many years of hard work and burn out. The semi negative experiences continued when she ran away to the Caribbean to put distance between her and her mother, but ended up in an even worse situation where she was being exploited. 

When she returned from her travels, she spent some time in England recovering, she then moved to Mallorca to sing and entertain in a hotel, proceeding after a few months to return home to Poland, where she made amends with her family members and learned about the roots she was most proud of; her Polishness. 

In school. Olimpia defended her Polishness with a ferocious roar. Despite being raised a catholic Londoner, she refused to accept or claim any other nationality but Polish, and stayed loyal to her people, even when faced with continuous criticism of the colour of her skin not complementing her claim for Polishness. 

Olimpia, then, resonated with the people of Latin America, who are “all mixed with something”, which is why she enjoys studying the Spanish language so much. 

“If I had been born in the Dominican Republic, people wouldn’t think twice about not calling me a Latina” says the 19 year old. 

Dear Travel Diary,

After being in Poland for almost a month with my new very laid back, literally, approach to life, I question the need for stress. Then I realize, that stress is the pink barbie pill for boredom. The art of problem creating is one that the polish seem to have mastered. An agonizing cycle of battles that seem to trickle into personal lives, despite apples growing big and bellies being full, nice homes, clean surroundings, there always seems to be a problem. A rather grumpy problem. Where other countries seem to have a little, Poland seems to have a lot. An abundance of apples, potatoes, tomatoes, juices, sweets that are good quality, heated rooms everything. And above all, that polish ness that doesn’t seem to hinder or sway anytime soon. I’m Polish, but not really. Someday I’ll soon see the not really part when I go to Nigeria, now THAT will be an experience of a lifetime.

Is like trying mass civilise human beings. Everyone seems to be worried about controlling themselves around easily accessible dense foods made in unnatural factories. inseatd of focusing on being alive and living and having fun, poeple are consantly analysing how not to gain weight, when there are weirdo pop up fake towns around everwhere that replace your life giving trees. It’s so weird. And to eat you need to work? So you are trading your life, to buy food that does nothing for your body, that you have to control yourself around. Way too much choice for eating out, way too much processing going on, this matrix is gonna go down soon I’m sorry but spirit needs a break. Gaia needs a damn break. Y’all been wilding way too long, playing pretend in your little cardboard boxes, decorating it with sparkly things, and analysing everything about life. Dong things you think are right or good and arguing about what is good or not among yourselves. Trying to afford things meant for the gods. Not everyone is needing to wear gold, or nice clothes. There needs to be a balance. You enjoy what you find out in the rela world, not in this little snowglobe of a reality. It’s hilarious. 

People are doing the most worrying about how much they weight instead of looking up. Feeling the breeze on their face, trying to fit into clothes instead of making clothes fit you. All for what, social acceptance. If you want to loose weight, go and live like a real human being, not a robot constantly trying to find things to do. That’s why I dropped having a job. As if I’m going to look for ways to strengthen and support consumer behaviour that is trying to kill my planet for my kids. As if I’m gonna allow myself to be treated as a number and product. Puhlease. As if, next thing you know they’ll be putting barcodes and chips into your skin. 

I’ve been wanting to run away and be a wild human. Seeing myself in this state has been the worst experience ever. It’s worse than any first world problem you could think of. From being a radient golden goddess, to being a street rt with cellulite soulders. *insert cry emoji* I’ve been wanting to go back to the water. I feel very stuck here. I’m jut so sad that I sold myself away for acouple free pizzas and banana chips. It’s such a waste of life. Now I have to work twice as hard t olook like I did, just because i couldn’t focus and found it too difficult to pack up my bags and leave a situation i didn’t even want to be in. That was my first step away from civilisaion, though, so I am gland. the next step is to sell everything and get a one way ticket to south america. Preferrably a jungly paradise island with no snakes, what has white sand beaches, crystal clear water, and beautiful sunsets. Where the sun and water will work together to burn away this british fat I have accquired. Perhaps if I had decided to go to a, no no no. No more would have’s should haves. Either you do something, and you go for it, or you don’t and you do something else. 

South America? HELL YEAH.

