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    September 26th, 2016

    It’s early.

    Monday sunrise train from the city out to where I live nowadays.

    I have recently started to do readings with symbols, numbers and letters for people. As of a month ago my intuitive abilities seem to have exponentially grown. What makes me even more happy about my matured abilities is that it really seems to support and guide people with hints and karmic patterns from their lives as well as just momentary, daily thoughts and emotions that seem to weigh on our shoulders.

    I have walked a significant path to get to where I am today. As a child I had clear knowing of soul truths and most times, felt unable to discuss these with other children, or adults, as I felt they wouldn’t understand. Simply because the intuitions that arrived weren’t part of most holy scriptures written by human words, bound to no specific religion or culture. They are truths involving all people. I’ve long understood truth cannot be told, it can only be known through your intuitive heart and the trees whispers an early morning in the woods. It can be seen in patterns on a leaf, in the way the morning cuppa speaks to your sleepy self. Either way, all of these points have made me breaking out into my potential even more beautiful. In a certain way and light, I have been waiting all my life to be ready to share myself with this world and life and here I am on some kinda threshold of purpose merging with reality.

    I am in love and in awe. I’m grateful inside out. I cannot wait to see what happens next.

    B

  • Zouldust – The Personal Story

    August 31st, 2016

    Zouldust is for this movement.
    The letter Z, in numerology connected to the letter 8, inescapable because it is you and me, it us the sum of all letters united. It is full circle: a concept which I have recently used to grow this platform further in the future. Stay tuned.

    Z is also infinity. The number eight and letter Z stand for an irrevocable process in which we are all involved. It stands for constant change. In my own interpretation; they are the bearers of truth, healing, and eventually so rebirth.

    As a child I opened my eyes to the world awaiting some kind of universal waking up. I was immediately shocked at the ways adults seemed to walk around only half alive, denying their paths and purity.
    Denying their right to a natural and fulfilling way of living.

    At the same time, I didn’t seem to be able to connect to children my age. This meant that mostly, I found my solace in the company of elders or animals. The wise and quiet.
    And so in my younger years arose within me a faith and feeling of purpose that didn’t belong to any system, to any religion or conformed lifestyle produced by human society. It was of one truth; which can in fact never be spoken. You can speak of truth, but not truth itself. It was one of wholeness, love and of light. And the actualisation of this truth circle entailed a revolution of human consciousness.

    Coming into the teenage years was a haze, a happy time where my heart and mind were finally in a more grounded, focused state dedicated to school, friends, sports and family. I had since the age of 10 found the love for the wild and beautiful horses, and this is a love that lasted. My spiritual refuge back then was found in books, music, nature & animals, and at times in interactions with my closest people. I didn’t much think of it then, and the profound intellectual, personal depth of my earlier years was at this point resting in the background of carefree curiosity.
    I was properly free and physically strong for the first time in my then very young life. It all seemed back at that point, that this was exactly how great and free I was supposed to feel in, and about, myself.

    My later teenage years, entering my 20s, until now – being 22 1/2 years of age writing these words – have been a carousel. They’ve meant a journey of going back to truth and reconnecting with my spirit’s purpose and understanding. In a simpler version, it’s been about grindin’ and getting real with myself here on Earth. It included remembering and recollecting memories from childhood experiences. Yet also being able to stay at the same workplace for a year exactly to the date, a job which I only did for the money. It wasn’t any less important because of it; a lesson purely, just as everything previous and after.

    These past years have also been travels, getting lost, getting found, then lost again, writing about it, not writing about it, trying to make decisions, deciding to go on a 5 week yoga teacher training adventure in the jungles of Bali, learning how to be strong through (not despite!) my hightened sensitive side, and meeting a hell of a lot of magic people on the road.

    All through my tween years until now my arts have followed me dearly. The mediums in which I outlet myself have varied in form and identity but my core expression has remained the same. Writing, photography, film and yoga have after a few years of exploring to this day, become my main tools of sacred art.

    It is now, with a world of passion and an ocean of ideas that Zouldust is ready to take form. It is a space that I dedicate to the oneness, healing, purpose and art of my life as well as the journey of every other being I, in one way or another, meet.

    Let the circle, the wave, the journey begin.

  • Summer Gotland

    July 26th, 2016

    Sweet smelling trees, sunlight passing through
    ever present ocean breezes,
    bikes, tent
    you and me
    on the road
    after dawn cooking porridge in the grass,
    sleepily, thankfully with instant coffee
    before dusk letting her majesty the ocean cleanse us
    as day fades
    bodies exhausted, minds still,
    clear eyes, full hearts
    asleep, intertwined in the woods
    breathing
    &
    moving
    &
    reading books
    &
    being so in love.

