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We’re back G’s! Maar deze keer in een nieuwe vorm. Op zaterdag 23 mei bundelen TAKEaSEAT en Gevoelige Snaar de krachten in Theater Zuidplein. Een middag waarin muziek, gesprek en ontmoeting samenkomen rond één thema: vrijheid. Samen gaan we in gesprek over wat vrijheid betekent; Wanneer ben je echt vrij? Wat als jouw vrijheid ten koste gaat van die van een ander? En durf je eerlijk te kijken naar je eigen rol daarin? Breng je gedachten. Breng je mensen. Breng jezelf. We hope to see you there!

Less noise, more sound🦋 I return over and over to the creation of life itself. Weaving the songs of life together with the allies. Honored for this co-creation, praying my way through it, chanting my way through it, humming my way through it, singing my way through it. Not perfectly performed, but sacred and honorably connected. Only then sound frequencies can hit the right place, the heart. 🤍

We’re back, G’s, in a brand new space! Which makes a question feel urgent: what does (a) community(space) actually take? This talk is an invitation to imagine community as a safety net: a space where people don’t just gather, but belong, participate, and hold each other up. Together we’ll explore the conditions that make that possible; shared values, clear guidelines, and the responsibilities we carry with one another to keep a space safe, welcoming, and inspiring. Come bring your perspective, your questions, your lived experience.

𝗦𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗿, 𝗳𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗶-𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝘇 Onde houver ódio, que eu leve o amor Onde houver ofensa, que eu leve o perdão Onde houver discórdia, que eu leve união Onde houver a dúvida, que eu leve a fé Onde houver erro, que eu leve a verdade Onde houver desespero, que eu leve a esperança Onde houver tristeza, que eu leve alegria Onde houver trevas, que eu leve a luz 🤍

Deep nervous system rewiring. 🧬 Chiric Sanango • A threshold plant — one that initiates into a deeper level of truth and alignment. Therefore the clarity it brings is forever lasting, just like fire burning away all that is no longer needed, leaving only what is essential. Just like any rite of passage I have had in the past years, it was everything except comfortable. This sacred teacher demands respect, perseverance, honor and dedication. To breathe conciously through the nausea, your body might feel weak at that point but once you pass that threshold, your whole system is cleansed. To sit with and in the discomfort and to listen at what your body and spirit are communicating with you. Not through comfort, but through confrontation. Guiding those who engage with it towards profound clarity and personal power. An initiation into a deeper part of your soul, into a deep connection with mother earth, into a deeper connection with your path. Shedding old skin, that you no longer resonate with. Working from the inside out, so you can gain mental clarity. This Master Teacher is known as a “Warrior Plant” that strengthens integrity and inner discipline. A gentle but clear guidance in how to listen with discernment and how to translate what the voice within is whispering. Gracías Maestro Chiric Sanango, I bow to you in full honor. 🤍 Photo taken at: Inca Shipiba Perú🌹

RECAP - The Next Now - 10 Dec Moderator @winne_ecktuh begeleidde meesterlijk dit panel van @iamtashasworld @iamaikalx @neemanekesaofficial @vlins @josephinezwaan @ferra_topspul MC @mainonthegram breidde alles aan elkaar en gaf het podium aan dope live acts @neemanekesaofficial @amelieesmeee @roetsssss @worldofnelly @gewoonroi Event door Music Matters bij de @muziekwerf s/o @rasskingmusic @lientjelopes Foto’s door @jayylivelong

Las montañas, donde mi cuerpo se siente en casa. Las aguas, donde mi cuerpo se siente llevado.⛰️ 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧- there where life is created but where life can also end. an ocean full of stories, full of life. she knows my stories. the womb of a woman that carries life within her, is protected by water, life grows in the darkness of water. roots grow towards the darkness. soul grows towards the light. she listened to my first heartbeat and witnessed me taking my first breath. as she contracts and expands, I inhale and exhale life. - 𝘚𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴 𝘳í𝘰𝘴🧜🏽‍♀️

𝗠𝘂𝗻𝗮𝘆: 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹, 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗔 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗮𝘆: 𝗔𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗣𝗮𝗾𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘢𝘺: 𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦. I was privileged enough to receive my Munay Karpay & Mesa Andina Initiation -sacred altar/medicine bundle- from María Apaza and her family, the last direct ascendants of the Incas. This day was filled with sacred ceremony, the Q’ero elders guided us through our initiations, into opening our hearts. By first letting go of any 𝗛𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗮 -𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗲𝘀-. Followed by more transmissions to connect us with the universe as a whole, our lineages, ancestors, the mountain spirits. Coca-leaves readings and purifying rituals, prayers, to root even deeper in the wisdom gained during the day. Receiving this heart opening initiation from such wise elders, in this sacred land, between the mountains, is something I will forever carry with me, with deep respect and honor. Deeply grateful to widen my connection with Pachamama, The Apus, the Perúvian lineage interwoven with my own. 
 Gracias hermana, for your devotion to us and our processes. For your wisdom and ever grounded guidance. For sharing all of you, so unapologetically @esluzinterior 🤍 And nuestra Capitana @dyanthe.spiritofgaia gracias for organizing such a sacred trip. Where we all could mainly focus on our journey there. Your incredible guidance and the way you held space for ALL of us (including the animals), while having your own processes, never goes unnoticed. In awe of you.🤍 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜, 𝚀’𝚎𝚛𝚘 𝙴𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 & 𝚂𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜🦋

