I CAN’T IMAGINE … but then i do …
We are more than a year later—what a year it has been!
But let me not start by telling you about the past.
That’s why I removed the ‘about’ page from this site.
Because really, what use is old information when everything is unfolding fresh, alive, now?
(And let’s be honest, if you read this today, tomorrow it won’t be the same anymore.)
I’m shifting this website into something new—perhaps a blend of a diary and a blog.
At least for as long as it interests me.
Because let’s get one thing straight:
I don’t write for you to read.
I write because my soul wants to write.
And when the soul speaks, it doesn’t ask for an audience.
Yet, if you are here reading this, know this:
The one who writes and the one who reads are ONE and the same.
This is not a place to consume content or engage in superficial talk.
This is a place where words reflect back to you what you already know deep inside,
but maybe have not yet fully realized.
So no, I will no longer spend time on SEO tricks and algorithm games.
I will not squeeze my words into boxes to please machines.
And I will certainly not let social media determine the frequency of my voice.
Instead, I choose to have my own space here—
A space that reflects my own being.
Because I’ve seen it happen—
People watching my videos, not even understanding the language I spoke,
And yet, something inside them woke up.
Not because of me,
but because their own soul spoke through the vibration that is deeper than words can grasp.
And that made me realize:
Listening to my soul is the only thing that matters, the only true LIFE!
Everything else is just noise and illusion.
The Art of Letting Go
The past years have taught me something powerful (many things… but let’s start here):
The things we hold onto are the very things that hold us.
I repeat…
The things we hold onto are the very things that hold us back, that stop us, that keep us bound.
So I stopped holding onto things that do not give me life.
I walked away from obligations that felt like chains.
I stopped chasing things that were never meant to be caught,
things that were just bags of empty dreams.
And I certainly stopped writing for visibility and started writing from invisibility—
From that place where nothing is needed, yet everything flows.
- SOURCE -
Letting go is not about loss.
Letting go is about trusting the movement of life itself.
Letting go is about BEING the movement of life itself.
You can’t lose what is meant for you.
You simply stop clinging to what was never yours in the first place.
And in that space, something else happens—
Life starts moving THROUGH you instead of BY you.
(Do you feel that freedom? Do you feel that space of breath?)
So here I am, writing again.
Not because I decided to,
But because the words simply are.
If you are here, reading this—welcome.
But don’t stay for me.
Stay for you. Stay for us.
Let’s dive deep.
-03-13-25-
“💫 “Nothing in this experience you call ‘reality’ is truly real. The only certainty is that you appeared into form, and one day, form will dissolve. In between, there is an unfolding—a movement, a dream, an illusion.
Yet, beyond the dream, beyond form, beyond even the illusion of ‘you,’ there is only that which simply IS. Not something to hold, not something to grasp—just an endless return into itself.
To awaken is not to cling to the story, but to dissolve into the knowing. And in that dissolving, nothing is lost—only the great rest of being remains.”
🌌 #BeyondIllusion #Awakening #RestInBeing #NothingAndEverything #Oneness #TheDreamerAndTheDream #TimelessTruth #LetItAllGo #DissolveIntoKnowing”
My Love,
I shake my head and smile. I have to be honest—I’ve longed to write here. I’ve longed to share here. My own sacred space, giving words (or at least attempting to) to my holies of holies.
—Yes, I know that most people would refer to that outer female place as "holies of holiest," but that is merely an interpretation of reality. And reality... is not real.—
But at the same time—YES—I will reveal more of myself in these writings, inside and out. Because one cannot exist without the other. Yes, I feel the freedom to talk about beauty—or ugliness— about the normal things of life that matter just as much as the deep dives into being. Because all is ONE.
And yes, I admit—I love playing with the mind, even my own. It has placed itself so high, and no, I don’t need to tear it down. But I do want to spread balance in how we look at this illusion most people still call reality.
I have been thinking for a long time about sharing more of myself—not just my face, but my body. Not in a way that sells flesh (no, I will not start an OnlyFans page), but in a way that holds up a mirror to humanity and whispers:
"This is who you are."
I have never been afraid to shock people. But I have also never needed to. I have loved testing people—just as I have tested myself.
What are you afraid of, Wiesje?
How deep do your belief systems go?
How much shame still lingers in you?
How much of you still bends to please others?
How deeply aware are you of your own true being?
And as I grow older, I laugh more and more at the mind's tolling—mine and others'. I PLAY. Not to win. Not to lose. Simply to play.
I do not play with those who are asleep—at least, I am careful not to. But in this space, my space, I long to shed what still covers me.
Three years ago, I shaved my head. And people were shocked (as if this was something new). Many Africans loved it,because they are used to it. More Westerners resisted it, even my own son, who—just recently—shouted:
"It was ugly, mama! Why did you do that?"
Not because he truly felt that way, but because one of his soccer teammates had thrown an insult:
"Je moeder is een kankerwuf." (your mother is a cancer bitch - f**king whore)
I told my son: "That boy’s words say more about him than they ever could about me."
And I explained: "Shaving my head brought me to my most naked self, my truest core. And I do not regret a single moment of it."
In the same way, I had to confront the fears that lived as scars in my body.
So, when I share pictures of myself in my underwear, I share my naked truth—to the extent my soul asks me to.
And yes, I know that most men will look at it differently. But I also know the deeper truth beyond that.
Where this body moves, in whatever form, its authority spreads simply by its presence.
Yes, I am talking about me.
And no, I am not talking about me.
I am talking about the frequency of my soul, shaped into a female body, placed within this timeframe of humanity—this matrix, this dream.
Is it real? YES and NO.
When it moves, things happen.
Though nothing is happening, everything is unfolding.
But let’s not overcomplicate it. Another truth is simply this:
I spoil myself by buying beautiful lingerie. It is like salve on old wounds. And I love it.
And here, in this space, I share what I love.
Here, I take you into my story—my own.
But as you are me,
it might also be yours.
Take what resonates.
Leave what does not.
And never, ever let your peace be taken away by my words.
We are houses of
LOVE, peace, and freedom.
Talk to you soon.
With love,
wiesje christine verpeut
