A vision of connection, to heal the little cells of the world
: with the resilience of our truth
For too long the conversation between the feminine and masculine have collapsed, been distorted and lain fractured. They are still. Can we even measure the length of time through history that this has been so?
We all search for healing through an inner balance of Shiva, Shakti, and the world that surrounds us. But through the mists of time we forgot how peaceful balance could be attained.
Let’s re-open that inquiry; let’s allow the masculine and feminine to dance together in non-duality. I believe the future belongs to couples: the cell unit of families and the future, the inner Yin and Yang, the cooperation of women and men on a global level for the balance of the feminine and the masculine.
The holiest war that was ever fought was for love.
The love between man and woman.
This is where the story begins.
The War for Love
To meet each other in love and power
requires the ability to be vulnerable.
To be destroyed
by each other
is not playing fair.
But the risk not to dare
is risking death
from a loss of aliveness.
For relationships to function on a personal, business and leadership level the real partnership, the essence of â€śwe,â€ť requires fierce courage to be genuinely truthful. It requires the end of lies, half-truths, compromises and silencing-down tactics.
If you want to be genuinely loved,
you must be willing to reveal yourself
and be open to the revelation of the other
with uncolored respect.
Beyond being hurt or insulted lie the real feelings and our deepest inner worlds. (Reaching that place is not easy, but it is possible if you want to rise together.)
Maybe the feminine and masculine were never actually meant to fit each other, but to force us to leave everything behind: abandon what we think we know about ourselves, the worlds, definitions and languages. Beyond narrow fields of visions, discovering and opening to a raw and untamed truth of what love used to mean. Maybe there is a fertile soil here for the future, amid the rationality of love.
Shakti (the divine feminine) and Shiva (the divine masculine) may never have fit together; never had the same preferences and loves and passions.
Meager compatibilities are just not enough for this cosmic love.
When love is based on expectations we place on each other, sooner or later it will fail when we donâ€™t want to satisfy expectations anymore.
â€¦.. and this is not what the Universe ever intended.
A new vision for the communication
of the new feminine and the new masculine
A bold attitude and a headstrong position will take you further than open-sourced blandness. We need an uncompromising and directional stand towards the beloved, rather than just a sticky-sweet collaborative and conversational one.
Resilience grows when we can face the other without accusation or blame, and with both on board (the feminine and masculine), find a a common plan. Yes, you heard right.
Political correctness, take-it-or-leave-it ultimatums and a resistance to hard truths make it nearly impossible to articulate what we actually want from a relationship.
Instead, cultivate willingness to pull with the same strength through difficult times. Walk out on narcissistic patterns, habitual or persistent denial of problems, fights and power struggles designed to make the other small. Destabilizing the otherâ€™s self worth creates inappropriate, disrespectful hierarchy.
Let us avoid a utopian vision of the world of women and men. Instead letâ€™s find the power and the good in friction and struggle.
How to behave in an uncertain world of women and men?
A compass for times after fleeting passions and lovebugs,
through the problems that will come up for sure,
because this is life.
woman + man
100% + 100%
Committed to love,
each deeply dare to encounter
the womanâ€™s worlds
and the manâ€™s worlds.
The power of the
feminine + masculine
meeting each other
encountering each other
from face to face
from bones to bones
from soul to soul
without destroying each other
without submitting to each other
without manipulating each other
without hurting each other
They are not a bad thing. Sometimes a good ruffling creates the most positive outcome.
The revelation of our most intimate thoughts is the antidote for boring, unimportant rubbish. The ability to open ourselves to expressing true fears, anxieties and desires will build self-assured intimacy.
And yes, it requires inner strength to grant access to oneâ€™s innermost feelings and thereby risk rejection.
But memorable, poignant, surprising experiences win out, increasing our emotional impact on each other. That aim is no longer wishy washy and â€śnice to have,â€ť but an essential aspect of the real new feminine and the real new masculine.
the raw feminine + masculine
We are becoming rebellious. Tired of playing by the rules. We grow resilient when we face the truth without accusation or blame. We crave real encounters based on the incredible openness that comes from being open and truthful.
WE have to bear the challenge of loving the other fully in their truth;
to bear our darker fantasies and doubts about the other,
knowing our wounds cannot protect us
or gain us ground in self worth.
A good team is based on perceiving our autono-ME /I and
stabilizing it. Know your own weakness, fears, offenses, your own foolishness, and then step in.
We want to foster new visions of shared goals for the women and men in this world.
We want shared visions for the feminine and the masculine, for the new women and the new men, for the collective and vibrating truth, for the new shores of human fulfillment.
100% SHAKTI + 100% SHIVA
FOR A Vision
of a common
A short love note.
I trust you know that you are on my mind always.
Behind the scenes we are joyfully developing what comes next in my universe.
For now, I have a small offering for you, in the spirit of the feminine leader initiated.
Do you remember theÂ Gospel of Feminine Leadership? It’s a three-part series* offering 108 pearls for the balance of the feminine. It’s so vitalÂ that we thought we’d put them all together, easily compiled for your inspiration.
Wild love always,
Just click aÂ button below to download your preferred format, PDF or PNG.
My dear readers, my people, my tribe,
It has been weeks now that you have not heard from me.
This is not because I havenâ€™t been thinking of you.
I think of you all the time.
It is a time of peeling my old skins.
And the female grail has become a skin to peel.
My inner voice told me: Put the female grail on sabbatical.
My responsible online-world self said: You cannot do this. Itâ€™s counterproductive.
My grand soul weighs in: This is feminine creation.
When we transform into another dimension, silence is our master.
At least for me.
