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Charlotte Skyla Westerlundh, Blackheath (2026)

24/10/2024

Sometimes I find myself negotiating with entities and or remote viewers attached to the extraction process and other rituals that I do with clients. Eliminations of dark energies from a person can definitely happen with the right technique, but the source still exists, the dark as an entity and egregore still exists. At least in this realm.

When this happens, it’s of great important to not ignore the hunch as one goes about their daily activities but to engage in ‘prayers’ or invocations at the background of one’s mind as one continues to live the ordinary life.

I thought I share one here.

I am protected by the divine by great Spirit and all my allies of the divine numinous world. This here is my sovereign realm and this space is protected. You shall not pass. I am one with Spirit, one with my lineage and we stand in the light by Spirit. I am a carrier of light, and I stand by the masses of ascended masters and their consciousness, I call upon the master healers and the angelic realm, the star nations and the celestial beings, on the spirit animals from the wild, and the mother. We are an allegiance of the light, we are alchemists of the dark into the light, and we only operate by the law of love. We are the truth and the light. We are love. We are Spirit.

❤️‍🔥🌹🐺
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23/10/2024

Sacred space. ❤️‍🔥🌈⚡️🌚💫🌬️

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12/10/2024

I wrote an article for the current issue of

In here, you’ll find really beautiful articles on various aspects of conscious living.

Head over to their social media and website and checkout their offerings 👌🏽⚡️💫

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11/10/2024

There can be a lot of pressure, surprisingly, in the field of the ‘body, mind, spirit’ industry, and from practitioners who should know better, that you need to authenticate 💪🏽⚡️and prove this ‘authenticity’ by literally stepping off the allegorical cliff of financial safety, into the unknown of sole trading within a hyper niche market, following the holy grail of your divine purpose at all costs, and ‘know’ that Spirit shall catch you. And if you don’t do this to the ultimate, you are afraid. And shame on you, basically.

We’ll let me tell you something, I have done this, not the preaching to a blind audience, but I tested the theory…and I fell flat on my face, the divine providence responsible of financial success did not catch me. Did I become a non-believer, no not at all, not in the divine, but in many human trendy concepts.

When I met the elders, the concept of the ‘middle path’ came up regularly…as did the concept of protecting the medicine from the western patriarchal business model. Sacred medicine is not a cash cow. Money can certainly be made from one’s gift, we need the energetic exchange for the time and effort, and we live in a financial system after all, but the difference is in the hustle as opposed to allowing the flow.

There is nothing shameful in not stepping off the ‘cliff’, let me tell you this. How about building a bridge instead, or carving out some stepping stones? Not all of us can afford to ‘Ram Dass’ our spiritual path (I love him but hey). There is nothing wrong in being a potato farmer and a Star keeper. There is also not always a necessity to leave one’s profession to follow a spiritual calling, maybe the medicine needs to find its way into the profession. 💁🏻‍♀️

The more I live life as a single parent (I never once thought this was going to be me), the more I realise that the moment my child was born, my life in a way died. I’ve been fighting this death, this beast, for a while, willing my yearnings and dreams into being only to observe flopped ‘projects’; the only thing sticking, is me being a guardian of a spectacular Soul. So I blow my breath of life into this. Whatever it takes. My ‘dreams’ can wait, Spirit knows.

04/10/2024

One of the greatest misunderstandings in the West is the sense of ownership of creative pursuits.

We as a human are not chests in which treasures can be stored, but rather transformers and transmitters through which ‘inspiration’ flows. The one thing we can claim ownership over, is our intent on and capacity for making ourselves available, as well as good interpreters of creation as a force field in itself.

The creative process has got nothing to do with individuality, and everything to do with community.

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02/10/2024

Here are my practise hours for the school holidays 🪲

Please use my Fresha profile to book 👍🏽 alternatively you can contact me here, and we can come up with something together.

I practice from Leura, in the Blue Mountains.

Whilst I have a FB presence, I’m pretty useless at interacting with FB which leads to me not using it 💁🏻‍♀️ I’m 💯 reachable here or via email.

Please check my reviews, media, website etc to get a better idea whether I am the practitioner for you.

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25/09/2024

Sometimes when I sit in the bath I relax my core and let my back hunch over, to see how far my b***s can swell over my belly. It’s a remarkable sight. And as I observe in wonder I hear a kackle behind me, and I feel one breath closer to Babayaga. Oh the irony of life.

Once upon a time the same breast yearned to be fondled by a knight in a shining armour…it turn out the height of their career and my life was to feed and nourish my child. Hahaha the irony.

I look at my hands, and I notice the meat around the bones of my fingers have loosened…and I think back at Grandma, and how I used to sit by her bed as she was dying slowly over ten years, noticing then her hands had become gloves, and her feet socks. The veins under her skin extra dark, squiggly and thin, her eyes yellow and her teeth green…it was like she was turning into a creature of the Sea before she died; returning to the waters that birthed her before her last gasp. A Crone of Seagrass.

Ten years ago I panicked at the thought of ageing, of sagging, of becoming shapeless, formless. And now, I look in the mirror and I hear that kackle, one breath closer to Babayaga, oh the irony…into the formless mass of puddings I go, back to the shape of old mountains, plains and forests.

A birthright it is, this ageing business, a melancholic, humbling poem, a dance with everything ancient and wise, truly like an old wine. Never did I know that the best in life was yet to come.

