Hello, Beloved Sister!

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You deserve a healthy, soulful relationship. I'm here to help you find it. Here's a little more background on how this program came to be. 

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Bigger, better, faster... The modern mentality likes to move forward in a linear fashion. This attitude defines how we do anything in the world, and it also often determines how we approach our personal healing process. When we experience hurt or loss, we may approach this pain by saying to ourselves, “Let's put it behind us" or "I should just get over it."

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As a result, what often ends up happening is things never truly heal and, instead, we find these unresolved issues showing up in our lives sooner or later. This can take many forms and can show up as a sense of ‘stuckness’ or inability to create a life we so desperately want. Or everything seems to be going just fine, yet there is still a sense of emptiness or not belonging, or an underlying sadness. And sometimes it all gets to be too much and the body develops an illness that then becomes the final wake-up call.

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When we take a look at the more ancient cultures, we notice that the mentality is more cyclical—seeing the world and existence in cycles. Native Americans and Celtics have their Medicine Wheel – a symbol that represents the interconnectedness of the spiritual, emotional, physical and mental aspects of our being as well as the Four Directions. The Chinese have relied on the Five Element Theory for thousands of years –a holistic framework used in Traditional Chinese Medicine that mirrors the interdependent, ever-changing energy of the five Seasons.

 

A sovereign woman is an ancient soul. She still remembers walking this Earth in harmony with the Seasons. Each phase provides exactly what she needs. So she turns to the Elements for her own healing and the healing of her family. She knows some things take time. The phases need each other. Wood makes Fire burn. Fire offers its ashes to create Earth. Earth turns into Metal. Metal creates Water. And Water is necessary for the trees to provide Wood.

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We'll be in the supportive presence of our "village" – a beautiful group of women on the path of truth. Together.

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If you want to prepare yourself for a divine union, this is the work.

 

 

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How I Got Here – My Personal Story

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As a woman on a path of spiritual development,

I have been burnt in many bonfires that I myself helped build.

And most of them have been about love. Or lack of it. So many times in
my life I have begged for it, prayed for it, demanded it, even broken my wrist for it.

That is how much I doubted love.

My skepticism created pain, suffering and separation.

 

All my life, love was something that I needed to work hard for. To prove it. To earn it.

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I travelled around the world chasing the self I thought I had to be.

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All these years I suffered over love because I didn’t let love just be. I
demanded a result.

 

Love became risky.

And, most importantly, I had forgotten that love is not something to
have, it is who I am, in my very nature.

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I remember seeing women, all ages and sizes, who seemed to have understood this.

It was clear that these women loved themselves. They were completely in their feminine power, juicy, full and radiant, and I used to wonder, how do they do that? Were they born that way? They were like magical beings to me.

I found them mesmerizing, yet I also felt envy, because I knew how far away I was from being like them.

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The idea that love is somehow limited, caused me to attract partners
who would mirror that back to me.

And that mirror would always end up shattering into a million pieces.
There was never going to be a happily ever after. Never.

Not until I looked into that mirror and faced my sadness. The sadness that came from not loving myself.

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Shit.

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I had to surrender. I was angry. And I was humbled. All my life I had
avoided this moment. I had never really understood what surrender meant until I was on my knees, begging god to show me how to release myself from this endless cycle of self-destruction.

I died, somatically. On the floor, I lost it. And found it again.

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“It’s not your job to love me; it’s mine” became my mantra. Anytime my
mind wanted to wander outside to find an object, usually my ex-partners, to blame or judge, I repeated this mantra, and it gave me a tremendous amount of support. And not just support, ecstatic joy.

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And Truth. I have always been a lover of truth. Even when I could not love myself, I loved the truth.

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And that set me free. 

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Love,

Riikka

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