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  • The mystery

    November 22nd, 2019

    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

    🖤

  • this sacred anger of mine

    November 18th, 2019

    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.

     

  • Basic fucking needs

    November 10th, 2019

    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.

  • Tired of being the strong one, let’s co exist

    November 4th, 2019

    Surrendering in my sister’s arms last night brought me real comfort to the depth of my being. I know I was made to be held, and to hold, the tribe of this Earth who are the humans I am most aligned with. I allow myself to receive, after everything I gave away, it is restoration time. Balancing out. With family. Collaborators. Sacred vessels of this life force that contain us. What can we do with that? Imagine, what can we actually do? There is so much we can do. We can sink deeper into this state of gratitude and presence and initiated heart led action and create our dream lives each day, and we are. We are. We are. It’s just hard sometimes. And we get to cry. We are allowed to break down to rebuild and let go to let in. We have to, need to, deserve to. Make room for your art. Make space for your heart. Your brain will be here for the remainder of your days, you don’t have to fight for it. It’s okay to silence it more. However do drop into the heart, listen to how SHE wants to lead. The feminine is rumbling and yearning to be heard and felt. In softness, in silence, in spirit but grounded in physical experience. In Sex, first and foremost with your(s)elf. In breath. In sensation. In devotion. My elven self knows. How does Gaia whisper her wisdoms into your field? You are connected but you are unique. No one can do exactly what it is you do. Listen to what Father Sky sings into your sleep. He has specific tasks that only you can carry out.
    You are here for something so specific to you. Something healing to all. By following your inherent biological rhythm, blueprint, hi vibratory path flow you are opening up more each day to more of that. Make sure to simplify. Strip down. Clean. Get clear.
    What are you here to do?
    Then go do that. One day, one project, one heart led moment at a time.

    It’s real. It’s happening. Create what you want.

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  • Initiation into Softness

    October 18th, 2019

    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

    October 10th, 2019

    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

    September 29th, 2019

    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. 

     

  • 235

    September 5th, 2019

    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

  • Stockholm, I’m coming home

    July 14th, 2019

    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!

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