​Prioritising your highest purpose is in fact prioritising pure love and joy.

Not the ordinary romantic love and joy you see so many around you strive for in their relationships and life, but the highest kind of love and joy. Love and joy that exceeds all pain and has the power to end all suffering. Love and joy that diminishes all fear and doubt.

Divine love and joy. Unconditional love and joy. Heavenly blissful love and joy. All-inclusive love and joy. Love and Joy with a capital L and J. Love that sparks Joy, and Joy that radiates Love. Love and joy that guides you home to yourself and has a ripple effect on all whose life you touch all across the world.

​Prioritising your highest purpose is therefore not just prioritising your own love and joy, it is prioritising the pure love and joy you will bring into the world and change people's life with.

Isn't that exciting?

Dear brother and sister,

​Do you ever feel pinched off or out of alignment?
As if you are swimming upstream of fighting a battle with an invisible force?
​
There are many reasons we can pinch ourself off from the core of our truth and forget the powerful creator that we are. And, in contrast to what many others will say, returning to this truth does not have to be hard.

But it does require awareness.
For what you are not aware of you cannot change.

What pinched me off of this truth for so long was my desire for the loving strong arms of a Divine Man around me. With the desire there, but not having the pleasure of actually feeling them, I felt a deep yearning in my heart, body and soul for something I could, at the time, not even put into words. How can one miss someone whom you have never even met? This desire was so strong, it hurt. And more than once I ended up looking for love in all the wrong places.

This emotional pain was a huge energy leak.
And it was preventing me from living my purpose.

Eventually, I was able to see how the relationship with my father reflected my relationship with men, money and authority. While the relationship with my mother reflected my relationship with love, romance and intimacy. Seeing this, allowed me to see through the illusions of my own social conditioning, realign myself with the truth of who I am and begin the creation of a life, relationship and business in vibrational alignment with my soul’s mission to contribute to a better world.

This is my desire for you, too.

That you - whether you desire to better yourself, your love life, your financial situation or even the world - are able to see what I learned to see and will find the strength to do what I learned to do to realign yourself with yourself, change the narrative of your own story and receive what you fully deserve: 

A life filled with pure divine love, ecstatic pleasure and conscious prosperity in ways that please you and contribute to a better world. 

Thank you for showing up for your personal evolution and expansion.
With every person making this shift we are making the world a more beautiful place for all!!

​xo Nicole

​“Wake up, wake up! Don’t go back to sleep!”
“What is it?” I ask them. “Go outside and meet us there.”
It’s 6AM. It’s dark. And it’s cold. How easy would it be to just turn around and pretend I hadn’t heard. But I couldn’t do that. Not anymore. Not after all we had gone through together and all the beauty they had guided me to. I step out of bed, get myself into yesterday’s jeans and sweater and slip out the door.
“Now what?”
“The cemetery...”
I turn to my right and start walking. It is a clear morning. Not a cloud in the sky. Stars shining bright as ever. I turn left and then right again, now approaching the large steel gates.
“Why the cemetery?”, I ask out loud.
“Because this used to be your biggest fear and we want you to understand how far you have come.” As I walk through the gates and onto the land of the death, the full moon appears in my view; her beauty taking my breath away. For a brief moment I pause, taking in the full scope of the scenario that is playing itself out. A woman. At the cemetery. During full moon. Talking to energy beings from another realm. Wait? What?! How could this be happening?! Was this not something we used to get killed for?
I smile at the moon as I continue my walk amidst the stones. “You ladies are good”, I mumble underneath my breath, still in awe of the freedom we have today even if it feels so very different sometimes.
“Now what?”
“Now you listen. For we have things to say....”

I stare across the rolling green hills of the Celtic land towards the ocean behind it.

Its a quiet evening and can I hear the waves crashing against the rugged cliffs in the distance. What a difference with the sandy dunes and beaches I grew up with in The Netherlands.
“Do you ever miss home?” people asked me.
“No. Home is where the heart is. And right now, my heart is here.”
But the whispers of my soul continued to call me forth. Another chapter was waiting for me and I knew it. These Celtic lands, however, had activated a remembrance within me I could not quite put into words. A remembrance of a part of me that was otherworldly, mysterious, untamed, wild and free. A part of me that felt raw and rugged and real like the very land I stood on. I desired to give this part of me a nickname somehow. Capture her essence for me to never forget when it was time to leave these lands, as well as provide others with a name they could actually remember and spell correctly. But I did not quite know how. And until then, I could not go.
"It will come", I heard them say.
And in that I trusted.

