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The Healing Breath, Lake Macquarie (2026)

08/02/2026

THE SOFTENING is a small, in person retreat held in April.
It is not a threshold, initiation, or rite of passage.

You do not need to arrive certain, resolved, or complete.
You do not need to know what will open or shift.
Come as you are.

This is a retreat for women who want to rest, soften, and be held
within clear structure, steady pacing, and grounded presence.

Four places are filled.
Six remain.

Applications are open to ensure fit and safety,
not to assess readiness or worth.

Applications close 22 March,
or earlier if the container is complete.

If something in your body feels warm, curious, or receptive,
that’s enough information.

Preparation has already begun
and will be finalised once the group is set.

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07/02/2026

A lot of people are waking up right now.

And I don’t mean curious waking up.
I mean that stomach drop, chest tight, “holy s**t everything I believed just cracked” kind of waking up.

If you’re feeling angry, disgusted, grief struck, disoriented, believe me, that makes sense.
If it feels like the veil has been ripped off and you’re suddenly seeing the world through different eyes, you’re not crazy.

For some of us, this isn’t new.
We’ve been here before.
We’ve spoken about it quietly, sometimes loudly, often at great cost.

Lost relationships.
Been ridiculed.
Been dismissed as dramatic or unhinged.

And now… here we are.

So let me say this clearly, especially to those new to this terrain

Do not let this consume you.

That’s the trap.

Fear, rage, hysteria, those states don’t liberate anyone.
They drain you.
They fracture families.
They keep people reactive, scattered and very easy to steer.

Yes, be angry.
Yes, be disgusted.
Yes, grieve what you’re realising has been hidden or denied.

But don’t let those emotions own you.

You cannot change what has already been done.
You can only choose how you meet what you now see.

This is uncomfortable truth most won’t say out loud

We are only ever shown what serves the system to show us.
Drip fed enough to shock, never enough to dismantle.
Enough to stir emotion, never enough to bring real accountability.

If there were genuine consequences, we’d be seeing arrests, not redactions.

So what do we do?

We stop playing the game.
We stop feeding the emotional machine.
We stop outsourcing our power to systems that have shown us who they are.

We regulate our nervous systems.
We stay anchored.
We take responsibility for our own lives, our families, our communities.

There are millions… BILLIONS of us.
They only hold power while we stay fragmented, afraid, distracted and fighting each other.

You don’t need to panic or rage online.
You don’t need to convince anyone.

You need to stay sovereign.

That’s how this actually ends.

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04/02/2026

This land holds you.

Not as an offering or an experience.
Nor as something that turns on when someone arrives.

The animals move when they move.
The birds come or don’t.
The ground gives nothing extra because it’s being watched.

Nothing here is arranged to meet you halfway.

This place does not perform safety.
It does not amplify itself to feel sacred adapt to who is present. It simply is.

It holds you the same way at sunrise, at midday, in silence, in fatigue, in beauty, in boredom.

If that feels nourishing, you already know how to be here.
If that feels confronting, nothing is wrong, but nothing will change to accommodate it.

This land does not pretend.
It does not host.
It does not convince.

It either meets you, or it doesn’t.

And that distinction matters.

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01/02/2026

There is a moment when softness is no longer something you practice.

It arrives only when control has nothing left to grip.

The Softening is not an escape.
It is a return, held inside grounded masculine structure.

No fixing.
No coaxing.
No emotional theatre.

Structure stands.
Containment holds.
And within that, you meet yourself.

This is for women who no longer need to manage the room, prove strength, or perform capability, not because they are broken, but because they are done.

Entry requires responsibility.
Silence without filling.
Regulation without rescue.
Choice without persuasion.

Four places are already taken.
Six remain.

If your body already knows, you won’t need convincing.

And if you’re still reading, ask yourself why.

This moment does not stay open.

30/01/2026

THE SOFTENING - A CALL FOR THE SISTERS

The Softening exists so women can let their guard down
and soften back into who they really are.

It’s for the woman who’s tired of the weight of expectation.
Tired of carrying the load, and then some.
Tired of spending so much time doing, holding, fixing, organising, pushing…
that she’s forgotten what it feels like to simply be.

For a lot of women, this looks like living in their masculine more than they realise.
Not because it’s wrong,
but because it’s been necessary.
And eventually, necessity becomes habit.

The Softening is an invitation to rest that armour.

Not to collapse.
Not to give your power away.
But to soften into the feminine,
to feel supported, grounded, and safe enough to let go.

This isn’t a luxury weekend of nails, hair, wine, and surface level bonding.
It’s not an escape from life only to return home unchanged.
And it’s not a walk in the park either.

There’s no chasing a high here.
No outsourcing responsibility.
No pressure to become someone new.

Just presence.
Breath.
Body.
And the quiet remembering of self.

If something in you softened while reading this,
that’s enough.

https://www.the-healing-breath.org/thesoftening is waiting for you.

