Wisdom Within, Nykirkealmenningen, Bergen (2026)

13/09/2026

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01/06/2026

ON THE DAY I DIE..
On the day I die a lot will happen.
A lot will change.
The world will be busy.

On the day I die, all the important appointments I made will be left unattended.
The many plans I had yet to complete will remain forever undone.
The calendar that ruled so many of my days will now be irrelevant to me.

All the material things I so chased and guarded and treasured will be left in the hands of others to care for or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me will cease to sting or capture anymore. They will be unable to touch me.

The arguments I believed I’d won here will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.

All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls will go unanswered. Their great urgency will be quieted.

My many nagging regrets will all be resigned to the past, where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry about my body that I ever labored over; about my waistline or hairline or frown lines, will fade away.
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard to shape for others here, will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.

All the small and large anxieties that stole sleep from me each night will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death that so consumed my mind will finally be clarified in a way that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true on the day that I die.
Yet for as much as will happen on that day, one more thing that will happen.

On the day I die, the few people who really know and truly love me will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this, while I am still alive I’ll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting and so very precious—and I’ll do my best not to waste a second of it.

I’ll try not to squander a priceless moment worrying about all the other things that will happen on the day I die, because many of those things are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things have an insidious way of keeping you from living even as you live; vying for your attention, competing for your affections.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable, ever-evaporating Now with those who love you and want only to share it with you.

Don’t miss the chance to dance with them while you can.
It’s easy to waste so much daylight in the days before you die.
Don’t let your life be stolen every day by all that you believe matters, because on the day you die, much of it simply won’t.
Yes, you and I will die one day.

•
But before that day comes: let us live.
Poem by John Pavlovitz

With love
Fiona

26/05/2026

We live in a world that glamorises youth and is slowly making aging unfashionable.

Hitting the menopause, watching your body change and seeing life etched in the lines and wrinkles is certainly an adjustment. But the one huge plus that I feel deep in my bones is the power that is rising up rooted from within me.

I don’t care about BS, I’m not interested in pointless noise, and shallowness. I’m beyond trends, I don’t seek or need approval, I’m not searching for perfection. I’m growing wild in my own unique way. I’m tending my soul, and forging my authenticity. I’m healing and growing. I’m learning to honour and embrace who I am rather than who the world wants me to be. And for this aging is liberating and empowering.

So I’m not interested in anti aging consumerism - I have no intention of fading away. You can find me, and those just like me morphing into the incredible garden witch that life intended (and that my ancestors would be proud of).

•
With love
Fiona
www.earthmonk.gueu

Not sure who wrote the quote in the image. But I love it.

10/05/2026

Awakened Love: The Union That Builds Empires

An awakened woman activates the King within him.

When a man has a strong woman by his side—
not just beautiful, but wise… not just kind, but sovereign—
something ancient stirs within him.
Her presence awakens his purpose.
Her love becomes his fuel.

He no longer moves for survival—
he moves for her.
He no longer strives for success—
he strives for worthiness.
He sharpens himself on the whetstone of her gaze.
He becomes immune to failure,
because failure would mean failing her.

He stands taller, breathes deeper,
walks through the fire with grace.
Not out of obligation—
but devotion.
Because she deserves the very best of him.

A true Queen does not command her King.
She ignites him.

She is the medicine.
The muse.
The mirror of his highest self.
The silence that humbles him,
and the storm that strengthens him.

When a man chooses a woman from his root—
for lust, for control, for ego—
he reveals his unwillingness to rise.
But when he chooses from the soul,
from the fire in his chest,
from the stillness in his spirit,
he chooses a partner,
a mirror,
a throne beside his own.

You can always see the strength of a man
in the woman he walks beside.
Not for what she gives him—
but for who she calls him to become.

Because the King is not born by title.
He is born by love.
And only an awakened woman holds the key.

10/05/2026

The wise ones usually speak the least and observe the most

They notice patterns other people ignore.

