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Monday, June 2, 2025
Galactic Guardians - A Transmission from beyond Time
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
Dreaming Future
"Dreaming Future"
Trees hold knowledge. I see them as gatekeepers, not in the sense of preventing us to go beyond, but the quiet gatekeeper that holds the door of choice open for us. They are dreamers of future, whispering frequencies of encouragement and inspiration and have no point of view about whether we are listening or not.
They grow quietly, create peacefully and fall with grace. They embody happiness. Far outside frantic insanity. Unhappiness is the glue that holds this reality together. How can we be happy in a world that is worshiping unhappiness?
We can take the gods of unhappiness off of our altars of limitation and choose happiness. We dare to laugh. We looks outside of Circus Maximus where gladiator fights are constantly instigated from the ancient, repetitive playbook of war that stimulates pain, fear and endless unhappiness. If we chose happiness and left Circus Maximus and gave up our eternal membership card to that arena of horror, we would recognize and see with our own being, that there is and has always been a reality outside of the circus.
How do we get out of Circus Maximus?
Well, we get up, abandon our seats, walk to the aisle and leave, even if no one is walking away with us. Even if everyone else says we cannot do it because we paid so much for our membership card. Even if they say we will die if we walk out. Even if they say they will not be with us any more, that there will be no support for us, that we will be alone.
And we simply wonder how much support there actually has ever been, how much this membership has actually cost us in the currency of life, future and happiness, how much we had been funding the gods of unhappiness, how much nature has suffered due to our addiction?
We keep walking. And right outside the gates of hell, we look at the blue sky, we listen to the sinfonie of nature, we notice there are still trees standing tall, and we place our palms gently on that trunk. And we listen.
Witnessing joy well up in our hearts, a joy so peaceful and so kind..... a sense of joy that is soothing the scars of our being. The war siren sounds of Circus Maximus dissipating as echoes of the past, we lean into the trunk, so strong and steadfast. All our senses find serenity.
All the PTSD, all the implants, all the loops of insanity, all the distractions, all the lies and secrets, all the agendas, all the false truths, the fake news, the false fake news, the real fake news, the fake fake false truths of and about news, and all the toxins that came with all this, all dissipating, all releasing and melting, all undone, all detoxed in the sunshine from our hearts.
We are the source.
We had been tapped by a tapeworm.
That tapeworm had told us that we must listen to it, feed it and be good servants.
All messages disguised and wrapped and hidden and encrypted.
All gone now.
We are awakened to our strength, to our being, to our light.
Yes, there is a different way of being on the earth. Yes, there is a reality that I have always known IS POSSIBLE, is so tangible, is here now for me to choose. I choose it. I stand with the trees.
What are you choosing?
It's my honor to be here with you,
Walking Tall with Trees
Friday, March 7, 2025
Earth Goddess - Singing the Song of Beauty and Peace
Times were dark.
Where to go? Where to look for guidance? All questions but echoes in the endlessness of a river in motion.
And so she wove her necklace of earth. Leaves telling tree stories, distant memories whispered in the wind, vines of delicate flowers greeting the rising sun with vanilla, bergamot and rose, small feathers capturing the song of distant birds so blue and shimmering in their tender, light dress. Earth Goddess. She knows. She recalls. Her heart's voice echoing in vast empty space. All one and never alone, her companion is trust in a future that lives in her heart.
Oh, if she could find a way to touch everyone's heart with gentleness and wisdom. Hearts engulfed in walls of protection, agenda and lies are untouchable. Who owns this heart?
Her voice seemingly lost in the noise and fanfares of an outside world filled with confusion, illusion and fight, she weaves nature into a garment so magical and light, filled with benevolence and peace. Never to stop the walk. Never to yield in her strength. In an onslaught of invisible attacks a warm candle in the infinite wealth of her being shines onto all timelines and times, all spaces and foundations.
Taking inventory.
Evaluating her own treaty.
Measuring her stamina and willingness to prevail.
Even if no one is listening.
Even if no one is truthing.
Even if nothing makes sense.
She is not going to surrender to the nothingness, not giving into the nameless synthetics of cold unmateriality.
Softly and gently leaning into the wind.