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  • Burning down the house

    June 9th, 2016

    The way out of your issues, is giving
    Giving
    In the direction of what you believe
    Focused, unyielding

    Giving
    To the betterment of all
    So as to manifest wholeness;
    What goes around comes around
    So now is the time to give
    To let go of doubt!
    – And you shall receive.

    Imbalance in your outward person;
    – communication, true confidence, caring openly for others –
    and you inner world;
    – emotional, spiritual, mental, self knowledge and self LOVE
    Is about to get real with you.
    Actually it already is, has been,
    It’s getting real with you for a while now

    Time for TRUTH to unleash itself upon everything false
    Upon the illusions you’ve clung to
    Time for shit to get down, haha, now what I’m sayin?

    Now give
    Gather yourself,
    Give out,
    For your dream to become reality
    You were born for this
    Let it happen.

    Musical inspiration: Let it happen by Tame Impala
    Text inspired by Kaypacha Lescher’s

    Finishing up with a quote from CoreLight

    “When… the joy of compassionate service is married to a practical and pragmatic drive to transform all existing economic, social and political institutions, a radical and potentially all-transforming holy force is born. This radical holy force I call Sacred Activism…. My deepest prayer for the vision of Sacred Activism is that it will inspire you to harness the energies of love, both in yourself and with others, and to discover, with wonder and hope, the joy and power of …that fiery passion of compassion that, when allied with grounded wise action, will help us change everything.”—Andrew Harvey, The Hope

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  • In the midst

    June 4th, 2016

    To be present in the midst of change…

    Remain in my heart
    Dare feel it’s uneasy restlessness
    Stay in it
    Not absorb another
    Or give myself away

    Leave questioning thoughts
    Simply let myself be, as I would was I calm itself

    Plant my feet deep
    Proudly, vigorously, naturally,
    Owning my body
    Radiating remarkable spirit
    Channeling through love
    (and love only)
    Claiming my right

    Inward
    Before
    Outward

    Breaths, (deep!)
    Before
    Talk

    Space
    Before
    Focus

    Checking in
    Before
    Checking out

  • In the middle of the rising, raging storm is where I sway

    June 1st, 2016

    In the middle of the rising, raging storm I am the calmest of all –
    I sway here no longer waiting
    I rest here never hesitating
    I am exactly where I need be

    Because I have survived blackness and rosen from the ashes before
    And each time anew
    There is more beauty
    ; My experience richer to feel it

    I am reborn again into my soul’s nest
    Before falling into breaths
    To grace consciousness
    And with all my heart
    Quietly
    Patiently
    Smile.

  • Welcome to our city bungalow

    May 29th, 2016

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  • Heartbreak flashback

    May 29th, 2016

    What followed the end of him and me wasn’t quite what I thought…

    I didn’t slam my fists against the ground

    Didn’t put up a raging fight

    There was a deep inner process of realising it wasn’t about him anymore

    It was about me

    Owning the experience

    Owning the glorious experience of rediscovering myself after seemingly having lost myself;

    Letting back in, the energy previously invested in another person’s heart

    Rebirth

    Renewal

    Complete emptiness

    Having let go of all expectations

    Not clinging on any further

    As to feel completely fulfilled

    The simple image of a father holding his baby girls’ hand would enclose my heart in loving gratitude so real and pure; last felt in my childhood…

    To break up with people, places or ideas can brilliantly dignify you

    You prove your strength, core and purity

    You learn the beauty or terror of you; weakness and chaos

    You realise all you can truly trust is your own heart

    So my love… I hope you know it.

    In a room full of people, a teacher once asked us ironically:

    “I mean, who ever loved having their heart broken?”. Me and one other guy put up our hands.

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  • Spring 2015

    May 28th, 2016

    My heart aches as it tries to wrap itself around it all; all the moments of magic shared with beautiful strangers never met again, how it felt right then beating, how it intensified with a glorious sip of coffee and skipped a beat sensing a soul sister smile, riding tightly knit, rebelliously together on a bike across the rice fields and glimpses of a boundless blue Indian Ocean calling us home.Because what do you do with moments so deeply engraved in your soul, so infinitely containing everything that you came here to witness and create? It’s almost too much. It’s almost too much to handle. Too much for this little heart of mine to carry. And somewhere, it breaks. It breaks in tiny cracks all around it, gradually, perpetually, when it is time again. Months later. But you know, as our dear friend Leonard Cohen also witnessed, to break and to be broken is to let the light in. Let the light in as you hold tight the darkness still, thanking it for what it taught you.

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