Energy shifts.
Hidden intentions.
Emotional inconsistencies.

And the deeper meaning behind people’s actions instead of just their words.

Wisdom is not just intelligence.

It is awareness earned through experience, healing, pain, growth, and deep self reflection.

The wise ones have usually lived through enough disappointment, heartbreak, confusion, and transformation to understand life on a completely different level.

That’s why they protect their peace carefully.

They no longer react emotionally to everything around them.

They understand that not every battle deserves their energy.

And not every person deserves unlimited access to their heart.

Wise souls often carry calm energy because they learned how exhausting chaos becomes.

They value truth over attention.

Peace over validation.

And authenticity over approval.

The wisest people are not always the loudest voices in the room.

Sometimes they are the quiet observers silently understanding everything around them.

And once they fully trust themselves, their presence alone becomes powerful.

- Circle of women

06/05/2026

My beloved child, I come to you in this quiet moment, and I need you to listen carefully to what I am about to say. I am Michael, and I have been waiting for you to pause long enough to hear the words that your soul has been crying out for.

You have been living in survival mode for so long that you have forgotten what it feels like to truly thrive. Every day has been about just getting through, just making it to tomorrow, just holding yourself together long enough to handle the next crisis. You wake up tired and go to bed exhausted, and somewhere in between, you wonder if this is all there is. I am here to tell you that it is not. There is so much more waiting for you, but you must first release your grip on what is no longer serving you.

The story you have been telling yourself about who you are and what you deserve needs to be rewritten. You have defined yourself by your worst moments, by the times you failed, by the ways you fell short. You have carried labels that others placed on you as if they were permanent tattoos on your soul. Broken. Damaged. Not enough. Too much. Unworthy. These are lies, and it is time to reject them completely.

Listen to me. You are whole. You are worthy. You are deeply loved. Not because of what you do, not because of what you accomplish, not because you have finally gotten yourself together. You are loved simply because you exist. This love is not conditional. It cannot be earned or lost. It is the foundation of your being, and nothing you have done or could ever do will change it.

I know you are afraid of what comes next. The future feels uncertain, and uncertainty feels dangerous to someone who has experienced as much loss and disappointment as you have. But fear is a liar. It shows you worst-case scenarios and convinces you they are inevitable. It keeps you stuck in what is familiar, even when familiar is painful, because at least you know how to navigate it. But I am inviting you to step into the unknown with me. I am inviting you to trust that what is ahead is better than what is behind.

The people who left, the opportunities that dissolved, the dreams that died – these were not the end of your story. They were plot twists, redirections, course corrections. They felt like rejection, but they were actually protection. I was closing doors that would have led you away from your true purpose. I was removing people who could not go where you are going. I was making room for the new season that is beginning right now.

You do not need to have all the answers. You do not need a detailed roadmap. You simply need to take the next right step. One decision at a time. One day at a time. One act of faith at a time. I will light the path as you walk it, but I will not show you the entire journey at once. This is not because I am withholding from you. This is because trust is built in the walking, courage is developed in the stepping forward, and character is refined in the process.

Stop waiting until you feel ready. Stop waiting until you are perfect. Stop waiting until the conditions are ideal. You will never feel completely ready for what I am calling you to do. If you wait for perfect confidence, you will wait forever. The time is now. The door is open. Walk through it even if your knees are shaking, even if your voice trembles, even if you cannot see what is on the other side.

The gifts within you are needed. The voice you carry must be heard. The love you have to offer is desperately required by a world that is starving for authenticity. You are not an accident. You are not a mistake. You are an answer to prayers that have been prayed, a solution to problems that exist, a light designed for specific darkness.

I am removing the obstacles. I am opening the doors. I am orchestrating divine connections. I am releasing provision, healing, breakthrough, and restoration into your life. But you must cooperate with what I am doing. You must let go of what I am removing. You must walk through the doors I am opening. You must say yes when I call, even when yes feels risky.

