My name is Benedicte Marié, a 28-year-old woman, born in the quiet embrace of Norway’s western shores, where the fjords touch the mountains and the earth whispers ancient truths. I am devoted to the sacred art of living—of loving, healing, relating, and simply being—in the fullness of spirit.

I move with the tides of a Cancer sun — soft, intuitive, and forever listening to the silent language of the soul. The golden flame of my Leo ascendant rises, radiant and bold, not to overpower but to guide, inviting others to shine their own untamed light. Within me, a Libra moon sings in silken threads, forever weaving harmony and beauty into each word, each touch, each sacred space I create.

As a Manifesting Generator with a 2/4 profile, I flow between swift creation and tender contemplation, gathering threads of inspiration from both solitude and connection. Mine is a path of weaving — between the seen and unseen, the physical and the mystical — trusting the dance of life to guide me ever closer to the heart of what is true.

My heart’s calling is to touch, and to be touched, by the endless waves of wisdom, beauty, and wonder that dance through every soul, every moment, and every breath we share. In the vastness of existence, I seek to awaken to the divine presence woven into all that is.

I offer my medicine through words that awaken what has been forgotten — stirring the hidden chambers of the heart. Through touch, I listen with my hands, meeting the body’s unspoken stories and guiding the subtle energies within — allowing space for release, softening, and reweaving. In the flow of subtle currents, I guide the unseen waters that runs through the body, restoring harmony and awakening the soul’s own capacity to heal.

I create sacred spaces of beauty and tenderness, where transformation unfolds, and the spirit finds solace in love’s embrace. Through the quiet power of presence—anchored in reverence for the feminine, and the sacred, cyclical rhythms that pulse through the heart of life. For I know that we, too, are born of cycles—woven into the eternal dance of time, of nature, and of the divine.

Life is our practice—the sacred unfolding of who we are beneath the layers of separation and wounds. It is the steady dismantling of what keeps us apart, and the gentle, constant turning toward the heart of our truest, purest essence—where we remember.