𝟯𝟬 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿 - 𝟭𝟯/𝟬𝟵🦋 Here is to the 20 year-old-version of me, who got her heart broken but still choose to keep it open. Here is to the 21 year-old-version of me, who got depressed but still found the strength within, to choose life every single day. Here is to the 22 year-old-version of me, who felt lost and overwhelmed. But still envisioned better days, a softer life, healing and love. Here is to the 23 year-old-version of me, who started breaking the cycle. Choosing love over hate, healing over resentment, acceptance over clinging. Here is to the 24 year-old-version of me, where life only got harder, but she only got stronger. Here is to the 25 year old, who was dealing with grief and deep loss. Yet, heard the calling of the plants and walked towards the whispers, in curiosity and dedication. Here is to the 26 year old, who started to walk herself home. To her heart, the centre. With nothing but the unknown to hold onto. Here is to the 27 year old, who allowed more softness in, this time towards herself. Here is to the 28 year old, who surrendered to the universe, who learned to live deeper in the moment and trust divine timing. Here is to the 29 year old, that found herself humbled by life. Innerstood the darkness deeper, no longer scared. Took her innerchild by the hand and said “I got you, I got us.” The one who sees that, She is light, She is love, She is medicine. Honored to have walked this earth for 30 years, deeply devoted and thankful to walk it with such guidance, universal precision, and love in my heart. With respect and pure wonder over all that is. To be able to smile through the tears and understand that life is a duality. That it is not all that serious, but it is all definitely sacred. My soul is deeply touched by those that I cross paths with, the (in)visible forces that stand by me in guidance and with deep wisdom. The plant teachers, the original ancestors, you will always have my deepest respect and honor. To this body that has carried me through deep pain, transformation, healing, I am in absolute awe of you. Gracias a Dios. 🤎

Mavio, warrior of light🕊️ What an honor it has been, to have known you for 13 years. We went from these little kids to grown ups together. Every heart you touched, was never left the same. You were so authentically you, every word of connection that you spoke was pure poetry, in a way that I knew you truly saw-, respected- and supported me. I love the way we shared music and you were always like: “I think you will like this one”.. because it meant that, you were thinking of me. Your angel comforting voice, would quiet the heavens, so they could hear you sing. It had such an unfiltered rawness, the way only you could sing and touch my heart. I love how we would have our inside jokes, that we would laugh so hard about. Cause no matter how hard life got, you always made me laugh until I cried. Your arms had the warmest and softest hugs. Getting a hug from you, meant that my heart was a little bit more healed after that. We always made sure we knew how we felt about each other. And that our gratitude and love for one another was known and heartfelt. I wish life was so much more sweet and soft to you. You never complained about the heaviness of it all, you took it and walked this earth with such deep respect and devotion to self. You stood in your light, as the warrior that you are, kept your head up and made sure the people you loved knew their strength as well. I wish we got to know each others kids, and that they would grow up together, but I will tell mine stories about you. There will never be a soul like you, nor a friend and brother like you. THANK YOU for our memories together, the depth of our connection that transcends time and space. The depth of the love we hold for each other, that makes it both so incredibly painful and carries me in this moment. I will miss you so deeply, my heart will forever carry you. But I will find your soul, in this life and any other. May the heavens give you a warm and soft homecoming on your earthday. We celebrate you today & every day. Parabéns amor e também descansa em paz e luz.🕊️ See you on the other side my love. I LOVE YOU so much Mavi! Let me know when you make it home safe😔 - love, Mija♥️

𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘂.🪶 My whole being is still integrating, still feeling it through. The puzzle pieces are still falling into place. When I made the concious decision to go to Perú and answer the calling, I knew in my bones that this would be such a profound journey. A journey of death and rebirth. Rite of passage. A transformation, that reaches the depths through time and space. Life is a continuous journey of death-(re)birth-transformation. But this… I could not have made this up, even if I would want to. This… I did not even see this coming, not in my wildest dreams either. Only the journey of life itself could have prepared me for such deep initiation, release and home-coming. Only the support and love of those that have walked the path, lived the journey and felt their way through it all, could have kept me sane and rooted. Only the strength of all body-mind-soul, could have kept me centered and ready to take it breath by breath. One foot after the other. Only the dedication that I have had to this path of self and the plant allies and by walking it in full honor, respect, patience and rawness (even when I hit rock bottom or when I find myself with my back against the wall), is where I could channel my innerlight and faith from to… keep going… At times I don’t even have the words, some things are just meant to be lived, experienced and kept in its sacredness. When the time is there, I will share some more. Perú, 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘇ó𝗻♥️ 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚜🦋

𝗔 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without walking the path of her own spirit. Cleaning and healing themselves and thus her lineage. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without sacrificing parts of her life. By using her voice to speak her truth. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without going through the discomfort, pain and shadow-work. Alchemizing all of that into the embodiment of joy, love and healing. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without the ancestral knowledge and stories of their own lineage. Honoring the very roots that gave her life. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without death and rebirth over and over again. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without surrendering and allowing herself to be held by the force that created her. A wise woman, doesn’t become a wise woman without listening to the whispers of her heart and following the path of her very own story. She becomes a wise woman, by the initiation of life itself.🦋