2012 December — The Female Grail with Durga Holzhauser
December, 2012

2013 IS THE YEAR OF PROMISE


The Tao of Losing
I will lose it all.
My courage.
My control.
My temper.
My weight.
My money.
My morals.

I will be free. And
will be good.
I will be looked after.
Yes, yes, yes.

My blessings are out: May 2013 be your best ever. Positive change will bring new visions.
I will meet you there.

Wild love


Read More · December 30, 2012 · · most popular, visions & prayers

RE-DREAMING CHRISTLOVE

iced hearts 
sweet chestnut hearts with chocolate glaze.
both melt.

broken hearts
united hearts 

so much
almost everything 

tribe of sacred hearts
golden web of all

cosmic héroïnes & heroes 
brave hearts
funky hearts

trademarks of wildness
activists of passion

a red christmas tree ball glittered gold
a kiss blown

antidote for hate
forever

the heartbeats stand still 
and marvel

my christmas wishes are for you. 

remember 
all woven in one love. 


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Read More · December 23, 2012 · · most popular, offerings, visions & prayers

DECEMBER 21 RESCUE KIT.
THE MOVEMENT. JUST IN CASE

The Mayans said:
There will be no December 22.

Unless my clairvoyance cheats or fails me these days, naysaysers will win the race. If Emmerich’s film 2012 is not just Hollywood’s Armageddon style we definitely need a Plan B.

But just in case the apocalypse is impending, let us benefit from the last days of humanity as we know it and do what we never before dared to do.

Are you ready for the end of this world?
I am not.

Imagine. What will you do when tomorrow is not an option? If we do not have to consider with flabbergasted terror the prospect of future remorse, we can do anything. Guilt becomes obsolete because the future is unavailable.

My advice: go crazy. Unleash your limits and write down what you would never dare to do. Take the best and embrace the feeling. Sometimes the worst will bring out the best in us.

I asked myself what I would do on December 20th, just in case I never have the chance again. Here are my choices.

: Meet the last days of this world in my pajamas.

: Pray that all spuriousness and disingenuity should die.

: Call all my friends to tell them how much I love them, forgetting about small and big squabbles. We will meet again in heaven, on other planets, in the newest bars on Alpha 33, a star, an apple cloud. We swear to one another that this is not the end. Know that we will be back.

: Kiss my love and know we will always meet again. Jesus times are all times.

: Suffer all day. Embrace the luxury of poisoning my existence with bad habits that usually have no muse to support them amid all my productive idea-spotting and fiery inspirations for life. Finally hang out with no hope for future moods. Wash away all my “save this world” crap with Champagne. Finally there will be no Golden Age to build on anymore. It will perish anyway. So, good. Feel bad without excuses.

: Doff the future. Attempting to control it is too exhausting anyway. Buddha happiness for the ultimate sale.

: For half an hour play the cashier lady at the supermarket saying: “It’s all free today: a gift from our company: we want you to be happy.”

: Loosely hang out in Goldberg Variations by Glenn Gould . Too good memoirs with my solitude. Maybe memories will survive.

: Buy up all remaining stocks of Champagne. Call UPS and send it worldwide to people disadvantaged by life. Before everything breaks down we will meet on Skype and toast a better day and kiss the exploitive assholes goodbye. No worries about the costs. No future means no maxed out credit cards. Fuck my bank account.

: Order 7 billion wings of hope. May every soul fly directly to heaven.

: Modify my body with tattoos. Just in case the world does still stand on December 22, I will take precautions and get them from http://www.tink-it.com. In an impermanent world, there is no need for anything permanent.

: Celebrate my bad taste.
Fish and chips in London, a feast of saturated fats, carbohydrates, calories. Maybe the English have a stylish way to break down our last will.

: I will fall away from faith and make a personal Gangnam video for my obituary. I’ll listen to Justin Bieber and post it. May the after-comers wonder about my sabotaged culture.
Ruined, lost, broken.