22/09/2024

Happy Spring Equinox in the Southern Hemisphere 🩷

I took a moment today to stay true to my commitment to be ‘a guardian of cosmic wisdom’, as our class translator put it in our morning class on how to clear witchcraft and black magic.

Walking the path of relation with and guardianship of ancient wisdoms, means that we need to make time for doing ritual impeccably when the time is right, even if our day is packed with prior commitments and even if we don’t really feel like taking the time to hold a ritual. Impeccably, even if we don’t feel like it, because if we don’t do it impeccably but half arsed, we know we can create more harm than good, not only to ourselves but also to the guardianship of relations. And this is, in particular during these times of war mongering and political deceit, not something we can risk gambling with. We rely on our relations and bridge keeping with and between realms and the numinous, now more than ever.

I truly enjoyed creating this offering. I felt so much love towards my life, our earth, my elders, my community all over the world, the mountains, the trees around me, all the kingdoms, the sun, the wind and the fire. It was a love fest of gratitude…and I could feel an order of balance, of harmony, return.

The next 6 months are opportune for fine tuning and honing in on creating and materialising our gifts that have been hibernating in the ethereal.
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21/09/2024

A lot of us understand that trauma, both our own and transgenerational, is stored in our cells, and very often guarded by our muscular skeletal system with pain, and discomfort being its language…anger if in the liver, grief in the lungs, anxiety if in the kidneys, depression if in the heart, resentment in the uterus and so on. As we work with afflicted body parts, many of us may have experienced a release of stored emotions.

What we may not hear so often is that bad posture on the flip side can create a ‘traumatised’ body. And bad posture can come from seemingly less important ‘happenings’ such as mouth breathing, poor digestion, a heavy school bag, poor sitting habits, confidence issues, bad exercise habits, old injuries etc.

Sometimes a traumatised body can be compounded by the traumatisation of bad posture.

If you are experience a growing feeling of waking up with an excited nervous system, like a fear or a shock, at waking up in this world again, or like you are progressively, as you age, getting swallowed by a burnout…there could be a chance that your body is feeling traumatised from bad posture, exalted from being out of harmony for too long…like a constant fight or flight mode.

Many turn to yoga, pilates or weight training at this stage to help with the pain and feeling of stress in the body…but in reality these activities might burry the problem deeper.

What many of us don’t realise is that it’s not our muscles that need to be elongated more, or built bigger, or our tendons stretched…but rather it is our myofascia, the sacs around our muscles, that needs attention…most likely hydration and nourishment.

This can only be achieved by activities such as massage, acupuncture, myofascial release and biomechanics…as well as surrendering our body into the frequential field of Nature through earthing, hydration with natural spring water, nourishment with natural foods, as well as absorbing natural light, colours and sounds from Nature and her elements.

In our modernised active-wear clad society, it can easily be forgotten how very therapeutic, a slow gentle walk on this earth, in contemplation, one breath at a time, can be to our whole Self.

20/09/2024

Last week I gladly agreed to a photo session with my dear friend and photographer . She photographed myself and some of you, at Brightland’s retreat two years ago ish.

The brief was black and white, as in the photos were meant to be black and white as well as the clothes worn…only I fell in love with the hues, tones and light that Dominika captured…we left all photos in colour. Also, this shoot was all about being natural, close to home, close to Self. For this reason I chose not to come in my typical shamanic gear, this too is a role, but I arrived as Charlotte…no makeup to speak of, my love for jewellery evident and one top reminiscent of my life in Spain, and one reminiscent of Sweden (not depicted here).

I came to Dominika’s studio with zero expectations, I just knew I’m always comfortable when she is on the other end of the camera.

What evolved was silly conversations, deeper ones too, lots of laughs and love. I didn’t realise how therapeutic this shoot was going to be for me, and how confidence boosting.

The ending of a relationship I thought was going to be a conscious one at 48…was a bit of a blow it turns out. The first night in my new house my menopause (peri) started like clock work. I gained weight, I looked tired after a year of various health issues, after the travails of a breakup and loss of my home, garden and shamanic den…I gained some extra lines, some love handles, some more grey hairs…I started feeling frumpy. And I could hear myself think that perhaps I had now reached my expiry date as an attractive woman. Nothing a bit of chocolate could quash 😂👌🏽 but here I was. Feeling like I never wanted to see a p***s ever again. Again.

Doing the shoot with Dominika was therapeutic, so wholesome. She captured me, and through her eyes, I was given the opportunity to see myself again. And to love what I saw. My body a bit more tired perhaps but there is something else there that Dom captured, that I didn’t realise was there. That middle age ‘f**k it’ vibe. And I love it. I love this body, this being that houses my Soul. It’s perfect, a piece of art, just the way it is. Spending time with Dom was an initiation in itself.

17/09/2024

Stay in touch lovers ✌🏽🌼🌟💫

16/09/2024

‘When we observe the World, we do so on a much deeper level than the sticks-and-stones world out there. Our brain primarily talks to itself and to the rest of the body not with words or images, or even bits or chemical impulses, but in the language of wave interference: the language of phase, amplitude and frequency -the ‘spectral domain’. We perceive an object by resonating with it, getting in synch with it. To know the world is literally to be on its wavelength.’ ~ Pribram

When we conciously Attune to this concept, and practise meeting the world with the aim to be in Alignment with the divine and life, this, is what it means to be living in Harmony 🎶🎵🎼. We are simply part of a ‘musical’ network of vibrations and frequencies.

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