A tribute to the oppressed witches disguised as “classy ladies” …

This is what happened …

🗝️ For every woman who’s been judged before she even arrived — This post is for you. 🌹💋

I booked a private rental for a vacation, & the host promised a beautiful garden, peace, space, and allowed my yoga. It felt aligned. 🪄

After I paid, she asked for my Instagram. I didn’t think twice — I shared it. 😒

Then suddenly, the entire d*mn policy changed.

She told me I was no longer allowed in the garden.

Like WTH??

I asked why, and this was her response after I cancelled the stay:

“No. I agree with you. I don’t think your almost n*de dance videos are suitable for our garden, which is also used by the remaining residents of the property. So you’re right, it’s not a match.”

I didn’t even plan on dancing in her garden. But after that message? 😳

I wanted to dance in every garden I’ve ever been told I don’t belong in. 😂👋🏽

What hit me most wasn’t just the judgment — it was how soft and polite it was. Wrapped in hearts & “careful” wording.

🤢 But underneath? Full of shame and assumptions.

And I realized: this is exactly the kind of energy that’s been thrown at women like me — expressive, visible, sensual — FOR CENTURIES. 🧙🏽‍♀️🧯

We don’t even have to do anything.

Just being who we are is “too much” for people still living in fear. 🚫

So here’s my answer:

I will not shrink.

I will not apologize for how I move, dress, speak, or express.

If my presence feels like “too much” — leave the room.

I was never meant to fit into quiet gardens guarded by silent rules. 🤢🤮

I’m here to dance loud, live big, and take up space like I was born to.

Dear witch, welcome to the club where feminine expression has no damn limits 🌹♥️♥️💋

& this is the poem:

To the woman who turned me in:

Tell me I’m “too much”, & hope that it shrinks me, and I will expand so much you’ll regret you ever opened your mouth.

Tell me that loving luxury is “bad” or “too much”, spending my own money on all I want, and I’ll go on 5 shopping sprees.

Tell me my dance is inappropriate & I’ll show you inappropriate.

The thing is,

the parts people judge me for, aren’t even 100% of me.

I’ve held back so much, but honestly now I’m done. For every single day; more done.

The last few bits have yet to come, and when they do, the ones who judged me all along might have a panick attack.

I am done tryna shrink into people’s delusional expectations of what’s right or wrong.

What’s disturbing or not.

I am a f*cking masterpiece, a work of art..

and if you think I’m just “inappropriate”, leave the room.

I beg you,

Don’t f*cking stay.

xoxo,

$OUL. !! :*

Awakening, home, Miami, Denmark & residing within.

Miami Beach // Photo by Superstar $OUL. Arts.

A body, a mind, a spirit.

All colliding into one.

One world, one dream, one channel, one chart.

Why did it have to happen this way? Why was I supposed to walk this path?

There’s a truth unfolding.

The truth is unclear.

The truth is near.

The truth is there.

..but yet, it ain’t.

And sometimes that can be so frustrating.

The feeling that I’m finally arriving in the space I’m meant to be in.

& then, another shift happens, and there’s even more truth to be told.

I don’t even know what to expect anymore.

I know. I trust. I believe,… that it’s all coming.

Yet, there’s the starving mind, starving ego.

Staring into the wall, wanting to throw a tantrum as big as the moon.

As my ego kicks in, the soul truth has grown bigger and bigger. big enough to trumph the ego’s desire to throw in the towel.

not to end it all - just to throw a mini tantrum.

But soul says … NO. oh HELL NO.

I’m not gonna go back.

I don’t WANT TO go back.

I don’t want to fall back into the trap of being limited. The trap of feeling STUCK.

I’m starting to notice how far I’ve come.

How this ascension journey & spiritual awakening has brought me.

I used to be so stuck in fear that I couldn’t see how far I’d come.

The emotional chaos & energetic releases were so intense I thought I’d come into depression.

But as I’ve balanced more and more, I finally see the “end” of the road.

The “end” that is truly the new Beginning.

I thought I’d enter that new beginning as I touched down in Miami in 2025 after 8 years of longing to be here..

And now that the first 5 months have passed, I see & understand that Miami was actually the breeding ground for the new me to bloom.

I came here trying to embody HER right away,

but damn I was “wrong” - not in the sense that “HER” wasn’t coming,

but I had yet to find that she was aligning.

All the restless evenings bored AF,

having no friends, nobody to seek comfort in,

all the ideas flowing in the beginning, but no damn energy to follow through.

I was lost. I felt lost. I had nobody.

not the truth.

But I thought it was.

and the belief only created resistance,

until recently… I accepted the truth;

I had been at a point in my life where none of the old reality really resonated anymore.

The food, the drinks, the shopping, the empty “trying to fill the void”-void.

I was really in the womb, in the void, in the release. In the middle of it all.

My body purging.

My body aching.

Longing.

Knowing.

TRUTH.

oh well .. and here I am - 5 months later. at a point that - to the ego, may seem like a standstill. It may look as if I’m in the same space I was almost 6 months ago.

But nah. I shifted so much energetically now, that there’s no going back.

& now …

NOW. - Now, I’m blooming. Just as I was back then. Breaking down, blooming. The seeds were planted in February when I landed in Miami, and now that I’m about to leave for a vacation to touchdown back in Denmark, I am ready to face the new me.

the homecoming…

but this time, it’s not gonna be a homecoming to a new country, nor my homecountry.

This is a homecoming to reside fully & lovingly within me, myself & I.

Thank you for reading! - hopefully you resonate & connect with my soulful words, poemy-ly written just for you.
My story is unfolding, and I hope the red line makes some kinda sense.

I will be back in the next post ..

xoxo,
$OUL.