How does it feel?

I am still in a process of self-healing. Fixing myself is different. Slower. More intimate.

It asks me to sit with what hurts, to listen, to unlearn old reflexes. I have to stay conscious when the body cannot — to be present in very different places and fields that others cannot enter or remain in.

Maybe I have intermediated self-healing — or at least learned it far better than years ago. By walking through bushes, by choosing the hard paths instead of the safe ones, by letting experience shape the work instead of theory.

And yet — for others — I could do it even now.

Do you have to be sick to come? No. There is a lot to do even in a very healthy-looking person.

Even if someone truly healthy arrives, then there may be more than healing: updating, reconnecting, and gently clearing false visions that quietly cover the eyes or shape the thoughts.

Or maybe you simply feel the call — the call of your own spirit, guiding you to a place where healing can happen when the spirit itself cannot do it alone.

In that moment, I am not the source. I become a tool of your own spirit, helping you help yourself.

The feeling itself is very real. So real, in fact, that something in me stops the explanation before it turns into theory. Not everything needs to be mapped. Some things are better felt than described.

So I keep this as an open letter. An invitation.

If you are in Lithuania and you feel the call — write. If you are further away, maybe another time. Or maybe now is exactly the right moment.

Soon I will begin to drive again. And once that happens, I won’t know where I am, or where I will be tomorrow. Roads blur places. Days become coordinates instead of addresses.

Which makes me think: perhaps the time is right precisely because of that.

Anyone can come. Just write the letter. Everything else, we will figure it out together.

From now on, we are only getting stronger.