It raises a question I’ve carried for years: why don’t we say what we actually feel?
Why are our actions so often trauma-led instead of soul-led?
I include myself in this. I do it too, every day.

And the deeper question underneath that one: why doesn’t the real thing win?
Why does the louder, less true thing so often drown out the pure one?

And yet, when I listen, from my soul and from the souls around me, the answer is always the same: that’s not actually true.

We just don’t trust enough yet. We’re only asked to believe in love a little more. I move too far into fear myself, some days, instead of trusting my soul completely. This isn’t a criticism, of myself or anyone. It’s not a “should.” It’s simply an explanation of how our reality works.

We won’t see love win out there until we trust it more in here. And that trust can only be built from the inside. So however much my mind wants to point outward, at the world, at other people, at what’s “wrong out there,” I can only experience that outward conflict to the degree it’s still unresolved within me.

That’s confronting. It’s also true. And….it’s freeing.

Because it means I’m not powerless against what moves me most. It means there’s something real for me to do, work I actually have the power to do. Work I believe, in fact, I’m here to offer the world.

So the real question becomes: where can I free my soul even more? Not mostly trust her. Not almost all the way. Completely.

I believe new worlds are born from energy, from frequency. Everything in this reality exists to help us fine-tune the energy within us, closer and closer to our soul’s frequency.

So instead of making it complicated or frustrating, or something that feels undoable, the question can simply turn inward: how can the pure thing win even more in me?
I believe I'll come a long way just by trusting it wholeheartedly.

It made me realise something I have known since I was young: I am an entrepreneur. Following my soul has always required autonomy. Freedom. Space to do things my way.

So let me share a piece of my story with you. Not because yours will look anything like mine. But because I want you to feel the fire of it. That feeling of: this is what I love, this is what I have to offer. Because when you feel that, nothing can stop you. And that is exactly what our soul needs from us.

Twenty years ago, freshly graduated as a psychologist, I started working on the closed psychiatric ward in Maastricht. It became clear to me very quickly: what I had learned in my training in clinical and biological psychology was not how I could truly help people. What actually helped, in the deepest moments of crisis, came from somewhere far more profound. From the soul.

Thousands of sessions later, working with people all over the world, this has only become clearer. When we experience psychological distress, emotional pain, or physical pain, what is present underneath is a disconnection from the soul. And that pain is not the enemy. It is a guide, leading us back to our most authentic self.

Everything we do at ‘Not Your Average Psychic’ is rooted in this: softening and lightening the experience of being human. Helping people remember who they truly are, bringing magic back in, and understanding what we are here to do on this earth.

In 2012, I was 29, I started my own practice. Working within the mental health system as a GZ psychologist no longer felt like the place where I could live my soul’s mission. So one day, I handed in my resignation. My environment was not exactly cheering me on. Don’t give up such a good job. You worked so hard for this. But my heart was clear. I wanted something truer in my connection with people. And honestly, starting my own practice, building something from scratch, felt like an exciting challenge.

I opened my practice as an ‘energetic psychologist’. One foot out of the closet, let’s say. From day one, people found me. At the time it felt natural. Looking back I sometimes think: how? But I also know: it was simply deeply aligned with my soul’s mission.

I worked a lot. I gave individual sessions, taught mindfulness trainings in the evenings, and trained mindfulness teachers across the country. And then there was my out-of-hand hobby: teaching yoga in between. A typical day looked like morning sessions in my practice, a yoga class late afternoon, a mindfulness training in the evening. But I loved it.

A few months in, I added retreats. I had attended one myself and came home thinking: I want to do this, my own version. Retreats gave me space to bring together everything I love: being a host, beautiful and unique locations, wonderful food, and deep transformation.

My practice was at home. I turned the space entirely over to the mission. Group sessions happened in my living room, and afterwards I would put away all the meditation cushions. What I was doing always felt like something bigger than work. A mission. An extension of who I am. And that was visible in every corner of that room.

The more me, the more personal, the better. That is what I believe. And you will always find a way. Don’t make it complicated. Just start. Organise it in your own living room. From there, everything begins to flow.

This is one of the things we pass on in our Spiritual Entrepreneur programme.

Your soul is not waiting for the perfect conditions. It is waiting for you to trust and say yes.

I honestly can’t remember a time when, as a little girl, I didn’t look at relationships and think: this feels way too constructed to me. Later, as an adult, I would catch myself at weddings during the vows looking around thinking: does nobody else feel the who’s kidding who? Haha.

To me, it has always felt deeply true that there can be multiple soulmates in your life. People who cross your path at exactly the right moment to remind you of something within yourself. Of what else is still alive in your soul. Just like your children, your deepest friendships, or even your pets, they are all guides. We need each other to come closer to our deepest potential.

I also believe that love strengthens love. That the love for one soulmate doesn’t diminish the love for another, but actually makes it even clearer. We all have unique roles to fulfill in each other’s lives. That’s why I don’t really believe in the idea that one person has to be everything for you or carry every layer of your growth. Especially not through all the different phases of life.

Because this has always felt so true to me, and because honesty is such a huge value for me, I’ve previously been in an open relationship.

Over the past few years, I had put that part of myself in the freezer a little bit. Also because there was still a fear somewhere of fully committing myself to someone (and I’m not saying that fear has completely disappeared ;-)). But through the move to Ibiza, I could feel more and more deeply: I’m denying something that is essentially part of who I am.

That love is allowed to be much freer than we’ve been taught.
That there don’t have to be so many rules around love, exclusivity, or connection.
And that being honest about what is truly there creates a far more beautiful world.

I can feel it: my soul doesn’t want to go back anymore.

For me, love feels most real in freedom.
And that knowing is something I’m ready to fully own and live again.