Your past does not define you. Your pain has not disqualified you. Your mistakes do not diminish the magnitude of what I can do through you. I specialize in redemption, in restoration, in turning messes into messages and tests into testimonies. Everything you have been through is about to make sense. Everything you survived is about to serve a purpose.

The depression lifts now. The anxiety loses its grip now. The hopelessness is replaced with expectation now. The heaviness is exchanged for joy now. I am doing a new thing, and it is springing forth even as I speak these words over you.

You are my beloved child. You are chosen, called, anointed, and appointed. You are protected by my sword and covered by my wings. No weapon formed against you will prosper. No plan of the enemy will succeed. You are walking into victory, into freedom, into fullness.

- Archangel Michael

05/05/2026

Before you had language, you were already being shaped.
Not by words —
but by atmosphere.
By silence that meant something.
By tension you couldn’t name but still felt in your chest.
By love that arrived mixed with fear, or didn’t arrive at all.
Your body learned first.
Your mind followed later, trying to explain what your nervous system already knew.
And some of that learning is still alive in you now.
That tightening in your stomach before anything even happens.
That instinct to anticipate the shift in someone’s tone.
That quiet preparation for impact — even in calm moments.
That isn’t weakness.
That is ancient adaptation.
That is intelligence built under pressure.
But listen closely:
None of that began with your worth.
It began with your environment.
With what was present.
And what wasn’t.
With what couldn’t hold you properly — not because you were too much, but because it was not enough.
You were not unworthy.
You were met incompletely.
And a child cannot know the difference between “I am not held” and “I am not worth holding.”
So the body writes its own conclusion.
And then it lives inside that story.
But it was never the truth.
There is something in you that did not become that story.
It didn’t collapse.
It didn’t agree.
It didn’t turn itself into the wound.
It stayed.
Quiet.
Unmoving.
Unreachable at times — but intact.
You can feel it in rare moments.
Not as thought.
As presence.
When the noise drops for a second and you’re just here — without defending, without bracing, without becoming anything.
That is not new.
That is what was there before survival took over.
Healing is not gentle at first.
It is not always soft.
Sometimes it feels like everything you built to survive starts to loosen, and you don’t yet trust what’s underneath it.
That’s real.
You don’t get to spiritualize pain away.
You have to let it move through its own weight.
Grief will come — not just for what happened, but for what never got to happen.
For the safety that should have been ordinary.
For the version of you that didn’t have to split into pieces just to get through.
Let it hurt.
Anger too — sharp, clean, necessary.
It shows you where something crossed you that should not have been crossed.
Nothing about that makes you dangerous or broken.
It makes you honest.
And you don’t have to forgive what harmed you in order to be free of it.
You only have to stop carrying it as your identity.
There is a difference between what happened to you
and what you are.
One of them is an imprint.
The other is something older.
Something still here.
Still breathing underneath all of it.
You are not late.
You are not behind.
You are not trying to become someone new.
You are letting what was buried begin to surface again.
Slowly.
Uncontrollably at times.
But real.
And if there is anything steady enough to start with, it is this:
I am still here.
Even after all of that.
I am still here.
And something in me
refuses to disappear.

- Andrea Jernigan

03/05/2026

“I once had a conversation
with a great master in Japan.

We were speaking about the many people
working to translate Zen books into English.

He said:

*‘That’s a waste of time.

If you truly understand Zen,
you can use any book.

You could use the Bible.
You could use Alice in Wonderland.
You could even use the dictionary…

Because the sound of the rain
needs no translation.’*”

— Alan Watts

A simple insight-
yet profoundly liberating.

Truth is not hidden
in words.

It is not confined
to any one language,
any one tradition,
or any one book.

When understanding is real,
everything becomes a doorway.

Every sound.
Every moment.
Every ordinary thing.

Even the rain…

is already speaking.

11/04/2026

Holding Space for the Feminine

When men are unhealed with the feminine, they become cut off from their masculine core and shaky in what it means to hold space.

