Jill Brandel

20/02/2026

New form flowers when giving it space.

Responsibilities become sacred service.

I call it the genuine mundane.

Love your nervous systems.

Trust in what was, was preparation, for the wild beauty that is upon us.

Dismantling is messy, lean in, rest, love and laugh.

Trust, it is save to show yourself.

We are all just beautiful people, with beautiful problems. [Lana del Rey].

Be like a pomegranate. Jewels over jewels.

03/02/2026

30/01/2026

Justice never comes in our lines.
True justice only arrives through the hands of the great mother. And never in the ways expected.

Sometimes we walk years through the passage of initiation,
people turning away, others stabbing your back, everything you ever knew about yourself, everything you ever held dear, entirely consumed by the flames of transformation.

Initiation asks bold persistence in a naked, blind walk, through the fires. The heart shattering into a trillion pieces, a trillion times. Grief walks hand in hand, pain present, sorrow the companion…people caught blind-sided, causing great pain.

Every encounter, is our invitation to rise. Even in the karmic explosions of relationship. Beneath there is a passage and it is guided by love. Love isn’t passive, it asks bold steps in the beat and virtue of our own heart and sometimes to walk in integrity with yourself, is the turning away! But speak up, sweet child - she says.

We are heading towards the Leo full moon. This is a course correction of tides. If we‘d only that all our answers are found in our unclouded love for ourselves. Not the egoic kind of love, but a love that sings of guardianship.

This moon is able to catapult you out of self-doubt, and self-sabotage, into right relationship and self-love & -compassion.

Self-love is service to the whole!

Inner Child healing extravaganza.

Energy Transmission: The Face of your innocence
Find link in Bio.

Grande Amor 🪽

29/01/2026

There is a disease alive on this planet, home in most families, in the ways we look at each other, home in the quick answers & overriding ourselves, home in the trembling systems of our society, home in our overdoing & exhaustion & the consistent holding in the structure of the mind. Home in the sadness of our inner child. When our experience was disregarded & perhaps even misdirected with blame. We enter the realm of self-sabotage & internal gaslighting, unconsciously withholding ourselves a life in beauty, in right relationship with the flow of life.

And it is called mistrust, reflected in the clouds of doubts of our interior landscape, in the unique story of our upbringing. It is home in our ways of relating, every time we do not act in integrity, fall back into self-abandonement, the energy is felt, and creates further mistrust.

The river is rising for your entry.

This Sunday, we bath in love.
Release the heavy holding & open our hands in the labor of love.
Changing of tides, and our ship towards the rising of the Great Eastern Sun.

The Lands Of Trust
Sun 01/02/26, 5:30pm
Talk, Ritual & Gong Resonance

The first get-together of our regular monthly gatherings, to enjoy, relax, and enter into conversation with each other. It’d be a joy to have you with us!

27/01/2026

The winds of the sages have risen.

May we open our hands to & for the labor of LOVE.

Let the whirlwinds carry away, what was never meant to stay.

The table set, may we all find our place in the fellowship of man.

Heart-to-heart 🪽 Jil

#144

03/01/2026

From ground-breaking revelations to all-forgetting overwhelm, and new riverbeds of nourishment. Cancerian blessings. Getting more comfortable with dying, every time realization lands.

Glad somewhere in between, these words left.

Excerpt of my first Substack entrance.

‚My heart is tender.

And I am realizing it will stay that way.

Always all-feeling, always on the cusp of my own faith, always naked & true. There is days, I fall prey to my own fear, for how in the world will I be able to tend to life. A mother of two, in a new country, with huge responsibilities & little physical capacity.

People eat me alive without bad intentions, they throw me off guard, deep into confusion, without bad intentions. I am never indifferent.

A bright heart has always company, & demands its solitude to digest the hearts of the world.

…‘

Tomorrow we begin in love. 🪽🤍🪽

30/12/2025

I was reflecting a lot lately, how the worlds of others, habits & even depression can be accommodated inside of us.

Carried further, firing loops harming from within.

How the projection of others, a thought of mistrust, can stick?

Why does it stick?

And how could it be, that I allowed, my pure actions to be polluted by the mistrust of the other, turning to questioning myself.

One realization was - empaths do good with ego.

And I found the answer in the face of my innocence. In the story of my inner child, in the pain, that still backfired from the times, we were naked to the insanity of the suffering of others.

