It doesn't always go the way you hope

Actually, I had never really had any problems with entrepreneurship, my first company had a flying start and sometimes things seemed to go almost automatically. However, my new idea totally flopped and I didn't sell anything at all. After two months of trying, I gave up.

I needed benefits to make ends meet. After the summer, another blow followed. October 10 was my last working day and the rest of the year my agenda was empty. Without any bright spot on the horizon, with only deteriorating situations. I was up.

It was necessary to come to a complete standstill, not to look in panic for other sources of income and to come back to the core in order to gain new insights for the future. Because I wanted to fill my time at home in a positive way, I decided to start a blog on Instagram in which I share my knowledge about and experiences with spirituality. I was showered with light and love.

Where my Instagram feed was first filled with photoshopped photos and unhealthy food, I was now confronted every day with people who motivate each other, share knowledge and, above all, respect each other. The reactions under posts were only sweet and positive and the people I met through my account were all an enrichment. At that moment I knew it: my new venture will be in the spiritual business.



"I've never met her but still feel a strong connection with her"

Spirituality

Several of my relatives, both on my father's and mother's side, were clairvoyant. So spirituality has never been weird in my family and I've never found it weird myself. My first memories with spiritual matters were therefore early in my childhood.

As a child I was always busy being a witch. Making concoctions, dressing up, you name it. It got even better when I got a witch as a babysitter. This woman, who had studied wicca, among other things, took me into all kinds of spiritual activities. Making fire, picking herbs and making tea, collecting treasures from nature and making works of art with them (which were allowed to stand in the living room until the woodworms came out) and when I got older also moon rituals and the sacrifice of (found dead) animals.

My first experience with divining rods was when I was about 8 years old. This was at the Heksehoeve in Appelscha. With two bent pieces of electrical wire we went looking for water. Proof of the existence of magic was delivered before my own eyes and by my own hands. Here something has been triggered in me, I will never forget the moment.

When my brother was 16 he got a beautiful, shiny gear moped for his birthday. Not much later the thing was stolen from the garden. Naturally, he was devastated. My father walked around with a pendulum looking for the thing. When I think back on it now, I secretly have to laugh a little.

The whole family has its floaty traits, by the way. My grandmother regularly visited a medium, both unfortunately passed away. But this woman's best friend (also spiritually gifted) is still visited by several family members, including myself. In addition to commuting, my father was also very good at magnetizing.

My mother's great-grandmother, known in the family as grandma, turned 102. Sadly passed away before I was born, so I never met her in physical life. She was clairvoyant. Her most famous prediction was drawings of the Berlin Wall that she made long before it was built.

My father's grandmother, Grandma Ligthart, was also clairvoyant. In the astral world she was known as Esther. I never met her but still feel a strong connection with her. She and Grandma are undoubtedly part of my companions on the other side.

Spiri Soph was born

The next time my payout came in, I looted half of it to buy gems. That's what I started with. After working myself into financial trouble a little deeper, the first order came in. I had hope for the future but also knew I still had a lot to learn.

I fully invested my payment of the following month in a process with a business coach. It was time for me to take serious steps. I am extremely grateful to my parents and boyfriend for taking care of me during this period, because I literally had nothing left.

A few months later I was a lot wiser but I still couldn't live on the income from my new company. The limited space in my small house prevented me from expanding and growing. My dear grandfather passed away and although he was not rich, he left a small legacy. I decided to invest this legacy in a wooden vending cart known as the Tiny Shop on Wheels.

From there I was able to expand my offer, and therefore also my income. For months I invested every euro I earned in new inventory, courses, software, packaging material, business coaches, masterclasses, e-books, trajectories and so on.

A new beginning

Is never easy. It took me a while to find my true essence. Sometimes you start with something that you don't support later. The first year consisted of trying out. Testing what works, what I like, what makes others happy, what brings in money, and so on. I found it quite difficult to find the balance between helping other people a step further by pursuing my passion and making money. Ultimately, a company must be profitable.

The moment it 'clicked' for me was when the corona measures were lifted little by little. It was again possible to meet people in person. Immediately my 'organizational heart' started beating faster. The first retreat followed not much later.

In addition to Spiri Soph, the hospitality and event industry has also scrambled up again after the Corona crisis. My other company Horeca 020 has therefore started again. By combining these two I can get by again without needing benefits. Finally standing on your own feet again.

I want to bring together my passion for event organization and spirituality. Connecting with each other, nature, your deepest self and skilled guides. I get so much energy from bringing together a community of like-minded people. Being the connecting factor between people and guiding them in profound processes and transformations is special and feels like a calling.

A view on the future