So. University. mixed signals as usual. my family and friends in Poland were quite happy that I had chosen to go to university, but I wasn’t. As usual! this is yet again the mixed signals that I send, let me list them

I’m much too free spirited and rebellious to be told what to do for another four years

i like to learn on my own terms, my own things and what I am super interested in, which is quite a downfall at times when I’m being offered to learn something new that doesn’t quite align with my vision

i wanted to grow as a person, not to be a student again and to be treated as such

picking mentors is very important. Having mentor who you look up to, who look like you, and who have been through many adventures, many successes and many mistakes is very important to me, mentors who are very positive, who are eloquent in speak, and who I know I will become like following their advice.

this is the catch, for mentors and teachers alike. Your students will never listen to you, unless you become what they are striving for. Unless you become the perfect image of success, wealth, health, beauty, happiness. If you look miserable, act and speak miserably, no one will listen to you. It’s like offering an out of date apple or cake. The idea of the treat is nice, but the fact that it is out of date puts you off. You need to teach the kids from the future, not from the past. That makes no sense. Teach them to project and imagine into the future, and to bring that here. Teach them the basics, the ancients, and give them free reign.

I didn’t really like the culture at the university. It had too much locura happening and it was just overwhelming for the senses. Also the fact that I was getting ready to be a model, where size xs fitted my body (not I was able to fit into xs, flip it and say it fits you) and suddenly found myself in a ghetto university. I’m still so confused why I even went there.

I was very much in my childish energy. I had been healing my inner child the entire summer, and was freshly out of home. Mentally, I was still 8. I had made a choice basically yo live one more year as a child, and rightfully so I suppose, i had been silting a lot. But it got way out of hand. I was mentally stuck in a cycle: it’s only a holiday, I have to go home after this, but when I did finally get home, it don’t feel like home any more. I had out grown it. I’ve been trying to come to terms with that. if I had been very specific about my life going forward, I had been living very in the present moment. If I had been more specific, I would have gone off to Cuba straight away. With all those savings I had. But I had crumbled my money very stupidly, I didn’t have enough forward vision. Any money I make now I am gatekeeping the heck out of.

My main mission now, is to drop this weird baby water weight, and get myself out of this country. To get to my spirit home, Cuba.

in Poland, and in Madeira, and in England, they were telling me all these stories about Cuba. How it is poor and that I shouldn’t go there. You really think I’ll listen. And you think I don’t know? Cuba, like me, was once very beautiful, very glamorous, a haven. But then it was destroyed by conflict and warfare, and the people that made it beautiful left. Well, that’s how I understand it. The inner warfare that has been in full roll since as long as I can remember has been the destruction of me. Now I just want to rest. And be in my crumbling Habana. No quiero nada mas. no amount of conflict, destruction, poverty, or heart break, can take my spirit out of me. Can tear me away from myself. No amount of material possessions will outweigh my beautiful Cuba. so whatever may happen, I’m getting myself there. Getting myself home. The time of suffering is over. The time of denial is over too. My people are suffering so I have been suffering too. My home has been suffering so I have been suffering too.

now here is a paradox which I will very quickly decline. I started learning Spanish when I was 13. It’s the biggest part of who I am, bigger than the culture I was born into. It is my life. Ever since then, Spanish and Latin culture has been my biggest passion. I scored better in Spanish than in my own mother tongue! My favourite line is to say “es de mi alma, es mi vida” so no fuera por mi cuba, por mi espíritu latino, no sería Olimpia, sería una fantasma. Spanish is the only subject I ever truly care about. It brings me back to life. It breathes life into me. Ohhhhh dios take me to my Cuba and I will never leave. Heavens above I have been so empty without this music that I’m listening to now. And it goes like this every time. It heals my soul. It truly does. It brings me back to life like I said. Nothing makes me happier than to dance in my red dress in the middle of my room, and I feel the people who came before me, I feel them. They call out to me. Por dios. I can’t wait to make my way back to them.

I wish I could be able to sit down with a parent and to find the best solution fo rmy life going forward, instead of being yelled at all the time. You don’t think I want to move out too? 

So, as I usually do, I make up a little imagination mother and she stand right besides me, hand gently on shoulder, an dwe softly and gently work our way through it...

Amazythel and her mother in Spirit

Amazythel’s mother finally finds her way beack to her, Amazythel’s shoulders relax, and she breathes a sigh of relief as her dear beloved mamaat sits by her and soothes her spirit gently. Your stomach, Alara. She says, placing a hand over the area and making it glow. Alara’s face is relaxed,and smoothed witht he gentle love of her divine mother, who knows everything Alara could ever say before she even thinks of it. Stay. Calm. and listen to the inner voice. The storm is almost over. Breathe, relax, and feel. 

It doesn’t matter who it is, learn from them. Don’t try to prove them wrong. Just listen. Be civil.