: Plan my trip for the next life. The other day a quote inspired me:

“Imagine this: A group of African children, in from the unlimited horizon and the green steppe. One says: ‘The children of America are forced to spend 8 hours sitting in classrooms, then they are drugged when they move too much to make too much noise, and their primary source of entertainment is the television.’
The other one answers: ‘That’s horrible! We should take up donations.’”

I plan to incarnate with the mind of an earthy child and jam to the rhythm of a new earth.

: Be restlessly kind.

: Spring for debauchery without end. When I meet God and he says, “We have to talk about your dossier,” I will say, “Shit happens. May I have another chance, Boss?”

: Host a Harry Potter extended-version last supper with my friend and pretend we have the Imperio spell to save the world with our awakened magic.

: Ask you to write your ideas in the Facebook box below. We will collect your ideas and there will be an afterparty in heaven with the best ideas. So go! What is your last will and idea? Write it out now.

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In the end I hold with my Astrologer Silke Schäfer. She is always so positive. I stick with that.

“From December 13 on, Uranus is in the sign of Aries rounding forwards. The planet of future and Intuition, Uranus was running a backwards loop for five months. Now it goes forwards. New perspectives can show up. Velocity rises. Creative energy is in the air. And all this in combination with the Sagittarius – a new moon around 09h41 MEZ. (All in all, a new beginning.) Go for it!”

Inventing the power of the end.
Everythingism of the nows unleashes the tensions.
When the world stands still the limits of our mind brake,
facing the last liberated freedom.

Live each day as if it will be the last.
In so doing,
increase aliveness.

I love you.


Read More · December 17, 2012 · · most popular

WHEN & IF YOU CAN’T IMAGINE IT, YOU CAN’T MAKE IT HAPPEN.

How I broke the spell
to make the unimaginable
come true.

Two things you must know about me.

: first: I work in collaboration with my spiritual world. My best peers reside there. Together we’ve launched important projects with great appeal in my spiritual, biz and daily life (the three of which do not differ in my world. All three are facets and layers of my soul.) It started in school when I only prepared one divinely-inspired theme and it worked very effectively. My spiritual collaborations later fueled my creative approach in graphic design studies and art directing, and ultimately supported my career as a spiritual teacher and founder of an ashram and thefemalegrail.com. In all of these endeavors I was assisted by my spiritual guides from some life beyond this one. Some of my spiritual peers are and were incarnated and walk now through other dimensions. My bossy dream team consists of 4 Avatars. Thank you, my hot gurus.

But my empire also has many more co-workers: Angels, Devas, masters, soul guides. Mother earth. You see, I don’t have religion. But I am deeply religious in my belief that God is not one: S/he is many. In any case, my spiritual colleagues have my back. And they do their work so well.

: second:
I love desires that come true. I love life, may she never end. I love to see cool things happen. I am obsessed with time trends that create possibilities. My passion burns with good feelings. (My personal desire teacher Danielle LaPorte just launched thedesiremap.com. Do not miss this.) All in all: I like being and following cool women in the 21st century. And not to forget: I like things to be wild.

So these are two things you need to know to understand how my story can inspire you to make your own desires come true.

We all crave knowing how to make our deepest dreams happen.

Here is the story of how I lifted the spell/curse.


New York:
The morning before the second day of RHHLive, I wake up with a thought direct from heaven. The voice of my Baba says: “It’s about imagination. If you can’t imagine it people cannot enter your dream. The other person cannot find the allurement.” (From this message, my future project was born: The Law of Allurement)

“This is so true,” I mumble, appalled by my tricky subconsciousness. “I cannot imagine being friends, contemporaries, and part of the cool gang of stars I admire.”

My subconsciousness profoundly believes this to be true. This will never happen to me, it insists. I simply can’t imagine this coming true for me.