​​Fresh ocean air fills my lugs as I breath in deeply. The lack of artificial lights allowed for the milkyway to display itself in full depth and colour. As always, the star sign of Orion catches my eye and for a brief moment I feel a stirring in the air. The first time I had felt this stirring it had freaked me out. With my heart racing in my chest I had tried to decipher what was happening and what I was sensing. Now I knew. And I was no longer afraid. 
In full surrender I close my eyes to savour the moment. A gentle breeze kisses my cheeks. Quiet nights like these were rare out here on the peninsula. It was called wild west Wales for a reason. Strong winds and gusty storms were the norm. But I did not care. This raw and rugged beauty was what I had fallen in love with the moment I had arrived. It turned me on and made me feel alive. Yet, the stillness this evening was particularly present. And for a brief moment I wonder if I had slipped into another dimension without noticing. The cold penetrating my jumper convinces me I have not and signals me it is time for bed instead.
As I turn around to walk back to my tent a feeling of anticipation fills me up from within. What would there be in store for me? What would the unknown bring? I quickly zip up my tent, change into my pj's and get under the covers. Happy with where I am now and eager for what is ahead, I fall asleep.

"It’s The Celtic Goddess", I hear from within, "It’s The Celtic Goddess". 
Shaken awake by something I cannot see I open my eyes. A red flashing ball of light is being thrown at me from the other side of my tent. I feel a strange drowsiness come over me as I fall back to sleep.
"It’s The Celtic Goddess", I hear again, "It’s The Celtic Goddess". 
I wake up a second time. All is normal in my tent. The darkness of the night surrounds me as if nothing happened. But the sensation in my body tells another story.
"Who is this? And what do you mean with The Celtic Goddess?" I ask telephatically.
​I trust. I feel. I listen. I surrender. I allow them to speak to me in ways that go beyond any rational understanding. And then ... it clicks. That otherworldly, mysterious, untamed, wild and free part of me ... is me. It is my true nature. It is my essence. And  ... The Celtic Goddess.

Wales (UK), 24 June 2016 

I curl up in my seat as the bus leaves the station. What the hell is going on?!
It had been a crazy 24 hours already and I could not shake the feeling that there was more to come. I was on my way to St. Davids, a tiny city in the far west end of Wales and an extremely rural part of the country. I had no idea why I wanted to go there, but when I had opened Google Maps the day before it had caught my eye immediately. I didn't have to think twice when I found myself a place to stay right on the square. It was high season and to have a place like that still being available was a miracle on its own. When the booking was finalised I had felt a shift in my energy field, as if I had just made one of the most important decisions of my life. On top of that I had woken up feeling excited and energy had been spiralling in and around me like crazy. There was no denying it; something was brewing in the big web of my life. 

I stare out of the window. The concrete city of Haverfordwest is making way for the green lands of Pembrokeshire. I love this place already. So calming and soothing. Just what I need. Almost a year I had been on the road now. A year of living and working all around Europe as a nomad. It had been fun and exciting and I loved how I was being guided from one place to another and always managed to get around and find my way. Living out of a suitcase and discovering you really do not need much to be happy, had also been liberating. But after 10 months the pace of it all started to catch up with me and I longed for a break.

As the bus makes its way down to a stunning pebble beach, I read the sign: Newgale. The pale grey and pink colours of the soft round stones are mesmerising and I sit up straight to have a good look around. I instantly feel another energy shift. Something is happening. Something big. By the time we pass the beach and drive up the curve, tears well up. I am crying? Why am I crying? I screen the landscape and my psychic channel is wide open. I look at the ocean, glittering bright in the sunlight. Then I look at the rugged cliffs surrounding the bay and the green rolling hills beyond them. My eyes lock with the view. My vision! This is it! This is the land of my vision!  For a moment I stop breathing as everything around me drops into silence. Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? 

Dazed and in awe, I sink back into my seat. I take a deep breath. A sense of belonging washes over me, accompanied by the familiar soothing inner voice I came to love so much: "Welcome home", she whispers, "Welcome home."

The bus covers it's final stretches to my destination for today. "Next stop New Street, St. Davids", the bus driver echoes. With my cheeks still wet, I pull up my suitcase and get off the bus. I had arrived. Finally, I had arrived.