Fiercely claiming her being.
Sharpening her choices to arrows.
Converging opposites.
Yielding defense lines.
Embracing trust in an expansion of her heart.
So, this is what it is about?
The sovereign leading by choice? Alone? In the light of her being and body?
Motions in the inner world are unseen to the loud imagery of the artificial outside world where all the drama is set. These sublime choices are bold and brave and resonate in the flap of a butterfly wing. Weaving and breathing as worlds fall apart and crumble.
Make meaning. Create. Embrace the discomfort and confusion.
It comes with the fall of Rome and the rising of Consciousness.
She adds the golden shell reminiscent of water song and spring laughter. Yes, that sweetness of knowing that, somewhere in the weaving, there is the unfolding of a different tapestry. Love and kindness. Respect and nurturing. Benevolence and thriving. So lush, so infinite, so peaceful!
Ocean pearl garlands. Dew drop crystals.
What did I come here to create?
Exhale as the exquisite weaving unfolds. Breathing light.
Inhale and choose space of being that will, by intent, be the garden where birds and trees, butterflies and manatees and all creatures small and huge, also those forgotten behind walls of constructed history and tabus of ignorance and arrogance, will thrive.
It's your choice.
And so she weaves.
A web so strong and light that is carried by the pure heart.
Earth Goddess who sings the song of Beauty and Peace.
Monday, March 3, 2025
The Infinite Story
We sharpen our awareness of what EXACTLY is being said, the words used and their spelling.
We educate ourselves.
We lead by example, even if no one is following.
We never give up.
We always ask questions, from curiosity.
We navigate with kindness and awareness.
We are strong.
We become, each day, more of who we truly are.
We trust our inner guidance and our knowing.
We acknowledge that this, our knowing, brought us to this pivotal moment.
Even when faced with challenges, disbelief and doubt, we know that there are others who walk the walk with us.
When one door closes, another one will swing wide open.
We are willing to change, and we cultivate a flexible mind.
Thursday, February 13, 2025
About Color and Light
'Light Aura' by Bettina Madini
"In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light." - Hans Hofmann
I have, beginning with my first brushstroke, looked at ways to bring light into places and spaces with my paintings. How to evoke the sensation of light, glow and luminescence? Considering myself extremely lucky, I have encountered and studied with great masters of color in Europe and the United States of America.
Studying Kandinski's color theory of warm and cold colors and the sense of closeness or distance that they are evoking. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's explorations of colors in nature and how they are perceived by the human eye.
Being enchanted by the visual delights of color and its thousands of hues and tones in nature, I have been immersing myself into abstract florals, trees and creatures magical and well known from the forest lands around me.
The 'colorlessness' of black has entered my paintings only once, in my very first painting in 1998 which I painted in my then-home in Luxembourg. Looking back at it, it was a crossroads of choice where I managed to free my being from the blackness of a world of impossibility that had tried (in vain) to take me over.
Through art, I opened a gateway to being me. Not just for me, but for everyone who is willing to receive it, be it and choose to be who they truly are.
'Light Aura' is from the year 2000, and I brought it with me across the Atlantic, in a big crate. I hope you enjoy the radiant light that it emanates, with many layers of blue, purple, green and pure white.
Much gratitude,
Bettina
Wednesday, February 5, 2025
'Phoenix for a New World' by Bettina Madini
What if we were Stewards of the Earth?
And what would this mean?
Mankind has been trained into being the beneficiaries of the earth, of nature, on a one-way street of taking what nature provides.
If we were Stewards of the Earth, we would also be trustees. We would take care and make sure that nature thrives. We would harvest with care and benevolence. We would be grateful for nature. We would consider what our choices create for the future, for the next seven generations.
If and when we function from THAT space, what will be given to us in res-ponse, freely and joyfully, will be what we call miracles.
Prints of 'Phoenix for a New World' are available on canvas or paper at bettinamadini.art
Tuesday, February 4, 2025
It is that silence of nature that inspires me.
Breathe deeply. Go outside. And make space for your body and being. The earth will take you on a journey of color and sound. And isn't she so creative, our beautiful planet, with all kinds of creatures big and small, tall trees, tiny ferns and seeds deeply hidden in their cocoon?
