It was June 22nd, a golden summer evening. The air was warm, the world quiet, and yet, something stirred. On my way home from visiting a close friend, a name suddenly appeared in my mind. Healing Her. It felt like a whisper, as if the universe had spoken directly into my heart. I wasn’t planning to start a business. In fact, my life felt like a storm of endings. My job as a graphic designer and communications adviser had come to a close, and soon after, I lost my apartment. The ground beneath me seemed to disappear, leaving only one thing I knew with certainty: I had to go. I had to travel. I had to follow the pull eastward, to Asia. Just a few weeks later, with no clear plan and only intuition as my compass, I boarded a plane to Bangkok. Afraid, yet determined. Little did I know of what was going to unfold for me… 

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In those first weeks, I savored the freedom, the sense of adventure, the sun-drenched beaches, and the incredible people I met along the way. Yet, amidst all the beauty and joy, one thought kept returning to me. I couldn’t stop thinking about that name: Healing Her. I still remember riding my motorbike along the bumpy, winding roads through the mountains of Koh Tao, the wind brushing my face, the sun beginning to dip behind the hills. I stopped at a small restaurant with a panoramic view, and as my gaze swept over the lush landscape below. I imagined myself offering healing to women. A wave of euphoria surged through me, and I began to cry — soft, trembling tears of awe and recognition. In that moment, I knew I had to take it seriously. I had to do something with this. So I asked the universe to show me the way.

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Sophie Sun

Not long after, Sophie Sun appeared on my path, and the pull I had been feeling suddenly became unmistakable — like a beacon calling me toward my next step in this unfolding journey. Sophie Sun was offering a Kundalini Activation facilitator training in Bali. From my hostel room in Koh Tao, I set up my laptop on a small wooden desk next to the window to have a video call with her. A poor wifi connection and a lot of noise from the streets didn’t stop us. “Can I do this? Is this for me? Have I done enough healing to heal others?” I asked, my heart full of both excitement and fear, as it felt like a big responsibility to me. Sophie’s smile shone through the screen as she said, “The energy calls those who are ready. On Thursday, I’m giving a Kundalini session. Join it, and you will receive the answers you need.” And so I did. During that session, an intense activation stirred through me, and a gentle, feminine energy whispered: “Hello darling, you can definitely do this if you want to.” From that moment, I knew. A few days later, during a cacao ceremony, I pulled the card: “You see clearly now.” The universe had spoken — this was my path.

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​​​​9119 on 11 September

After a year and two weeks, I returned to my roots, flying to Amsterdam. I remember registering Healing Her with the Chamber of Commerce — it was September 11th, and my registration number ended in 9119, a syncronicity confirming that one cycle ends, and another begins. A cycle of guiding you to reclaim your true self and step into your own radiance and sovereignty, come home to the wholeness of your being.

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Feminine Sanctuary

Every step, every synchronicity, every tear of awe has led me here: to hold space for you.​ What began as a name floating through the summer night has unfolded into a living temple, woven from devotion, remembrance, and love. Healing Her is not just mine — it belongs to all of us. It is a sanctuary for the feminine, a remembrance of the sacred, and a homecoming to the soul. Wherever you are on your journey, this sanctuary awaits you with open arms. Welcome, beloved one. The doorway is open. There is a place for you in this sanctuary of women walking this same path as you. Your soul has already found its way home.

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