If we have not reclaimed our innocence, self-sabotage will be at play in the subtlest ways. Filled with the self-doubt, mistrust of you perception, guidance…etc.
All of this flows into ‚These Hands‘ - I am so excited to open space for us. To share my method, to have more of us tapping into the splendor of their inner well.

The transmission is already speaking itself.

A reclamation of the land of trust, inside of us.

A rebirth with Venus & Mars in the light of the sun on 6/01. The closing of the holy nights. Same love - deeper embodiment & new vitality.

04/01 - 11/01 These Hands
-7 day voyage of centering Self-Love [online]

11/01 - A pearl has stolen a grain of sand
- meditative journey of sound and spoken word into the timeless mystical beauty of early Sufi and Hindu poetry and composition.

27/01 Heaven on Earth - Neptune enters Aries
Visionaries, Revolutionaries, Dreamers & Poets around the Table. Talk & Dinner here at the yellow castle.
[Quinta da Faianca - limited space]

Artists In Residence - every 2nd Friday [Femme// Quinta da Faianca & online]

1:1 Sessions 90min
Mentorship // Energy Transmission // Systemic Constellation // Relational Healing // Art & Altar installation

The Blue Rennaissance - Mothership rising [March 2026]

27/12/2025

It once almost cost me my life.

The all-feeling. When all my stories & the entanglement of guilt/ shame / blame were alive, still inside me, things easily stick. Hearts and sorrow of the world find comfort in your landscape.

There was a time, all found place inside me.

And I was good in holding.

Never indifferent and always processing.

Good in judging myself.

Suffering, with the weight of the world inside of me, and the battlefield of a spiritual war upon me.

I was good in self-blame. Compassion for the entire world, but me.

Creating suffering, upon suffering.

The greatest of all suffering occurs when you refuse to have compassion for yourself, as you are experiencing any kind of suffering. Compassion is to be so closely held by yourself, that no separation can remain within you. To refuse yourself this embrace when you are already suffering, immeasurably amplifies the pain, you are already experiencing. - Quan Yin

Guilt & the sea of self-doubt are the great inviters for more suffering. And they are the keys to your liberation.

[These Hands] became my initiation & is a beautiful co-creation of Quan Yin & the waters &
myself.

Let’s voyage together 💙

THESE HANDS
04/01-11/01
To hold yourself so closely, that no separation can remain within you.

23/12/2025

Grief & Love are sharing one cup.
Self-doubt & Power drink from the same cup.

An orientation & a statement for the beginning of this coming year.

Self-love at center, is - the healing of the world.

7-days of artful centering. Within the halls of your home & the light of accountability.

> method to build your own empowered structure
> daily inspiration for reflection & nourishment
> cleaner eating
> Venus Cazimi 6/01 - Energy Transmission for releasing from long periods of suffering, harshness, and self-doubt
> online community space

THESE HANDS
Self-empowered, devotional voyage of 7-days.
77€

Come, fall in love with your own hands.

Write me.

💙 Jill

19/09/2025

Know, what your are fighting for.

For those of us who walk with ISIS will find her throne, in this piece. Rooted within water, as above so below. Intimate with the cosmic archives.

I started this piece, 4,5 years ago, on the cliffs of Praia da Aguda, here in Portugal. The land, where my body finally made a deep sigh, discovering temples I received in visions long before, where I encountered the beach, I had walked every night in my dreamspace. I was easily clearvoyant and in love with the land and it’s people.

Little did I know, that the story woven within this piece, will be my very own story of empowerment. 4 years of burning, 4 years of remembering and reclaiming the sovereignty and my voice as a mother.

My seat. My art.

And within the great-undoing & even forgetting about this land, she called me back.

And here we are, living one with her, one with every stone, one with the rivers and the streams. With the gods close, & the trees, my elders.

I could have not ever imagined the journey of the past years. A voyage telling about the great imbalance & the empowerment of a mother, the strength & the resilience of marching for freedom of her family. The reclamation and the return to my voice & trust into my deep knowing as woman, as mother, walking within my dharma.

And now this Piece is waving goodbye.
The soil beneath me turned golden & it demands closure of this storyline & my earlier creations.

Making space for the light that now wants to be woven onto the tapestry of life.

This Piece holds the codes & frequency of empowerment, sovereignty & freedom.

If it hasn’t found a home for someone on its journey, by Sunday. It will be offered to the fire.

🧿🧿🧿

Always remember, women, art is the fiber you are made of - refuse to be put in the walls of the art world.

We thrive for peace, for freedom and for art as identity.