Initiation into Softness

This initiation feels different
It feels like we’re already at peace
It feels like a sweet soulful homecoming,
unlike previous vast transformations…

It is in fact feeling more like self-beingness than ever before…
This deliverance into softness of being
Is already here for me
I’m already here for it
But I needed to show up for it.

It’s about showin up each and every single new day to this new energy that is my higher self embodied as woman Blanca Isabelle Linder in this day and age,
I have never been before this way, but I have been many a way before and the core soul has been the same.  I have remembered shreds and waves of information the past years but now it’s more of a reinvention and actual becoming process now that I know the jist of it. And it’s such an exiting process. All I have to do now is be patient whilst I continuously create. That’s it. Patience, continuity, creation.


dreaming of a song

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 ❤

Dishevelment, Soul Retrieval, Reintegration

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. 

UniverseIsis, 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


Stockholm, I’m coming home

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 D.

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. 

“you’re a muse in your own right”, he wrote, in effortless sweetness only truth can hold

I know how to be alone. It’s not always my desire or first choice. But I know it so well… because I don’t sacrifice self authenticity + staying true, to fit in or be a part of the masses. For better and for worse this has made me a strong but sometimes solitary woman… Which means very few people know my innermost being and who I actually am when unleashed in light, when I dare, in that quiet but earth quaking, air vibrating, water rippling and fire flaming way I have – when I am me as I was created and meant. 
He touched me and breathed me in, in a way last night that no man has touched me in this way, as delicately and as and simply sacredly, before. And he did it without his body being near mine. Thousands of miles apart and via this medium we now call the internet he wrote me in the early hours of the new day telling it as he sees it, seeing me as I am today, always was and will be. “You’re a muse in your own right”, he wrote, in the effortless sweetness that only truth can hold, “From what I know you are truly you. Only in a thousand true moons we meet someone with a pure soul. You are one”. Earlier the day before I’d shared an old poem I wrote about following one’s flow and not seeking validation… Ironically, this may have been my subconscious’ way of chanting for just that – being seen. Because the words he spoke to me 12 hours ago seemed to fill a chamber deep inside me that has long desired being found, seen, heard. His way of words, as I go through our past messages…. “Good evening Miss Linder”, remind me of his eyes, that mischief he uses to try hide the deep wisdom of his spirit, so calming, familiar to me yet… There is pain in him. I want to kiss his dark corners into light. Not to leave his dark behind, just to love it, accept it, be at peace with it. He needs to know how beautiful he is. The divine masculine in its raw balanced strength. 
He reminds me of a valuable lesson. To not let just anyone in is a pillar of strength I can hold on to because the great reward of knowing myself and being recognized as who I truly am, by a select few only, is the most important gift I experience… In connections, in friendships, in sacred sisterhood or sacred love and sex, in soulful partnerships of all kinds, quality over quantity will always be my motto. When you KNOW yourself… FULLY… You can never in good conscience sell yourself short or overshare yourself again.

I feel alike myself today. And this… This is a feeling that I commit to sustaining for a lifetime of truth telling, art creating, light spreading, and love making in all ways in may be. 

14 May 2019 — to be continued