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.

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…

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 ⚔️

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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

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

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

 

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

!

 

 

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.

The mystery

Swayin us back and forth

Up and down

In and out

Only to teach us self determination,

Trust,

And core connection through all these storms

Without knowing all you are not,

How do you know who you truly are?

Discernment, my love

Patience, little life

You got this

🖤