Then, shift your vision. A fallen tree will turn into a host for life. A thick layer of ice on a lake will turn into a miracle of ingenious patterns and shades of greys, blues and purples. Dry flower stalks turn into space-holders for spring's renewed cycle.
Much gratitude,
Bettina
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Friday, December 13, 2024
A New Series of Paintings: 'Dreamers of the Earth'
With my shamanic teachers, I learned to be quiet. To ask quest-ions as the seeker. Be still. Lean into my knowing. Follow my body's guidance. Oh so sweet the swirling energies and the blankness as I approach the canvas. What colors? What's your energy, sacred furry dancer? What can I receive?
As autumn closes into first whiteness, I enter sacred space. Sacred tree-song space. Trees know the creatures of the forest. Frolic in their exhilarated hunt, their family strongholds, courtship, solidarity and fine line boundaries. Joy of the cycles. Waves of coming and going in the indefiniteness of living.
So, I lifted my paint soaked brushes and began. Surprised at the depth of my journey with Forest Devas, I layered the shades, shapes and hues. Have you ever looked into an animal's eye? A wild animal's eye? Space of being. Pure. Such freedom from judgment. Such presence. A direct invitation, so wide and open that the entire universe fits into their gaze. Strong.
As I breathe life into the unfolding, they breathe life into me. I'm moving with a very simple sense of celebration and honor. Crowning the clans of the forest lands with my gifts of flowers, pine cones, seeds and gold. The series is evolving. What will show up is beyond control.
Like the Forest.
Here is the challenge for you all: Don't forget these clans. Don't forget the forest. We still stand strong. And we need ALL of YOU to join us in our standing on the land. Be bold as a sparrow. Courageous as a wolf.
A World of Peace
Wednesday, October 30, 2024
The Water Song - Interpreted by Bettina Star Rose Madini
I came across 'The Water Song' by the Algonquin and created my interpretation of it. This song is my dedication of sacred music to the Great Lakes and all bodies of water on the Earth. I created the images of Lake Michigan and an entirely spring-fed lake in the Great Lakes region. A spring-fed lake. What does this mean? There is no river flowing into the lake, but water from the ground, at 6 locations in and around the lake is feeding into this body of water. It runs off into the Fox River, one of the few rivers on the earth flowing North.
Water is sacred. Water is knowing. Water is consciousness. We can be without food for some time, but not without water. Water is taken for granted. It is a gift. It is life-giving.
As you listen to The Water Song and watch the imagery, allow the sound, words, sparkles, glistening water crystals and vibrations enter your body and purify the waters in your body, as it also purifies the waters of the earth body, as it echoes and resonates into all there is and un-does the abuse and distortions of water element.
Water has memory, water receives, water conducts. As you watch and listen to the video bless the waters and send it your gratitude. You are powerful. You can change anything. And if we all join hands and beings in this, we change the future for the earth and for all of us. And as you bless the waters they bless you. As you bless the earth, the earth blesses you. As you bless your body your body blesses you.
Receive the light of the sun amplified by the waters. It is a dance. We purify distortions, disruptions, discordance and de-structuring.
The conductive quality of water has been abused to transfer discordant energies into the waterlines, rivers, lakes and underground, deep-earth water systems of the planet. We are changing this now.
Thank you very much for watching. Feel free to share. Our voices need to heard. Words carry energy. Human voice carries frequencies, tones and overtones.
I have studied voice and native american healing song. I hope the video is a contribution to you. Know that you are not alone. Receive what is there for you to receive.
Thank you to the Algonquin Nation for bringing forth the song.
For a complete history and other information regarding The Water Song, visit www.singthewatersong.com, and click the video to watch the original as sung by the Algonquin.
Sing the Water Song with us.
For more information about my artwork, visit BettinaMadini.com and BettinaMadini.art.
Walk in Beauty.
Friday, August 16, 2024
A Personal Experience - New Body Phenomena (that might be Widely Ignored)
I usually handle personal things without mention, and usually, I conclude that it’s only my ‘stuff’. Then, so very often, I find out later that I was not the only one, that my body is one of the early indicators, like a flashlight pointing me in unfamiliar directions. At times, acting like a canary in the coal mine.
