I AM HERE
you hear?!

The pain of the children, 
the women,

of the animals, 
the plants, 

of the good men, 
the pain of the ones trying, 

of the innocents, 
the wounded and the healing, 

of the Earth, the core of Mother Earth,
her magna and combustive love

that’s the thing.
When love needs to destroy, it can, and it does.
To ROAR and reset. We are with her in her despair and consequential disasters
To purify. 

But the dead will never be forgotten, 
and their pain will never be justified, 
nothing about this is okay, and as long as we continue our life bubbles as if it is, 
we will be asleep and our sight overdosed by white screens
in the raging storm of this century 
It’s not a natural disaster,
it is a human one, 
and every single one of us is accountable for every single one of our actions, or non-actions 
and if it helps to forgive ourselves for the actions of yesterday, do so, if it means we wake up better humans tomorrow and make some fucking real change happen!

because God will not judge us, 
but you and we all will judge ourselves, 
because imagine talking to ourselves in the afterlife, knowing then that we never did all we could to save us or the world or live our full purpose when we actually lived?
What a tragedy!
Living anything less than my full potential is a form of suffering, but definitely standing by silently while suffering is all around me, is the deepest form. Passivity makes me sick to the core of my belly.

 

I need my silence, and my sounds
I need my movingarounds, to sow my grounds
I crave the mountains, the rivers deep
I hear their whispers, in my sleep
The goddess-maiden ,
sends me through trees, her prayers
To rip off the conditioned layers,

I do my best with angels song,
to awaken and remind the fallen-asleep,
what home is,
and I navigate the in-betweens…

but not before long,
do I need my wild,
my animals,
my ocean,
to sweep me clean
I am not from here,
I am my own,
I am from all around

I was shown
How to tell you’re all more,
Than you know
You must breathe, all the way through
The nooks and crannies of your being,
You must wait, and first find your core
Not rush to the clock of the system

Your biorhythm, has a heart of its own,
and you will not find peace, unil you learn its language
and listen in

It’s about you, and it isn’t… it is about the good of all,
through you treating your vessel as the temple it is
your health, your breath, your soulspeak
IS your spiritual mission on Earth
your self respect is the world healing

These nights, a song creates itself within,
weaving fabrics of golden hemp, earth+ heavenly intertwined,
for a New Earth-me to rise, an ancient, yet a future memory,
This era we enter, a new path paved, is a whole new playing field,
I now receive permission, to step into my Allness
and no longer play by your old rules

The wild women are here,
we are royal yet feral,
we are modern yet mystics,
we are strong and madly soft,

we are the Healers

The amazon angels,

And we aren’t aftaid to roar,

For love,

For death,

And everything in between

We’re the awakened dream.

I dreamt last night very specifically songs that came to me, melodies and lyrics of new material I am meant to create. I forgot what it was now that I woke up, so this is me letting my unconscious know I am ready for daytime delivery… Come to me ❤

This clickclocking kitchen timer drawing me into a light little hypnosis

I am moving with feelings the past days that need to be heard,
I haven’t stayed still enough to pick em up,
and know what they are,
but I am now, my intention is to now listen, the next few days

The divine feminine is calling, hollowly, it’s a silent call, heard only by the quiet that is of a waking morning moment… before picking up a single thing, a phone, a to do,
— it is attentive ears tuned into my heart… and womb… and a silent throat only receptive to the Now. The Yin. The Be. The Feel. The Hear, the Still. Staying here long enough without seeking to fill the sacred void with noise —–

There’s a new level of expansion opening up to me where my dream life is feeling less and less of a dream and more and more of a reality, and this, my dream life becoming reality, itself feels like a dream, and scary but lovely as it means leaving heavy behind, that heavy stuff that used to mean safe, but actually was strangling

— and here I am, interweaving, tangling together words to create a new web of heart-message pattern of which I’m not sure who is the designer. Who is the architect and the builder and the investor? How to continue next? Being, being, being, bravery, stillness, more beingness, refining my output, how I actually yes invest my energy, how I build my seconds and hours day by day and how I design my soul to live as liberally and respectfully within this earthly plane and precious body, as I can…

If only I could remember that it is my greatness, not my weakness, I fear most
If I can know this in my bones and blood and psyche and heart now every day and pump pump pump that conditioning right back into the universal rubbish bin and I would see myself clear. I will see myself clear. I will be myself. I am. 

Universe, Isis, Mother, womb, bones, body, ancestors, Angels, guides of purity I am ready now to admit the blind spots keeping me from growth and allow myself to relearn lightness of being, ease, attraction, magnetism… To Flow In. 

 

feeling into the cracks

looking through em like glass

making a new rhythm

as I sing my hymn

doubts faded as I flow

to language of soul

I sweat and I release

what was neglected, set free

I looked for the words in my mind,

found nothingness

turns out they were only in my bones

so I move, shake, break em out

I quieten or I shout

to honour the fiery and the soft,

the hot and the mild

my priestess, lioness, woman and child

COME JOIN MY WILD

For years I couldn’t find my place with you,
But now this knowing that it’s time to return and build magic you and me – and all faeries in between – is stronger than any decision I’ve made in a long time
It’s been showing up in people and opportunities presenting themselves, my tribe this side of the globe extensively being there, and a deeply rooted sense of potential, excitement and tingles all over my body. I CAN’T WAIT TO BE HOME, 

Stockholm, I’m coming home!

To you D, I hope this post will inspire you to feel at home in the world and within yourself again. Love you.

Mold your own soles, deep n nourishing, rooting f*ing deep, because your heart is yours and you’ve gotta protect your own feet ~ the satisfaction they get from involving themselves in your journey is not worth you overshadowing your own inner voice

Don’t ask them the way towards a destination way off their map
You have the steps within
It is up to you to sense em, draw em out and accept that they wanna be found one at a time instead of all out, complete at once

If I can be even a tiny part or reason why humans are still are going on and trying rather than sinking or falling… Then This is my Raison D’être… Reason to live and to give. I know I’m here to support everyone who are ready for my assistance and so it’s my greatest joy and honour to be here for you. Not here for you in your place, but next to you, here for you when you call me or need guidance. And you’ve also guided me through your messages and all your undying support and unconditional love that is so rare for me to receive in this form you are giving to me. In its raw form. I love you. Remember this till the end of time. You are so loved. By me, by the trees and the moon and the stars. You are so loved, by the Earth, by the Sky up high and deep depths of Rivers down low. you are loved by your heart that keeps beating for you when you are in awe or when you are in despair. Still your lungs stretch and fall. Still your legs keep you walking and the ground kisses your feet as you do. Even if you don’t feel it. Mother Earth, father sky and all their workers, fairies, plants, waves are here for us, supports us, you are loved unconditionally even though many times… Not by humans, the lower vibrational energy they carry aren’t pure or whole enough to hold a magician like you. Don’t let the way other people behave define the way you treat yourself. Do act as your own sovereign lantern shining of your own accord, needing not other humans to flourish. You are not alone. The moon, the trees and the stars are all rooting from below and cheering from above for you. You’ve got this. One day, you’ll understand the big picture of why it all had to happen and you’ll simply want to go back to your younger self and pat yourself on the back. You’ll be in a beautiful place then and free of all of this. I believe in you. always.