Silly girl

You keep forgetting your power and your magic. Reclaim. Reclaim. Reclaim. Remember.

I am pure magic. I keep forgetting. It's so much about remembrance. To let the magic hums inside of me. In the sway of my hips. In my feet finding the rhythm. In softing into my knowing. To honour and remember I am the ritual. I am the alter. I am the sacrifice. I am the Holy One. As you are. We all are. In this animal body. Flesh and bone. Wild and primal. Lies the Star Dust. The fragments from the big bang. The unknown yet deeply know spark of life. The soul. Spring leaves me raw and fucked open to every delicious, painful, primal feeling. It feels like death or birthing. Maybe both. This raw primal body taking over. Leaving nothing behind. Feel. Fucking everything. Now. Ripped open. Raw. Tender. Reconnecting to my roots. Finding the right music. To have the so needed guide in this hellish ( autocorrect want desperately to write hellig , holy...) so maybe it's holy and hell at the same time. Why not.

Wardruna always leads me back to the path of my own magic. Einar is my guide in so many unspoken realms of reality. The healing. The release. The mystical magic beyond the words. I feel my own threads, strings, waves, intentions, longings and raw primal needs moves inside me and outside me. To connect and reconnect to what and who I belongs to. Weaver of magic. Remember. Reclaim. Reconnect. Pour it out. Leave me empty. Let the ego bleed out. Empty. To be make space. Fill me. It's room. Always lead me back here to the knowing. Let the mind be silent. It's not rational. It isn't thoughts or intellectual mind games. Let it rest. Remember the star dust in your bones. In my bones. The holy ones. Animals. Heaven and earth. In one. Human. Being.

I'm entering milestone. A threshold. The door is clearly open. It's a deep remembrance of who I truly am. Women keep saying they are more eager to stay single than in a bad relationship. I want a thriving, connected and authentic relationship with deep devotion, growth and mind blowing sex than being single and without a man. I'm done hiding my magic. I am the Oracle. The crazy one. The connected one. She who walks in between worlds. The silly girl in me keeps forgetting who she is. The woman in me knows. I'll keep unleashing the deep crazy wisdom that lives in my flesh and bones. The brave one, the man who understands it and loves it, who connects to the raw, wild and primal wisdom of the flesh, will find me. Because he remember. He is connected. He is reclaiming his own intuitive, crazy, primal knowing. He knows beyond his rational mind, to trust his bodys wisdom.

Soon I turn 45. It's a strange time to be alive. To be brave and raw in a world filled with fear and masks. To slow down when everything moves faster. To embrace every freaking side and inch of myself. To love myself deeply and see and feel the hatred people have against themselves. The inner war and conflicts. The misplaced loyalty. The exhaustion of living a lie. The illness. The depression. I have been there and I easily falls back if I don't consciously remember who I am. The ecstasy of the flesh. The deep pleasure beyond the cheap dompain from being online. Not the pleasure of an addict. But the deep, transformative pleasure that connects you to everything. When God no longer is an concept or old story. But a living, breathing ecstatic experience. Every fucking time I remember, I know. I know. I remember. I reclaim. And I'll rest assured in the deep knowing, the brave one will find me. This real, raw, flawed human man. In all the magic, it's all in the real human mess of a life. Right there in all my messy, human feelings and emotions lies the mysteries. To feel alive. Painfully, deliciously alive. In this holy, primal body. Eros is truly something to embrace. Holy fuck. What a joy ride. Life fucks me open. Without consent. I need some tenderness. I need som gentleness. I need you to step in an choose me. Fully. And yet again be thrown out into the chaos of life. Navigating. Trusting. Breathing. Expressing. Phew. Truly. Eat me alive and fuck me to death. Happy Easter. ✨️