Plus, these are unusual times that we are living in.
So, with my most recent experience, I’m choosing to put it out there and write this article, in the hope that it might be contributing to others on the fringe of the known reality that might find themselves in a similar situation.
And maybe, it’s more wide-spread than I can even imagine.
As an artist exhibiting in art fairs, I’m used to being out there in changing and at times extreme weather conditions. Cold, hot, windy, muggy, rainy etc. I’m prepared with wearing layers, rain gear, wind jackets, rain coats, having lots of water, ice, minerals, electrolytes, lemon, sunscreen, sun hat etc.
And, I’m usually ok, and my body recuperates within a day after the event.
This time, it was totally different.
This time, it almost knocked me out.
This July was really hot, and I had a booth location with afternoon sun, plus we were on asphalt. It was brutal. 95 degrees (Fahrenheit). By the end of the day, I was exhausted, crappy and my nervous system on hyper-alert. Couldn’t sleep well.
Next morning, I woke up with headache, slight fever and upset stomach. So, we decided to drive to the art fair location early and take down everything. By 9am, we pulled out and drove home.
I was sick for 10 days. Here are the symptoms that I experienced:
- constant dizziness (could barely walk straight)
- slight fever on and off
- no appetite
- blurry vision
- sleeping almost 24/7
- body aches
- upset stomach
- complete exhaustion
I thought I had heat exhaustion, but was surprised that it took my body so long to overcome it.
While I was vegetating on the couch, I kept hearing ‘radiation’ over and over, it played like a mantra in my mind. I had no experience with radiation exposure. A friend told me to do the following:
1 quart of distilled water, 1 table spoon of sea salt, 1 table spoon of Epsom salt, shake the mixture and divide it into 4 portions. Drink it every 2 hours.
That turned me around.
Know that you will have an intense bowel movement. But this is important for your body to release all the cells that had died off from the radiation.
I was still weak. Another friend who had been with the military and knew, from personal experience, very well what I described confirmed to me that I had experienced radiation exposure.
Now, where would this come from? I had lots of time to wonder about this.
Consider this:
A huge art fair with 80,000-100,000 visitors, all on cell phones
450 exhibitors all with cell phones
5-G towers
Earth magnetics changing
Sun radiation changing
and everything else that is sent into the ether, all the EMFs, towers, security equipment, radar etc.
These are all invisible. Everyone can say this is not true and that I makes this up. I know that my body is not lying though. Oxygen is invisible, and we use it to live. Gasoline smell is invisible, and it is toxic. Terpenoid off-gassing is invisible, and it kills our lungs.
Now, for everyone who tries to fact-check me: this is my personal experience that I’m sharing. You might as well stop your fact-checking, right in the tracks. I own my experience, they are my own personal facts.
Here is the list of things that helped me greatly:
- Water-salt-mix as described above (after the quantity mentioned above, wait and see how your body takes it; too much salt will be tough on your kidneys)
- Bio-plasma (these are cell salts): I took a lot of it, always listening to my body
- no sugars
- electrolytes
- lots of water (not too much, as it’s tough on your kidneys too)
- eat lightly
- Epsom salt bath
- water with lemon juice (and a little bit of honey, if you can do it)
- organic herbal teas for strengthening and liver/kidney/gallbladder support (peppermint, lemon balm, marshmallow root and nettle leaf) Get a wonderful tea from Red Sage Health at redsagehealth.com .
- Find a practitioner that will help your body balance the systems: Qest, acupuncture, homeopathy, naturopathic doctors, functional medicine, or any other practitioner who has a holistic approach and looks at your entire system, not just treating a symptom here and there (you get the gist).
- Ask your body tons of questions, such as ‘Body who can support us?’, ‘Which health practitioner do you want me to take you to?’, ‘Body, what do you require?’ and ‘Where is the information that we (meaning you and your body) require?’ You might be blown away about what your body can create. Our bodies are fantastic, wise and absolutely under-estimated.