My creative rivers go underground and dream.
But I want to let you know.
I am working on my ideas in the background
while I weave through the many radical changes in my life:
selling La Lumiere
applying for an American Visa
So I have to let go of writing to you for awhile.
I am thinking in new dimensions.
I am your guide to these new dimensions.
And I will come back, when my skin is peeled and anew,
with newfound words.
In the meanwhile, Iâ€™ll see you on Facebook.
I love you always.
A story about the transparency of life.
A new way of reflecting on dying.
My great-grandmother on my motherâ€™s side was my teacher of life. She was our rock in the storms, a shelter of care. She was 83 when she died, having no signs of disease or sickness. She was simply ready to go. She had fulfilled her lifeâ€™s work. So her body weakened visibly, and within two weeks it was ready to let her go.
I was 17. I was there 10 minutes before she died. She was shaking herself into a trance and I listened to her murmuring, â€śMama, yes, I will pack my luggage and come home.â€ť I felt her Mum waiting for her in the other world. I left the room and started my homework for the next day while the family stayed with her.
Soon after my Mum opened the door: â€śGranny is dead.â€ť
As I walked up the stairs slowly it came to my consciousness that she was gone. I would not see her again. I froze as I realized she was truly dead. In this very moment, a wave of light embraced me and held me motheringly. She was standing behind me, full of radiant light. She comforted me: â€śI am not dead; I am alive.â€ť Indeed, she was vibrating with life.
For years she came to me in my dreams, teaching me things and giving me advice when I was desperate. My sister was 9 years old when Granny died but she never cried, not even at the funeral or when her body was given back to the earth, forever unreachable to us. I never asked my sister about that, thinking maybe she was too young to realize. One evening when my sister was 16, we had an evening alone. In bed before falling asleep I asked her, â€śWhy didnâ€™t you ever cry when Granny died?â€ť
â€śBecause she was with me all the years after. She played with me every day.Â She never left me.â€ť Believe me, I bowed to my little sister for her young wisdom and connection to the transparency of life.
A new way of reflecting on being born.
17 years later I was in the ashram in India amid a thousand people, and my Granny came to me. â€śI am going to be born again,â€ť she wanted me to know.
â€śNot to me please, Granny.â€ť I said.
â€śNo, no I will be born to â€¦ (a friend of mine).â€ť
My friend had an appointment to be sterilized and became pregnant three days before. I learned this upon my return from India. I did not tell her what I knew and just enjoyed her belly growing with this beautiful soul inside who was always flirting with me. My friend asked me to be the godmother, because the baby wished it. It was time to lay the cards on the table.
Later my friend invited me to the birth. I had a tight schedule and only had three days free around when the birth was expected. My friend called me and said the girl had told her the day of her birth, and we trusted the message from the baby from heaven.
And so I was there the day that she was born again. I witnessed her light coming into this babyâ€™s body, being born in a conscious return to earth with a plan for her soul. She was just waiting to come out and open her arms to embrace us and life again. She had made sure I was there to meet her where she left me.
My great-grandmother has become my teacher about life and death. She didnâ€™t teach me through theory; she taught me by dying and living again.
I have learned that you do not need to meditate your whole life to encounter and make the transit of death. Nature knows. You simply need to live your life fully.
Nature brought you into this life when you where born; she will bring you back to the world of light where you once came from.
You may take courage in the face of the unknown.
We are here to share a limited time of togetherness and a story we only live once. Share it fully. Fight for love and for the presence to encounter all we have.
Give it all.
Written with my deepest love for my great-grandmother.
And for you.
For a new way of reflecting on life.
Itâ€™s not pain.
Itâ€™s a burning seed of your future.
Hereâ€™s what I believe:
We are about to create a new world.
New leaders are rising from the unknown,
having long incubated their Destiny.
Does your heart feel like itâ€™s burning?
Does it burst into your thoughts?
What we know from experience doesnâ€™t always help us to identify whatâ€™s happening for us. Particularly now that the new creation is the energy.
Our Inner Child wounds from the past float on the surface of our realization. But they do not speak for us anymore. Beyond them, in wiser and deeper parts of ourselves, we find our promise.
Every wound is a teacher; there lies wide expansion there for us.
What I see, I saw and did.
I woke up to see gold in my heart, in many other hearts. My universal existence and my soul dream packaged in a small condensed seed. It feels like golden stardust, exclusive and luxurious.
Because I was open to my mystic self, I knew this was not pain to lose myself in. It was the labor of my heart chakras giving birth to my soulâ€™s visions. The dreams died, the ethereal took form. When we have done our preparations, we are ready.
Healing comes at very station of the crossroads to unite the sacred, while drama boosts trauma. What is calling is this: new leaders are giving birth to their visions. Therein lie thousands of opportunities to create the future with their destiny.
So you have a seed in your heart too?
There is no way to avoid the labor pain. Walk through your pain. Ask your seed, â€śWhat am I giving birth to?â€ť
If you are not so deeply connected to yourself, no worries. Just do what is in front of you. Your soul sends you fragments and, like a thread, you must weave them together to create the fabric of the future.
How I do it?
It is not easy. But your future is in your heart.
If it gets too painful, lean back and breathe. Just breathe into the golden seed of the future.
As we face new creation there is no right or wrong way, only ways that inspire us to take a hint and find our own solutions.
I let the pain move in freely when it comes.
I ask my heart to flow out and then I flow the creation to wherever it leads me.
Then I do not search for results, but for creation.
We need leaders in all corners in the world, opening up new solutions for change. We need them working locally and globally. Define your orbit. Your new visions will fill it in.