They over identify with women’s feelings to such an extent they become disabled from their capacity to simply be with her through her storm.

Dreading failure and being unable to cope with the possibility of “f**king it up”, at the first sign of a woman’s volatility they’re out.

Avoidant patterns like shutting her down and shutting her out, demeaning her by calling her dramatic, or heightening his level of stoicism in a moment where her emotions are heightened are all ways the masculine displays his wound to his Beloved.

I can’t begin to tell you the immense amount of pain and grief a woman feels when her partner shuts down in the moment where she so desperately seeks to be held – even for a moment in her chaos.

How painful it is when she feels judged or shamed for her feelings, rather than valid and seen.

Most men have never come face to face with the beauty that can unfold when space-holding is done right because they’re too afraid of being lost in the Dark feminine.

As women, our inner worlds can be turbulent and feral – sometimes our pain seeps past our lips before we’ve fully processed our way through our feelings, and we need to talk it out in order to understand ourselves deeper. It doesn’t always make sense, and what we need is to feel safe.

This process is a chance for a men to witness their woman in one state and gently hold for her as she moves into a higher vibration.

Unfortunately, most men will take her words and wear them like armour, they will identify with her feelings as if they are responsible for them – and knowing they will inevitably fail to change her feelings, they give up.

Space holding does NOT mean changing how she feels.
Space holding is not about DOING.
Space holding is not about judging.
Space holding is an energetic invitation for your woman to feel safe enough to process her shadow emotions, fears, insecurities or moments of vulnerability without shame.

Being in the same room with her is not space holding if you’ve closed your heart or judged her for having her feelings.
Space holding is an awareness that you are not responsible for doing anything, but being present and willing to stay heart open with her even if she withdraws until she feels safe to open up again.

Men, please heal your wounds with the feminine.
Please see your partners in their most vulnerable moments as powerful and capable of moving through their emotions.
Please recognize that while your woman doesn’t need you to do anything, she may be frustrated by battling with your inner 18 year old when all she wants is to feel safe and loved in her moments of darkness.

You have the capacity to be a mountain for your woman.
When you show up and hold space without taking things personally, when you pay attention and LISTEN, when you drop your ego and simply allow her to tell you what she needs – she will shift.

It can take mere moments for a woman to move through the darkness into the light when she feels safe.

But when she is judged, or her partner shuts down, the darkness is amplified and the shift takes much longer.
There’s big work to do in this realm between the Masculine and the Feminine.

Author: Sheleana Aiyana

(And yes, there should also be space to heal the Masculine, it should be an equal journey in Love and respect)

02/04/2026

AKKURAT NÅ ER DET FULLMÅNE I VEKTEN – BALANSE SOM AVSLØRER SANNHETEN

I dag kulminerer Månen i Vekten – tegnet for relasjoner, likeverd og indre harmoni.
Men ekte balanse er ikke det samme som å gjøre seg mindre for å skape fred.

Denne fullmånen belyser hvor du kanskje har tilpasset deg for mye, hvor du har gitt mer enn du egentlig har hatt overskudd til, og hvor din egen sannhet har ventet på å bli valgt.

Vekten søker harmoni – men universet søker ærlighet.
Når du velger deg selv med ro, oppstår en dypere balanse enn den som skapes gjennom kompromiss med egen verdi.

Temaet nå er klart:
Likeverd.
Respekt.
Energetisk ansvar.

Ikke hardhet – men integritet.

Spør deg selv:
Hvor i livet mitt er det på tide å stå stødig uten å forklare meg?
Hvilke relasjoner tåler at jeg er ekte?
Hvor kan jeg velge fred uten å forlate meg selv?

Denne fullmånen åpner et rom for renere forbindelser – der harmoni oppstår naturlig fordi sannheten får plass.

Stille kraft.
Klar retning.
Rolig verdighet.

— Thomaz Nikolay

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