A vision from a photo of Witek, a street musician who died suddenly.
A sudden, sharp pain in the back of his head. And suddenly, he appeared in a gray place full of his figure. He passed away in some kind of madness, because it's unnatural that when he died, he saw himself everywhere. And after death, his soul retained the shape of his body and ran rapidly through the streets as if in some kind of panic. Only after some time did he calm down and stand at a bus stop where people were standing, very early in the morning. He tried to speak to the people, but they couldn't hear him. And he longed to drink milk, he had this thought of drinking milk. He didn't leave, he was in love with who he was, he loved people, and he remained here at some train station, among people. As if he hadn't accepted that he was gone, and he remained here. He's waiting for people to finally notice him. He might leave someday, but for now, he wants to be with people.
A vision from a photo of the late Michael Jackson.
Jackowski associates a beautiful natural landscape with mountains, hills, water, green forests, and a pleasant, light breeze. The entire landscape is slightly bluish, but there are other colors as well. In this landscape, he is not alone, because he is constantly reliving his life as it was. His spirit is filled in a very specific way. He experiences his concert from different perspectives, for example, from the perspective of one viewer, if not this one, then another. He's able to capture every experience you had at his concert. Here, from the perspective of linear time, our childhood is very fragmented and distant, while there, I can selectively relive every event over and over again. You can return to your life and relive it. Why? Because only moments are beautiful in life, and those moments are worth living for. Imagine that you can relive the pleasant moments you've experienced endlessly, and each time it will seem like you're experiencing them for the first time. Based on the experiences that happened here, you can create a continuation of those experiences there. Souls from their worlds return to Earth only to gain new experiences and take them all with them to their own. Here is a factory, there is home. Sometimes we choose disastrous lives to atone for our sins. Some come to this world for suffering and humiliation, others for beautiful experiences because they can afford them. It's enough not to do anything bad to another person; that's the most important thing here. That world is imagination.
A vision from a photo of Ozzy Osbourne.
He's in this strange land where his songs create landscapes, and yet he's also just one of the audience members at his concert. He always has a smooth, slightly elongated stone with him. He wants to be filled with everything he's created, because when he passes away, he won't be the same person he was here on Earth. He leaves this expression of his here because it's for this world, and he's saying goodbye to it. It's funny to observe it all from the perspective of a viewer, not being on stage. Only when he goes home does he feel sad; he can't be there. He talks about his greatest friend, Martin, and about a little girl from his childhood who died.
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Vision from a Robin Williams photo.
When he was a little boy, he liked to hold something round and sticky, and his hands always got sticky. He found himself in a black and white negative world. There are many animals there, mainly dogs, who are sad, rejected, and useless. He says that his vibrations let him into that world, and only there could he enter. At first, he was lost and thought he was in hell, which is a state of mind. To escape from there, you have to love someone from among the rejected. It took him a short time to understand this. This world of the rejected intertwined with this earthly world, but he had no control over either. Then he stood amazed as people laid flowers at his house. And then he wondered why he hadn't seen what he had accomplished in his lifetime. Those flowers and cards quickly restored his self-confidence. Since childhood, he had experienced sudden bursts of sadness that would make him cry for no reason. In the other world, he befriended a dog with a long muzzle. That dog was also rejected, and he left that world with that dog. You enter a world based on your vibrations; he entered a hopeless world because he had hopeless thoughts. The immaterial world is beautiful because we paint it ourselves, while the material world is limited.