In September 2025, I went to Ibiza for a few days, simply to feel whether it was already time to make the move.

In the weeks before leaving, so many people had told me: “Finding a house in Ibiza? Good luck with that. It’ll probably be impossible.” Of course, hearing that did something to my trust… and at the same time, not really. It wouldn’t be the first time my soul opened a door that others thought could never open.

While I was there, I received news that someone I had worked with years ago, also in Ibiza, had passed away. That collaboration had been intense, to say the least.

From the moment I met him, alarm bells went off inside of me. I could feel there was too much ego involved in the way he worked as a retreat facilitator, and the way he behaved around vulnerable young women made me suspect he wasn’t unfamiliar with crossing boundaries when it suited him. I know, quite the judgment. But later on, stories came out that confirmed exactly what I had sensed at the time.

Even back then, it didn’t stop me from holding up mirrors to him during the retreat itself. The high point, or low point depending on how you look at it 😉, came when I confronted him about something, and he responded by yelling at me in the middle of the group like a small child, storming off dramatically, and jumping loudly into the swimming pool. To cool off, I assume.

Despite everything, I still tried to reconnect with him afterward. I even gave him a reading at the end of those days together. During that session, his deceased father came through in such a raw and beautiful way, exposing his pain and telling him exactly what needed healing. The tears he cried during that moment felt real, but not long after, I watched him put the mask back on again.

And now he was no longer here. At least not in his earthly form anymore, not in the character he got to play here on earth.

The news hit me harder than I expected, partly because I could feel something between us still wasn’t complete. Apparently, he felt the same, because during the days that followed, his soul was very present around me. Loving, funny, and honestly… slightly annoying at times 😄. He challenged me constantly.

He kept guiding me toward being more fully myself, and according to him, the energy of Ibiza was helping me do exactly that. I could also feel he wanted to restore something between us. I just didn’t yet know what his plan was.

On my second-to-last day, I planned to go to a dance class, but the moment I got into the car, I could feel him redirecting me.

Go to the yoga class nearby instead.

There was indeed a studio close by that had caught my attention before, though I had never actually gone in. And while I probably wouldn’t have followed his advice very quickly when he was still in his earthly body, now I somehow knew I was supposed to listen. So I went to yoga.

After class, the teacher casually asked me, “But… don’t you live here already?”

I laughed. “Not yet. But I’m planning to.”

Then I asked her if she happened to know of any places to stay. She told me there was a WhatsApp group where housing opportunities were sometimes shared, but you could only join through invitation. She offered to introduce me.

That sounded like a very good idea to me.

The next morning, I was woken up by my new soul friend. Far too early, if you ask me. It was 7 AM, and whenever I don’t have children around, I enjoy staying up late and sleeping in.

But there he was again.

Turn on your phone, he said.

For a second I panicked. Was something wrong back home?

I grabbed my phone and a few minutes later, a message appeared in the housing group I had joined the day before. A house available for the coming months.

And honestly, I already knew. This was why he had woken me up.

I replied to the message at 7:10 AM.

That same afternoon, at 3 PM, after viewing the house, I knew I had found my place to live in Ibiza for the coming months. And not just any place. A dream place.

That evening, I boarded my flight back to the Netherlands carrying a deep knowing: the doors to the Ibiza adventure had officially opened. ✨

The call of my soul to settle in Ibiza, step by step, cracked open quite a few fears… and at the exact same time, some deep desires. I’ll share more about that in another piece (yes, consider this your first cliffhanger 😉), but let me take you back to how I ended up here in the first place.

For a few years, there was this quiet but persistent feeling: we’re going to move abroad.
The only thing was… my soul kept the location a mystery. But she did share one detail:
Whenever I asked for a hint during meditation, I would get one clear image: a palm tree.
Well, I was definitely on board with that 🌴. That meant we were heading towards something warmer. But for the rest: still no clue.

Until February 2025.

I opened Instagram one day and found myself staring into the eyes of a puppy. My heart immediately opened up and I instantly felt, he belongs to our family. He had been found on the streets of Ibiza and was looking for a home.

Before I even had time to think, I had already sent a message to the organization:
“I know my way with rescue dogs. We already have one, and I believe this one belongs with us as well.”

And then, naturally, about five seconds later:
What the f… did I just do?

There I was, living in an apartment in Utrecht, not having discussed this with my partner at all… casually adopting a second dog from Ibiza.

I comforted myself with the thought that I probably wouldn’t stand a chance anyway. The puppy had hundreds of likes, so surely he was already taken.

Based on what I felt in my heart, I should have known better 😉

The next day, I got a message asking when I was available to jump on a call.
And I (again) knew.
He was ours.

So, as a surprise for my oldest daughter’s birthday, I decided to book a weekend to Ibiza, so we could pick up Arnold ourselves, instead of having him transported.

We arrived in Ibiza, walked out of the airport…and Luka (who has definitely seen a palm tree before in her life) suddenly shouted:

“Mom, look, a palm tree!!”

And that’s when it clicked.

Oh…
It’s Ibiza.

This is where our soul wants us to be.

That feeling was only confirmed the next day when we went to pick up Arnold. The moment I held him in my arms, I heard his higher self say:

“You thought you were coming to pick me up… but I’m here to guide you home to Ibiza.”

Well. That settled it.
And suddenly I remembered,the very first time I ever came to Ibiza, 12 years ago, I had this feeling: I’m going to live here one day.
I had completely forgotten about it.
Until now.

After the summer of 2025, I went back to Ibiza for a few days, just to feel if it was time to start settling there, at least part-time.

And… I came back with a house I could rent.

It showed up in the most unexpected way (yes, cliffhanger number two 😏), and just like that…

The adventure began.