A short while later, armed with my Moleskine I appeared for breakfast, dressed in resoluteness. During a coffee (I must admit I love coffee; all-wellness gurus have not captured me yet) and swiss muesli I write:

: I cannot imagine Danielle LaPorte inviting me out to dinner with her friends Marie, Kris and Gabby…

: I cannot imagine Marie Forleo seeing me and saying “I have seen your thefemalegrail.com. We need to talk…”

: I cannot imagine gifting Kris Carr a copy of Jesus The Book. She reads it. She calls me to invite me over to her house. I show her how to talk to her garden plants and the devas together…

: I cannot imagine Donna Karan asking me to energize Urban Zen with Feng Shui. She proposes that I integrate my work as an ACC Alpha Chi consultant ( I teach this) into her URBAN ZEN INTEGRATIVE PROGRAM

This exercise was more powerful than any affirmation.

To me, affirmations are just sentences that try to convince me of things I don’t believe about myself. I am very stubborn: I never believed the prayer wheel would vacate for me just by saying: “I will have a million dollars in one year” or “I will lose six pounds” or “I am happy and blissful.”

But turning my subconsciousness into consciousness lightened the thing up with a halo. Just forcing the devil on paper broke the spell. No more work was needed.

The magic opened itself. Assumptions had fallen and created an open space for real encounters. I had wonderful meetings with my stars, both in short and longer intervals. I have met the unimaginable – in different, greater ways than I could (not) previously imagine.

Appropriate discretion requires that I keep the details of these meetings secret for now. Delicate seeds need protection for healthy growth, and talking too early spoils the nurturing energy. My rule of thumb: first collect wisely, then share.

But now it’s time for you to find your own treasures.

To break your spell,
take some paper.

Write down what you cannot imagine happening.
Opening the space will set the caged thoughts free.
Then drop assumptions and enter the space of new connecting.
The birds are free to fly.
Let the magic do her work.

It happened for me. May it also happen for you.


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Read More · December 10, 2012 · · illuminated lifestyle, most popular

BE A MASTER.
DON’T SETTLE FOR LESS.

We want to master the work that we do. Masters of the new energy are ready to rock. We make business and our livelihoods by leaving our monastic robes beyond. The masters of the Aquarian Age are human and characterized by passionate living. We are softly in love with divine connections and an integral part of tender communities. We are working on the metamorphosis; we transform ourselves. We know it only requires one real master to shift the world into universal oneness.

Excellence is a target. Our soul returns towards enlightenment. It’s natural. Never give up the magic WOW.

Multidimensional breathed-on business.

Master what you do.
Start with the heart.
Plant lovemarks.
Create lovebusiness.
Establish lovemarkets.
Allure with lovemarketing.

Enter the secret chamber where you will find:


And get the Manifesto for mastering your creative evolution, your divine plan and “Allure: The law of Fascination.” Listen and download. It’s free.









Challenge yourself.

Yes, mediocrity plods forward. It’s her nature. But the mastery of greatness requires courage and willingness to be brave. Aren’t the people to whom we owe a great step towards enlightened greatness the ones who forced us to our edges? Looking back on our history we remember that the one who demanded most from us, we respect most.

We may not always appreciate it in the moment, but greatness requires courage and willingness to be brave. The Steve Jobs’ of the world who deemed every mediocre draft shit and in so doing forged the products we caress today for their excellence. The chef yelling at us when she smelled our refusal to rise. The teacher pitching our little ego and telling us that our way of communicating drives him crazy.

Conflict is the creative abrasion necessary for innovation. The metric of progress is mastered by ability rather avoidance. Conflict is a channel for energy, a vital part of organisms and teams.

If we want to change the world we need to find the master in one another. Everyone we meet may play a part in our mastery, because confrontation is the guardian of authentic.

Speak up. Unplugged. Appreciate the art of war for the sake of greatness and great ideas. Your persistence means their survival. The WOW happens on the edges. Always.

A real master will create other masters.

A real genius respects the genius’ master teacher.

Honor the master. Honor the legacy.

This world needs more masters in all religions and politics and business. We do.


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