𝓜𝔂 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓽𝓾𝓭𝓮 - Sunday 13 July 2025

Though I did some serious rewiring already, I am starting to see how stuck I have been in that scarcity mindset.

Limiting myself for decades....

Because planning a future feels like a luxury when survival is the focus.

These posts are:

𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻 𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒.
𝒯𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒.
𝒯𝑜 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈𝑒𝓉.
𝒯𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒.

A week ago, I figured out that I am on my way to Avalon, and now I am writing its manifesto and claiming TikTok and Insta domains linked to my travels.

Things just went boom, and maybe it´s all in my head...for now. But things went Boom since I saw Avalon.

Not really, I have seen the sanctuary before. Floating, glimses, visions, as in a dream.

Now the dream has a plan, and a name, and I am on my way to materialize the fluff out of it.

As if I am stung by a bee in the behind, I am opening doors and drawing sketches of the place hidden in my mind's mists for so long.

Now all is on the table, details I never even thought about are becoming visible.

Avalon was known for its Fair Folk, mortals who are infused with the magic of the Old Blood. Even though that resonates very well with my blood theory mentioned in the book, I need a more modern name for those who follow The Call Of Avalon.

I started with Wanderkind, for those who arrive by inner compass rather than destination.

Which then brought me into contact with Alanis her song Wunderkind:

Which I really love, both the song and the word, but it is too much prodigy and too little fairy.

Looking for away to make the Geman loan word Wunderkind more fitting, I ended up with: Wonderkind

"Wonderkind" (not a standard English word)

Occasionally used poetically or creatively, usually intended to mean:

"A child of wonder"

"A person full of curiosity, awe, or magical potential."

While not in the dictionary, some writers and creators use it intentionally for its softer, mystical feel.

Now that is so me, using words that do not exist, but that everyone can feel.

Yes, it does exist...it´s the Dutch version of Wunderkind, but....

That does not matter, because most of you don´t understand Dutch even if it is staring you in the face.

Hence, those who travel to Avalon are Wonderkind, I do love the sound of that.

It still carries a bit of that fairy dust, a bit of wonder, a bit of kind, a bit of traveller as in Wanderkind.

There is no hurry, as I have been on my way for so long. But thankfully I reach the harbours of home soon as long as I keep listening and follow the call of Avalon.

Thank you for making it this far....for those who know me...or better, think they know me, this might have been a WTF moment.

For me, this is a WTF journey, but I finally know my destiny: Avalon.

Around 1200 AD, Geoffrey of Monmouth wrote that King Arthur was taken on a boat to Avalon by “nine sisters,” the eldest being Morgan le Fay.

Avalon, where the mists of the worlds are thin and time no longer reigns.

“The king was carried to the isle of Avalon to be healed of his wounds.”

According to legend, he did not return from Avalon, but he is prophesied to do so: Arthur is the "once and future king."

Ever since, poets and dreamers have chased that myth. I am a poet, a dreamer, a mystic, and a magician.

I will not chase the myth, I will recreate it just as she meant it to be.

Because over all these centuries, Avalon has grown, the word itself holds more power than the eyes of time can see.

The ancient Celtic legend, a sacred island of healing and immortality, shrouded in fog and guarded by priestesses.

In a quiet English village in 1897, a young writer named T.E. Wilburn sat beneath an old oak and scribbled in his journal:

“Avalon is not merely a place, it is the ache of the soul that remembers something purer than this world can offer.”

That line would later appear in his forgotten book Through the Mists, and inspire the chorus of a 1974 folk song by Rowan Shade:

“Sail away, sail away / To the isle where kings still breathe / Avalon, oh Avalon / My heart you never leave.”

To some, Avalon is paradise. To others, a metaphor for death, it might be both.

Even today, Avalon appears as a vivid symbol of hope after ruin, of wholeness beyond despair.

Avalon is more than a story.

Avalon is a compass for lost souls, pointing somewhere beyond the chaos of the world, to recovery, to rebirth, and reset.

And like Arthur, those willing will all encounter the boat to take them there.