Do you believe in the power of your own word?

Outside we are surrounded by wild human egos, their predatory desires and envy. As good as they look and as much as they love us, one side of them and the other side of them reveal their glowing red eyes, their sharp slobbering teeth under the tree canopy created by the light of the full moon. They are dream eaters.

They are so ferocious that with a single tooth they can shatter your carefully constructed glass dream bubble. 

Inside every human being, there is this savage creature. A creature with eyes that can't see in the light, a creature tamed by hunger. An underground demon. 

When the clouds obscure the sun or the moon, they appear.

Is she beautiful? Let me have it!

Why don't I have it? 

Why am I not so comfortable?

What about me?

What about me?

If I kill them, will I have a chance?

And we hide our dreams and fantasies from this monster we know deep inside. Everything that shines, we keep under a rug, in a chest. Keep it out of sight. 

We think this is protection. 

We beg for mercy, "Don't give me the evil eye!"

Please don't covet my dream. 

Because that dream was built with my "weak faith". 

I have such a weak faith that even I cannot believe that with the slightest breeze, it can crumble in your burning red eyes. 

And I can only beg for protection. 

But to be protected, you need to strengthen your faith.

Those who have already spent their lives hiding at every point, avoiding their features, ashamed to shine, have now deemed themselves unworthy to live. 

The feelings of "helplessness, powerlessness" that they had strengthened and believed in by hiding have overtaken them. 

We all no longer believe in the power of our own dreams, our own spells. We believe, we make ourselves believe, that they can collapse at any moment. 

This belief, this belief is the belief of those subterranean demons, the words of those red eyes.

As long as you believe in yourself, in the power of your own word, the magic of others cannot even come close to you. Not because you are more powerful, but because you only listen to your own magic. 

This world is a world of sorcerers. And every wizard has a demon. 

Wizards who have trained their demons, or not. Wizards enslaved to their demons, or wizards who forgot they were wizards. Wizards who have swallowed their wizards whole, or wizards who have made their demon a little "me" in their hands.

And you, wizard, what kind of world have you created for yourself, where is your own demon?

On whom and on which emotions does the envy dripping from the teeth of your demon drip?

The evil eye;

It is a sorcerer's dispersal of his own power, first to his own demon and then to others through fear and anxiety, not respecting his own sorcery. 

The evil eye is what your inner demon tells you first; "you are not you" "you do not deserve" "it is scary out there, hide" "you are weak". 

That eye is the red eye of your demon. 

You first, take your wand and come out, wizard of life. Raise your head and summon your demon.

Draw him away from other gardens, from other dreams. 

You speak first, this creation is yours, this world is your incantation. 

You speak!

The word is yours and so is the dream. 

As long as you stand at the head of your own dream, you don't need to protect, hide, shrink. 

Because you are the magician, the creator of everything.