Now, I make it very clear that I’m not a doctor, and you should for sure follow your physician’s advice, if you have a good physician. I’m simply sharing my experience and what worked for me and my body. We are a team. You and your body are a team. You have infinite possibilities and capabilities. Ask questions. What is this? Body, what do you know about this? Body, what will help you to get better?
I also found that my food choices totally changed during this time. Usually, I’m a salad queen. During these 10 days, I couldn’t touch a salad. I usually drink green tea, but during this time, just thinking of it was repulsing. I just did lemon water and herbal teas.
And, please, be patient with your body. The two of you can do this!
I thought for a moment that I would not make it. And, this might be part of the dynamic changes that we are currently going through while being IN a body. It is so easy to be impatient and cranky. And if you need to be cranky, well, do it with yourself, don’t let it out on others. Take your cranky-pants-time and let it out. Then, relax.
There is so much more going on right now than what meets the eye.
We are changing. Our bodies are changing. Our glands are changing, and so are our organs.
Our pineal gland is being reactivated. It’s in the center of our head. Could this be stimulated by radiation? Could this be a mix of events all coming together in one sacred moment in time/space and catapult us onto a different time line, with different physical settings?
If we leave the game board and we choose to step outside of the physics of the game board, could this change how we walk, could this make us dizzy, could this change our proprioception (how we place our body in space, how each part of our body relates to other parts and to the environment), could this make us feel sick, could this entice our body to do a sudden, major detox, absolutely unprepared? If you have ever done a detox and you have not taken the time to slowly prepare your body, you know how painful this can be.
When my body goes into what could be called a health crisis, I know that it is way more than that. I know it is growth time. I know by now that it is major change. It’s like standing in front of an open door into the galaxy. And you step through because you know you chose it even before incarnating this time around, it’s because you somehow know that this is what you need to do. Even if it seems crazy, you know you have to go. And you step through. And, for a moment........, you’re in free fall.
Like the caterpillar that, out of the blue, stops eating and builds the chrysalis around it, emerges into it, becomes soup, yes liquid stew, totally dissolves (how uncomfortable must this be?), and it knows it has to do this, somehow it knows that this is the path although it has no idea, no fricking idea, where this leads, and it decomposes entirely. It turns into a pretty bead and stays suspended, with intricate patterns of sacred beauty adorning its stillness. Then, one day, the chrysalis becomes transparent and starts showing the beauty inside of it, getting ready to emerge from the womb. With a sudden crack, the chrysalis breaks open, and another endeavor begins. The creature is wet and hanging upside down, and it is pumping and waiting and creating. What a vulnerable, exposed space! Any predator can snatch it. Yet, it patiently follows the rhythm of slowly, slowly opening its wings, pumping and unfolding. And so much can go wrong; don’t unfold the wings too fast, as they can tear, don’t wait too long as the moisture must not dry off so it can still unfold, and then, after hours, the beauty is ready to take flight. It has totally changed shape, become a different being. Totally different anatomy.
This is the magic we are going through right now. And we all knew it before we came in.
And we still always have choice. We can say ‘No, this is too much. I come back another time!’ and leave. Or we hang in there and breathe through it, patiently with stamina and courage and curiosity. Aren’t you at times curious as to what’s possible here? What can we create? What miracle are we witnessing as everything, really everything, is changing?
Including our bodies.
Put your hands on your heart and listen to your heart beat. Your heart is so wise. It knows, It is the first part of your body that develops. There is this heart. So unknown. So mysterious. It beats. With the galaxy, with the stars, with the earth, with the mystery of the universe. It guides us with unspoken whispers.
No matter how much has been manipulated here, no matter how many lies have been perpetrated upon us and piled up into this gigantic game board, no matter how challenging the truth is and will be, we have our hearts. Our hearts know. Not our heads. Our hearts know. Listen to your heart.
And trust that you are here because you chose it. Now, this is a miracle.
We are creating a new reality. This requires us and our bodies and our proprioception to change, to upgrade, our wings to open and our trust to strengthen.
You can do this. You are not alone. Your body knows.
You will make it through this. Don’t get distracted. Be still. And listen. Cry, if you need to. It’s good and might be required. We are leaving the old world. Say good-bye and turn towards the new.
Much love and gratitude,
Bettina






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