My word is my wand

As your thoughts or lips move, producing words, with or without any humanly detectible sound (~vibration~energy), your wand is moving around on the canvas of life; painting your world, drawing the details~ producing your reality, and thereby revealing your perceptions all at the same time.

If you can dream it up, you can create it. When you are thinking of it, you are creating it. When you don’t worry about it, it is manifesting for you. When you let it flow freely, it flows dirrectly to you.

FEAR is rather more ~ False Evidence Appearing Real.

We are living in a duality, and we are The Creators. We are partly of physical forces and partly of nonphysical forces. We are of soul energy and spirit energy. That is also why we often may feel like we are seeking something, because we sometimes happen to be more with and in our physical, than with and in our nonphysical, and/or vice versa, which of course causes us to feel as if something is missing, as if we’re longing for something, seeking something, and yes, we are longing and seeking for the other seemingly missing aspect, which is all the time there, even while.we are tunned away from it. But as well we are often in the middle, in our center, in our “S”, perfectly ballanced with both aspects of us, the physical and the nonphysical.

It is the ones who doubt and won’t believe to hear their inner voice, the so called invisible, the seemingly intangible, who may feel that they remain lost, simply because they are simply just choosing to be desconnected from their own soul.

Since my word is my wand, it is good to know (the fact of what so many people have told me) that I am very good with words. So let’s do it, here we go, there’s nothing to it.


Most of the time, I wake up in the warm climate, in what feels like my palace or my temple, with stunningly beautiful nature everywhere, so colorful yet beautifully simple at the same time as if perfectly set, and many dreamlike beaches around in different distances. Looks like Can Punta.

I am in close realionships with deeply loving, creative and organized good friends, who live healthy and sporty lifestyles, and all of that keeps inspiring and motivating me to be my best, and keep learning ~ growing ~ improving.

Once a month we have a few days of everyone doing coconutwater fasting, always humorously and slightly competing to see who will keep it up the longest, which is usually ranging from 3 days to 1 week, and occasionally longer. We all conclude that it just shows who’s body needed it the most.

Many of us live in our base-home part time and travel between work family and friends.

Generally every morning, we meet up in groups of whoever lives closest to eachother, to run and do squats, and mostly as well the 5 tibetans.

My mind is more clear than ever, and my creativity flows abundantly. Often I feel like a super being, especially because, everything is just flowing and working so perfectly. And even though everything is changing all the time, it’s all perfect anyway. Even the occasional struggles feel right.

That I am generally a good influence on others, is another thing I’ve been told so oftent in my life, and now I’m seeing it clearly here n there, allong the way, alot of the time. …again, finally.

Whatever I’m good at, and whatever skills and good sides reside in me, are all somehow more effective, stronger more penetrating and active now, then ever before.

Money making business has become a small habitual thing of the day, like going to the bathroom. There are no worries nor complications to it. It just flows and grows like the plants that get all the water and nourishment that they need to strive.

I wake up feeling pleased and fresh, happy to be alive, and I fly out of bed much the same as I used to do when I was a child. And it all feels really good. …just like I knew it would.

My main base is, as I always knew it had to be, in a sunny warm and blue skied climate, with nature that makes my heart smile so that I feel it in all my cells. Very similar to how I felt when I lived on ibiza before, during 2005 to 2011.

My main house is the perfect dreamhouse for me, everything about it feels so good to me, no matter where I look, what I touch, or what I’m doing, it’s all just the perfect environment for me with all the learning toys and practice toys I can use, weather I swim or I sing, dance, design, sew or write a concept, a plain text or a song. I have everything. Even a big workshop space for building and creating big things with many people if we need.

Even, so often when I arrive home I feel welcomed by a sense of loving restoring and rejuvenating energies. Often it feels as if I during the day am living the moment so well, that I seem to forget the feeling of my home base, so that when I arrive home, I often feel something like taken by surprise, as it takes me when I start to feel gently enveloped with the calming and relaxing energies, restoring and rejuvenating me ~ those mighty healing energies that always await me at home. The Home That I Have Created.

When I am with my boyfriend in his part of the world for example, then I can feel and sometimes even see, how those good and well nourished energies are felt where ever I go, and how that so rapidly affects everything and everyone around me, generating good feelings on all levels and parts. Peoples projects and ideas get revived, as if touched by a good magician’s glittery dust of the divine, they get unstuck and start to blossom and flow. Things/ways that seemed to not be working, suddenly turn out to be all perfectly functional or replaced by new things/ways, and even better than one would originally have imagined. …which sounds so familiar.

And funny for me is, that I don’t feel that any credit for any of it belongs to me, but rather I feel blessed with overtaking luck, all enveloped in some super power magic of mighty love, which sticks to me and is therefore logically felt by most everyone that come close to me. It doesn’t feel mine, or made by me. It most accurately verbalized, feels like something universally divine has settled in me, or with me, divinity rooted in my life. It feels (best put into words) like I am being taken good care of, by a universal family I hadn’t realized that I have. And it feels as weird as it sounds.

As well, I spend most of my time mainly in Europe. Mostly I’m in Ibiza, Mallorca, and Munich, but I’m also, pretty regularly, spending time in Berlin, Paris, Cannes, Karlovy Vary, Portugal, and here n there, in between it all, as well in Copenhagen, or somewhere in and around the Asiatic zones, or somewhere on the American territories as well.

In general I feel that the world stands heart-fully open for me, warmly inviting, and lovingly welcoming me everywhere.

