A silent rebel or blood on your face?

In shock, I paused scrolling through my Facebook timeline. Is that blood? On her face? And did she just call it ‘her moonblood’?



Why on earth would she do that?

I read her post and she spoke about embracing her sacred femininity. And aligning with her womanhood.About being vulnerable, sensual, and real.

Sure, if smearing your period blood on your face makes you feel like a real and sensual woman, be my guest.

But why?

Online trend

Days later I started to notice. It’s an online trend. On my socials, I see not only women covered in their own blood. But also women ecstatic dancing, in their underwear. And women crying their eyes out, telling how real and vulnerable they are. Almost all of them are coaches for women. 

Of course, I know there is a marketing tactic here: create a shock effect, be different, rebellious, and let people talk about you (like I do now).

And I started to question.

Is that what I have to do too?

Do I, as a role model for other women, have to share my blood, sweat, and tears (literally!) all over the internet? So that other women get permission to feel liberated too? Because it’s not enough to keep things private?  It’s not enough to be real and different without being provocative? Is this what must be done to let go of our shame, self-inhibition, and reservedness? To feel sensual and vulnerable in a good way?

I hope not.

Silent Rebel

Of course, if this is what you want to do to express yourself, at all means, do. I, on the other hand, see myself as a Silent Rebel. I recently shared a beautiful text on my Facebook about this Silent (Or Quiet) Rebel.

Silent Rebel

When I found this text, it was an Aha-moment for me. Because I finally understood what triggered me in the blood-covered, dancing, and crying women.

  • I’m not sharing my ecstasy and my moonblood with you.
  • I don’t want to rebel and expose myself like that to make a difference.
  • I don’t want to be heard and seen that way.
  • I don’t want to share my privates to feel like a real woman and be a role model.
  • And I don’t want to do that to free myself of my pain, traumas, shame, and guilt.

Au contraire.


I’m a calm person. I listen more than I talk. My superpower is that I see you, and I hear you. And while I am observing, I’m connecting the dots.

I see your pain, your challenges, your inherited traumas. I hear what you might not hear yourself. And I’m able to do that because I don’t make much noise myself.

To set you free from your inner blockages, I will not ask you to dance on a virtual stage, naked. And I won’t do that myself either.

Because, if that is not who you deep down are, and what you crave to do. You just put a mask on and do something which is not in alignment with your well-being and highest good. And that won’t solve anything. Not in the long run, anyway.

Unleash your own inner guru

What needs to happen though is that you become the you that you truly are.  And then do things that fit you. Without tricks and strategies and masks. Just as silent or in other people’s faces as you are meant to be.

And feel good enough like this. Feel empowered and confident like this. Without needing public permission from others to be free.

To help you break through your inner glass ceilings and to let go of inherited intergenerational patterns and deep inner blockages, I will ask you to turn inward and unleash your own personal inner guru.

With help of the Creatrix® process. This process is a female exclusive modality. Designed for women by women. Yes, it means it doesn’t work on men.

This makes this process so different from other processes. A perfect fit for the Silent Rebel that I am 😉. And perhaps a perfect fit for you too. Let’s discover that, shall we?

Just book a personal -no strings attached- Transformation Plan call. We will map the gap between where you are right now and where you want to be, and discuss if Creatrix® will be right for you. Schedule your complimentary meeting by clicking this link:

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