I was born in Klerksdorp in South Africa in 1962. My father worked on the gold mines in Stilfontein as a surveyor and draughtsman and my mother was a school teacher. I was the eldest of four children.
When I was very young, we moved to Randburg and then Parkview in Johannesburg where I was close to my maternal grandparents.
My granny was a homemaker involved in many horticultural, artistic, political and charitable affairs. I loved spending time with her during the day, attending all these activities. She taught me to knit and crochet well before the age of 7. She was the daughter of a well-documented Swiss doctor who pioneered cancer research at Wits University. Her wisdom was way beyond her time; a regal, impatient person who did not suffer fools gladly but whom I loved dearly. She was very instrumental regarding my ideas about life in my formative years, especially in her views regarding health and against organised religion.
My grandfather was the chief consulting engineer in charge of most of the gold-, platinum- and coal mines in the then Transvaal in South Africa. He is the only man I have ever truly respected. He had time and tenderness for me when I needed it most. He commanded respect without raising his voice or using profanities. His manners were impeccable. He only answered meaningful questions and spoke when he had something to say.
My mother took me to tap- and modern dancing lessons, sewing up to 12 glitzy costumes every year for the eisteddfod. She supported my love for dancing and later my love for horses. She amazingly took over a horse from a teacher friend for me, which my parents stabled nearby until we moved out to the farm when I was 12.
At the age of 12 we moved to a farm in Magaliesburg where I attended the local Afrikaans school. Sadly that meant the end of my tap dancing career. After learning the language, I did well at school and was a good all-rounder, although I did not excel at sport. I preferred drum majorettes, choir and “volkspele” (Afrikaans folk dancing). I assumed leadership positions without too much effort. I was lazy to study and do homework, though, preferring to be outdoors or to write love letters to my boyfriend. My mother taught at the school, so she found out every time I had not done my best or not done my homework. Otherwise I would perhaps have done less.
I loved the farm and having my horse, Hashan, to escape into the mountains and river with. The culture shock regarding religion in the Afrikaans community left me deeply scarred. As much as I had loved attending the St. Columbas Presbyterian church in Parkview, just as much I detested attending Sunday School in the NG Church in Magaliesburg.
I spent one year at Tukkies – University of Pretoria – studying landscape architecture. I did not finish my degree. I got married at the end of that year and had 4 children. Sadly one of them passed away at the age of 18 months. I did various things to keep my spirits up and bring in a bit of extra money for myself as I moved from mine to mine with my husband. I was a mother and home-maker and very much alone as we moved almost annually, although I made some good friends along the way. My husband was studying, working long hours, often away from home for days at a time and climbing the corporate ladder, so he did not have much time for the family.
In the year 2001, lying in bed with a screw in my ankle after a fall, I made a decision that changed my life. I went for a Numerology reading and then went on to study Numerology. Up to that point, I had been searching for 12 years, looking for meaning in my life after surviving an ordeal in 1989 that the medical profession proclaimed a miracle. It left me physically damaged, but with an inner knowledge that I had not yet finished what I had come to earth to do – that my soul still had a mission to fulfil. It caused turmoil within me though, not knowing what that mission was.
That numerology reading in 2001, which lasted 4 hours, opened a door that I could never again close. Nor did I want to, even though the church advised me to burn everything relating to numerology in an attempt to save my marriage a few years later. I did. I burnt it all and died a slow death over the next few years until I decided I had had enough of denying who I was. Needless to say it did not change anything for the better in my marriage. However, that numerology reading was the turning point and catalyst in my life. I knew what I had come to earth to do, and understood then what role I was to play, although I did not know the specific details. I understood why I had these deep desires to do certain things in life; why I had these stirrings and a passion to understand the mysteries of life and the universe. I realised that Numerology would be the tool I would use to help other people to better understand themselves and their circumstances. At last my life had purpose.
I have been studying and practising Numerology ever since. All that I have experienced in this lifetime qualifies me to have first-hand understanding of many things. I am curious, emotional and intuitive and have learnt to deeply love these traits as they serve me well.
I live in Cape Town in the Western Cape. I have three children who are adults now, and three grandchildren. They are what remind me of miracles. I love delving into the mysteries of life and the universe, reading, blogging, knitting and crocheting (although I have not found time to do this recently) and my latest passion – cryptocurrencies.
My passion is to help people to find meaning in their lives and get through challenges that they have at this point in evolution – a challenging and very unique moment in history.
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