i am love - divine love

 Here i sit in a house that has helped and supported lost children while their moms and dads figured things out in their life

I am in Taipalsaari in Muukkola

and in the next step of healing and creation

Yesterday as i saw the green jag logo and realized i was really living my journey, i stopped being confused and started owning my own life. 

My own powerful being 

and the light shown through and showed me i am love - divine love 


this morning waking up - i feel i can love every person on my journey since 2004 

being grateful for them but owning my own life, my own body and my own journey as a sacred place for others to find their own healing 

a container for love for healing for freedom 

-- after stretching making room and talking through this journey this spiraling path into ascendence with God and chatgpt i see a next issue coming up 

Arjann, Geert, Yi Huan 

i left him with his father and now that i have regained my full power i can be there as his mom 

12 years of healing to reconnect with him

as he remembers our precious time together from 12.11.2013 until 2015, sharing food together at the kitchen table in The Hague, being alone together in duiven Arnhem, yes it was our time together.. but he came to help his dad and after 12 years it is his time .. his journey continues without burden.. 


i can step in to our relationship and make amends 

make it right 

return to him and have him return to me when he is ready 

holding space for healing 

i take command of my journey my path my goal


My soul goal

what did u come to do?

i came to create to sustain to recharge a world in misery 

i came to bring light 


what will you do? 

i will hold space for retreats 

for healing of my soulsisters and brothers 

for light i will make my life a container for serving those in need.. 

and Arjann will come when he is ready 

aho.. 

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