Why thefemalegrail.com has to say farewell.

Why we need to peel old skins, to be born anew.

Beloved ones,

I wonder what is going on in your life and the lives of the ones you love and know.
Just right now in the life of my own beloveds and me, nothing is like it was.

It seems the old times are washing away their memories.
And we stand there partly confused and partly shivering in awe: What’s next?

So many of us will step into a new life. 
So many of us are watching their old lives die. And still I know we dreamed this together, when the time comes we strip off the old and dedicate our lives to creating the NEW.
But it’s not easy, when old structures and timelines vanish and nothing new is in sight.

My step into the new realm.

I took me months now, but last week my inner voice was clear.

Thefemalegrail.com has become an old skin.
Trying to slip and fit into it again made me feel frustrated; it has lived its life and now it embodies the realization of yesterday’s dreams.

AND YET SO WHOLE AND FILLED WITH ITS OWN FULFILLMENT.
AND WE SEE THE NEW FORM AS A SIGN OF GRACE.
NO NEW SPACES ARE BORN BEFORE OLD SPACES DIE.

I measured the temperature, the indicator, and traced alignment with my inner guidance.

The background story:

October 2016, on the Sacred Lands of Cerillos/New Mexico

I helped many people to find their soulvision.
And I will continue to do so, as part of my destiny.

There I stood holding my shawl tight to warm my body, under the magic sky filled with stars flirting with me. God, I said: “What is my soulvision for this upcoming New Age?“ 

The answer was formed in my inner visions by stars fusing and building two words, made by the purest light of creation:

FEMININE SPIRITUALITY 

I know: 

In the subtle spheres our new life is already formed, invisibly filtering to us all the time. Looking up & ahead we see the larger picture, we can finally take a breath.

But this takes time take form, to filter, to come into matter and reality.

I promise to organically expand; to do this I need space to maneuver.
From these broader horizons we can direct our inner GPS toward our future, the new togetherness. Where inklings point, we go.
Let us become conscious observers of our own creations.

MY DECISION:

I bow to all of you.
I want to paint my gratitude on your doorsteps.
For reading and listening to me on thefemalegrail.com all these years.
In times when I was lost in visions, when my overloaded 12th house was calling me away and times when I shared, always trying to be my best.

You were always with me.
I thank you so much.
I could never repay your dedication.

I will move on to a new space, fresh and innocent.
My idea is to start small and write about FEMININE SPIRITUALITY from scratch because I believe it has never existed. Shakti has faced opposition since the beginning of time.

Yes there are old seats of wisdom of the feminine, but they need a new design.

I am ready to stumble and fall, and begin the pilgrimage as it will be shown to me
and walk the path that is offered to me as mine.

I am ready to be surprised by the Divine. 

For you,
I wanted you to know.
And as soon find my new skin I will be in your inbox again.

See you there, shifting into happiness as it becomes unconditional.

With comfortable fierceness,

Durga

(I must say I cry now.)  Sniff. 

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