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  • Telepathic Souls

    November 24th, 2022

    For the deeply intuitive, telepathic soul, opening our mouths to speak (if not to howl, sing, have magical conversation, finish one another’s sentences or read poetry,) strains us because we have to use our precious voices in a language that isn’t inherently divine, or our own. Society has grown speech that is made for minds and not for hearts, one that doesn’t require hands close to another’s to get the message across…

    Having to step down to others’ communicational level eventually or immediately leaves us feeling cold and depleted unless we are met by those who deeply understand us and have similar needs. For the telepathic soul, reading someone else’s thoughts or emotional state isn’t something fantastic that happens once in a while, it’s a perpetual occurrence, but can also leave us feeling like we couldn’t be met as deeply by another as we are able to meet them. We need to dismantle this belief of alienation – we are many who have these extra sensory abilities… and instead instill the inner knowing that yes, for the right ones we will be understood in return, at this core level. Otherwise you may find yourself meeting those people without believing they are actually real, so you don’t dare open your heart long enough to find out… and wouldn’t that be such a sad position to find yourself in. Have courage dear ones on the edge of the dimensions, in the midst of the cosmic heart, you are destined and so are the people meant for you.

  • Summer musings in my home tongue

    July 1st, 2022

    Gotland. Ditt söta gröna, gräs skog och blomster, luktar fantastiskt. Mittemellan himlen och havet, träden och blomsterängarna har du skapat ett safe haven för oss alla att återvända till sommar och sommar igen. Känns på något vis alltid som att landa i en portal mellan verkligheter, fast ändå helt och hållet sin egna värld i sig. Jag kan höra dåtiden här (, jag kan höra kvinnorna, häxorna, naturmästarinnorna…). Jag kan känna sfären bortom allt, bortom tid och rum. Tack för dina gåvor, ditt överflöd av frid, din skola i enkelhet. Jag lär mig mer om mig via dig, var gång… Din ljumma, ljuva strandbris får åh så gärna kyssa mig till sängs varenda eviga kväll… Jag önskar att du alltid förblir såhär.

  • Unbecoming

    June 28th, 2022

    If everything / most things feel superfluous atm, that’s alright. Your invitation to officially drop it all – drop the act you’ve been holding up – drop the old, drop who you even thought you were yesterday, befriend the potential of nothingness and stay there patient long enough to actually see what wants to rise out of the sacred dark – is here. Dare stay quiet. Dare stay alone, for this little while… if need be. There is something more for you here. There is something truer beyond the veil. You just have to dare stay open hearted in the unknown long enough to endure of this rite of passage…

  • 26 months later…

    June 26th, 2022

    I miss writing… blog posts are little sermons from my heart, little sacred hymns in a way a facebook or instagram post will never be. It honours my own process deeper, like a letter to self, before it is even shared with any of you all, and in a way, has already had its therapeutic effects on me before reaching You here. Anyone moved, touched, by my words here is a beautiful addition to the medicine it already has been for me personally.

    This is why I miss blogging…

    It is mine before it is anyone elses.

    And in a world and industry where my social medias have become my public offices, my businesses, catered to my audience, this is a much needed break and beautiful sanctuary for my heart and soul… I realize now how much I have missed it.

    How much I have needed it.

    How many mistakes (although divine and needed for my deeper growth until now…) could have been avoided through my deepened and committed writing process?

    I have missed the slowness.

    This different SPACE. This different speed. This different platform entirely. And I DO believe it is time to get back to it – and reclaim all that is Mine yet again… From this much truer timeline.

    I am not afraid of what my words can create anymore.
    All sacred gifts require great responsibility… Apparently some of us with a certain mission have to learn this the harder way. The way eventually leading to embodiment.

    The power of my voice and throat became so big after 2018, 2019 that I was literally afraid of speaking things into existence that I didn’t want.

    I now breathe into the center of my being knowing I am ready to Reclaim this holy ground within, and outwardly reflected into this digital sphere.

    So. This is For Me. My frequency comes first in this space. I pledge that to myself, that shall not change, even if the audience grows to a hundred thousand here. Energetic Sovereignty ⚔️

    🌹 💎 ✨

  • Flowing with the moon, rising with the sun

    April 5th, 2020

    This cosmic magic coursing through my earth bound roots is a new wave calling me deeper and deeper now, the pulse of my blood birthing brand new worlds as I hold my self, resting my hands on my womb, a sacred pain, feeding creative and dream-weaving states out of pure soul consciousness – we are birthing the new world now. Let it arrive. Let it come. Open.

  • Disappear into creation

    March 20th, 2020

    Disappear into creation

    Streaking your skin pouring within

    Flow into being watch heavy leaving

    Plant feet kissed by soil, crack open, freed by wind

    Air borne light enters, iridescent orbs stream in

    And you crystallise in your truths interweaving

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    Amazing art by my sacred soul sister Matilde Tarnow @m.tarnow

     

  • L I B E R A T E

    January 13th, 2020

    Cellular alchemy, purified, inside out

    let breathe, let free, let be,

    you, us, me,

    mind meets eye

    heart meets feet,

    we are here

    to defeat

    paradigms, still churning our soul,

    we warrior on

    like never before.

    we rage in love,

    forge,

    a mad soft force

    the feminine is here,
    the masculine supporting,
    the balance is happening,

    arroooo!

    we may have been preparing for aeons,

    and no doubt are we READY.

    but never could we imagine

    it may go

    just as wild and true

    as this

    !

     

     

  • The hopes I had for my life whilst making this film is now becoming reality…

    December 16th, 2019

    vimeo.com/zouldust/healingcreativity


  • My Inner Amazon feelz

    December 15th, 2019

    I’m an Amazon woman

    It took me a while to sense that that’s what it was, but I know now, and I know it because my bones tell me so. I don’t know it by logic. My body tells me she feels too big for the car seats, flight seats, apartments, and most rooms and spaces I walk into are contracted into a tiny city human sized situation. I crave SPACE. I crave BIG wide open spaces. I crave WILDNESS. I crave putting on my thigh high badazz warrior boots, warpaint, bow and arrow and hopping on my horse for the millionth time, my body knows that movement better than walking. I CRAVE spreading my WINGS! I crave letting my throat speak fully truly and honestly, the truth and nothing but the truth.

    These are my needs. For those who won’t let me pass I say: don’t even try it, Get out of my way. I am here to save the world and I ain’t got no mo fkn time to waste. I will not be silenced, overseen or oppressed any longer. Now let me do my magic.

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