30/10/2024
This weekend at the Malmö Ta**ra Festival, I led a ceremony called Healing the Masculine Wound, held exclusively for women.
Over 60 women attended, each carrying experiences of wounds inflicted by the masculine.
My wife began by guiding them into the depths of these wounds, as I stood silently at the center of their circle. With each wound named, the women stepped closer, their sadness, anger, and frustration growing more intense, as I embodied the role of masculine that was the root of the wounds.
Standing there, I felt the weight of being the silent receiver of their projections of fear, hate, sadness.
Throughout my life, I have contributed to such wounds myself
- I have lied
- withheld emotions
- taken love for granted
- failed to express gratitude
- undermined feelings.
But as the ceremony continued, I spoke from a place of divine masculine presence, letting them hear the truth:
All I ever wanted was to love you
All I ever wanted was to see you smile
All I ever wanted was to hold you
Their tears revealed the depth of understanding—that our mistakes don’t stem from wanting to harm but from our own wounded places.
This doesn’t mean that we men can be passive; it means we have to take full responsibility to stop creating wounds, consciously or unconsciously.
My journey has transformed from wounding to creating spaces of healing.
By the end, the room was filled with gratitude and a shared readiness for relationships rooted in trust and alignment. When men commit to self-honesty and integrity, alignment between thought, words and actions, relationships shift into deeper trust, intimacy, and love.
The type of relationship we all truly long for.
Thank you brave women for showing up, for doing the work and choosing a life in alliance.