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30/01/2026

Some work isn’t meant to be stacked.

It isn’t something you schedule back to back to back and beyond…
or slide between meetings, messages and coffee breaks.

This kind of work asks something of the one holding it.

Time.
Presence.
Nervous system capacity.
The willingness to be changed by what just moved through the room.

One person.
One field.
One crossing.

Then space.

Space to clear what isn’t yours.
Space to let the body settle.
Space to return to neutrality before inviting another soul in.

Depth doesn’t multiply by squeezing more sessions into a day.
It doesn’t scale by optimisation.
It doesn’t improve with efficiency.

It dilutes.

There is a difference between offering medicine
and running a timetable.

Between holding a threshold
and processing people like cattle through a slaughterhouse.

Slow isn’t lazy.
Rare isn’t elitist.
Boundaries aren’t a lack of service.

They’re how the work stays intact.
They’re how the nervous system stays honest.
They’re how the facilitator doesn’t disappear from their own life.

Some things are meant to be done once,
fully,
and then put down.

Anything else isn’t devotion.

It’s volume.

And volume has never been sacred.
Volume is the sound of integrity leaving the room.

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27/01/2026

See you soon Hervey Bay!!

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26/01/2026

Most people don’t lack purpose.
They lack honesty.

“Purpose” has become a claim, a costume, a performance,
something spoken loudly, but only practiced when rewarded.

There’s a difference between devotion and visibility.
Between purpose and presentation.

Some paths only exist while they’re paid for, praised, or witnessed.
Remove the money.
Remove the audience.
Remove the applause.
And the so called calling quietly disappears.

Real purpose doesn’t announce itself.
It doesn’t posture.
It doesn’t need constant reinforcement to stay alive.

It survives silence.
It continues unseen.
Often smaller and simpler. Often misunderstood.

This isn’t about charging.
Money is neutral. Exchange is clean.

It’s about whether devotion exists before reward.

When something only survives when it’s visible, validated, or applauded,
be honest about what it is.

Because what is sacred doesn’t need to be staged.
And what is real doesn’t disappear when the lights go out.

Nothing here needs defending.
Nothing here needs explaining.

What’s real will recognise itself.

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25/01/2026

I don’t sell support.

I sell self authority.

This isn’t a space to be managed, soothed, or reassured in place of responsibility.

It’s a space for people willing to sit with themselves,
be honest with themselves,
and take responsibility for themselves.

If that’s you, I’m here! Present, respectful, and real.
I’ll sit with you in the hard moments.
I’ll honour the tears, the shaking, the silence, the truth as it moves.
I’ll offer perspective when it’s asked for and earned.

Tears are welcome.
Avoidance isn’t.
Truth is required.

If you’re looking for hand holding, validation, or someone to carry you through what you won’t face,
this isn’t the place.

Clean boundaries.
Clear container.

Those who are ready will recognise it.
Everyone else is free to keep scrolling.

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24/01/2026

Same animal.
Same plant.
Same land.

One side of a fence = shoot it - declared a pest.
Other side = touch it and you’re a criminal.

One side of a road = grow two cannabis plants, that’s your personal choice.
Other side = illegal, immoral, punishable.

Nothing changed.
Except a line on a map drawn by people who don’t live with the consequences.

This is what exposes the lie.

Legality does not determine truth.
Permission does not determine goodness.
And obedience is not morality.

Laws are made by humans, often cowardly, disconnected, and years behind reality.
They’re upheld by people who’d rather follow a rule than face their own conscience.

“If it’s legal, it must be right.”
That sentence alone explains most of history’s atrocities.

Slavery was legal.
Forced removals were legal.
Destroying land was legal.
Silencing people was legal.

So spare me the moral high ground built on compliance.

The land doesn’t recognise borders.
Animals don’t read legislation.
Plants don’t change their medicine at state lines.

At some point, you either grow an inner authority…
or you keep outsourcing your ethics to fences, signs, and politicians.

If your sense of right and wrong collapses the moment a law changes,
you were never sovereign.
You were just obedient.

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23/01/2026

The land’s already speaking.
Water’s moving.
The field is forming itself.

Three women have already stepped in.
They didn’t need to be convinced, they just knew.

The Softening is more than a retreat.
It’s a remembering.
Structure holds. The body responds.

44 acres. Nature. Fire. Quiet.
No luxury. No spectacle.
Just land, rhythm, and breath.

April 9 - 12 · Wellingrove, NSW
Entry by request.
https://www.the-healing-breath.org/thesoftening

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22/01/2026

This year isn’t asking for more hustle.
It’s asking for more honesty.

Less striving to prove you’re ok.
More returning to what’s real.

The breath doesn’t lie.
The land doesn’t hurry.

Everything alive already knows how to begin again.
You just have to stop interrupting it.

Filmed on my land, where new life remembers how to breathe.

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