The funniest thing is, that the beginning journey into the materialization of this reality that I am now living, stared with my sheeple-shirt business idea, which is a bit like a club of sheep people waking up to the whole sheeple society madness that we have to stop, and should have done so long ago.

I can feel that I am making a good difference in the world wherever I go, and I feel a peaceful/calming sense of belonging. …which is also weird but good weird feeling.

And I’ve noticed that I go to sleep with an over all satisfied feeling again finally, and that I wake up happy to get out of bed. I’m even told that I have a restful smile on my face when I’m asleep, which my grandMother also used to tell me, when I was a small child, up to the age of 6.

I guess you can say that I am reborn, within one and the same life.


The Ibiza Risk

IBIZA, JULY 4, 2018

No, I am not doing any normal job. No monotone life, thank you. No linear income. …such slavery. …such waste of life time, to spend more than half of your living awake hours on working.

I am living to do my own thing. I have got to make my own thing and use my creativity.

I’m not a hustler, somehow I just can’t, but for now have to do this dancing job again. Everything is possible and I can do what seems like magic. …so I don’t need to be a hustler.

I have to feel SO good. I have to rest in myself. Totally.

But ironically enough, I have to not smile so much. …not really-Really smile, just be cheeky and tease a bit, and not take no for an answer.

I have got to get the miney together for my wearable art parasol business.

But it is a crazy demanding (and even inhumane) job though. I better massage my feet and meditate on it.

Before Anyone Else Gets Antibiotica’lly FCKD’UP!

On this note, I must now add to ‘The Guts Of My Universe’, ‘The Guts Of My Body’;

Normally I HAVE THE GUTS to do almost anything and even make impossible things possible here and there. But since the end of the year 2007 my stomac got messed up by antibiotics, given to me for another infected hair-folicle.

I trusted doctors blindly, and had always felt safe and relieved with them. Untill this time around.

The only thing I knew of antibiotics, was that they always work really well. And I had never even heard about probiotics at all! Untill this time around.

This time around, the hair-folicle was seemingly recovering with antibiotics as well as anything else would, but my eyelids started getting a red dry and burning.

I was in Paris, visiting my boyfriend who had a brasserie place called Les Funambules or so, with whom we’d be dining out at different places every other day, and since he’d order good redwines, always a whole bottles, so “of course” I ended up joining him a bit, feeling so safe with my experience of antibiotics, I thought alcohol will not really hurt and people say alcohol just takes the effect of the medivine away. But oh WOW how damn wrong all that is!

Eating out at classic trendy restaurants feels good and the food may be great, but I know that’s not really the healthy diet. But before returning to my own rythms and habits back home on ibiza, (just 1day after the rash had started) I went to my Egyptian brother Mohamed in Denmark, where the rash gradually started spreading, which felt like my face was turning into a burning dessert from within.

Mohamed has never exactly been health oriented, and so had alot of caffeinated tea with refined suggar, and ate loads of toast bread with pasteurized cheese, etc and what not.

I decided not to go to the doctor, because I knew he would just give me a cortisone cream instead of finding the cause, so I wanted to rather just stay wondering why, and just give my bodily inteligence time to let me know somehow, in form of a hunch feeling or so.

Today I know that all those things Mohamed and I were consuming, were making my rash worsen and spreading.

After 2 weeks time I did suddenly have a hunch feeling early in the day; I felt it sensible, that it had to be something from the stomach.

I returned home to Ibiza, and in up my village San Juan, everyone was reacting with a fearful concern about the sudden ugliness in my face. And when I explained and shared my hunch feeling, I was told about intestinal candida and how antibiotics cause such things.

The next day I started researching the gut issues of antibiotics online, and I also quickly learned, that it’s a condition which is not even part of the mainstream medicin and what the phama business teaches doctors, so there was no help there and my reaseach was telling me not to eat most things especially suggars, flour products, yeasta, milk products and no processed foods at all, not even caffeine.

I was on candida diet ~ fighting for 6 years. But I would still get rashes when sometimes a dressing or something at friends or in a restaurant would have some hidden ingredient.

Eventually I moved to Berlin with my boyfriend, where I found a doctor who had picked up on this condition and specialised in it. His extremely high doses of antifungal medicine beat up my liver/kidney, and I started feeling depressed and would cry for nothing much. But my rashes stopped.

But I also drank 2-3 fresh squeezed lemons/limes every day for the last 3weeks of taking that extremely strong medication. So it could have been the lemon and lime that helped me, or both, who knows!?

I had peace for 2 years, and then it started coming a bit again.

This time I found that a ruined gut easily gets parasites as well. So I did a natural treatment for that.

But I also found out that all there things cause a leaky gut, so I drank bonebroth for a week, and found raw milk.

I still look sick but I feel the milk working. …something feels good about it, and I feel a difference in my stomach. So I looked up raw milk experience and facts etc., and found a guy who healed his colitis and got off all his medications, by drinking raw milk. So I feel optimistic.

All the while, I also have realised that some part of all this is psychosomatic, and so I’m looking into that and battling trying things for that as well. My researches lead me to seminars about psychadelics, and after more than 2 years of looking into all about that, I now think a mega dose of psilosybin mushrooms will help heal and repair both the psychological as well as the physical aspects.

I honestly feel on the edge with my health, and psychologically broken ~too weak to solve my problems (after the years in Berlin with my older (no empathy ~huge ego) ex boyfriend).

Though this time, now I have met someone who has loads of empathy on all different evels, and in him I now have personal support and real loving. The only thing that is missing now, is to feel worry-free ~ safe enough to stop feeling stress of any kind, long enough to heal completely.

But let’s see how it goes with raw milk and sourkraut!?