Am i not the daughter of a carpenter?
That shower moment —
you know, when a phrase or a question suddenly rises in your mind.
You don’t know where it’s heading,
but you just know:
it is,
and it will unfold… in its own time.
Sometimes the title comes first.
Sometimes the text.
But one thing I know for sure:
if the words aren’t written in front of me —
unfolding between my eyes and the movement of my fingers on the keyboard —
they’ll never find their way here.
They have to pass through the centre of the heart.
They must come from the depth of my soul.
“Am I not the daughter of a carpenter?”
A question that floats up
from the same simplicity that once shaped Jesus —
a simple man among the highly educated,
whose knowledge vanished in the light of a wisdom that came straight from Source.
Or whom he called "Father".
And to this day, the world still speaks of him…
though few ever truly understood.
They studied him with their minds,
but their hearts remained far from him.
I gaze upon my life —
this simple life I’ve chosen.
(Though… I don’t really believe in choice.
But elaborating on that will be for another time.
Still, if you already want to feel into it:
Can unconditional love truly exist
if the mind still believes it can choose?)
Many of these thoughts visit me under the shower —
where everything unnecessary rinses off,
including the dirty conditions the world tries to project onto us.
One thing I’ve come to admire deeply
about this simple life my soul leads me in,
is the way it invites creative living with finances.
I like that.
The fact that you can’t just do everything your mind desires,
but that you are gently drawn back
into surrender.
Into trust.
I don’t live in lack.
But I also don’t live in excess.
There is no overflow that would distract me
or tempt me away from the essence of Being.
And so — while writing this —
I begin to feel that this new blogpost
will speak more deeply about finances, about money,
and about the beautiful art
of soul-led simplicity.
More to come soon.
But for now,
this daughter of a carpenter needs to sleep
and recover from a 12-hour work weekend
(which I actually love, by the way 😉).
03.31.2025
#LifeUnfonding #Updates #Carpenter #SimpleLife #EssenceOfBeing #BeingEssence #Finances #SoulledSimplicity
March 31th 2025
Nope.
Let’s rephrase that.
On the matters of money…
What has humanity done to make money matter so much?
Growing up with a deeply radical Christian background,
I can’t count how many times I heard that famous verse:
> “You cannot serve two masters.
Either you serve God…
or you serve Mammon.”
And so, living from the dualistic mind,
of course I wanted to serve God.
Dutifully. Entirely. With all my soul.
Until I grew so deeply into God
that I began to see:
this whole idea is a paradigm of the mind.
It’s not about two options.
That illusion — the either/or, the split —
has brainwashed our collective thinking.
What if…
I don’t need to serve anyone at all?
What if I simply am?
God.
And Mammon.
Both.
What if they were never separate to begin with?
---
Money matters. Or… does it?
Humanity, humanity…
How long must I put up with you?
Were those not the words of
the Son of Man?
Or the Son of God?
Or… the Daughter of God?
The Daughter of Women?
Who cares?
Many will fall over these words alone.
"How does she dare…
to speak of herself in the same breath as the Christ?"
Well.
One thing is for sure:
In his days,
they said the exact same thing
about him.
"How does he dare…?"
Some dare.
Some dare to say,
on the matter of money:
it doesn’t matter at all.
It’s just matter.
Paper.
Energy.
Like you.
Like me.
Soon to be continued … 03.31.2025
#MoneyMatters #God&Mammon #DualisticMind #SonOfMan
The Making Of…
Written from a humble factory bench,
between machines and movement,
(loud noise and music in my ears …)
where soul whispered in the midst of matter.
03.31.2025
Yes, I write about the illusion of money…
from where it’s literally made:
a fries factory.
Fries + Philosophy = Flawless
gosh …
sending this chef’s kiss through my whatsapp to my sweet Joshua, mentioning:
"Honey ... just need this gif for my website ...”
and this was his reply!!!
gosh, i love hime, how adorable!
Let me start by saying this, loud and clear:
There is nothing to measure in the universe.
Nothing to compare.
Nothing to weigh.
But…
in order to speak about certain things — in this case: money and time —
I’ll have to use language that measures.
Not because the soul needs it,
but because the mind understands through comparison.
Our brains need contrast to recognise meaning.
It understands ‘0’ only because ‘1’ is not ‘0’.
And ‘1’ only because it isn’t ‘0’.
Ironically, both numbers mean nothing by themselves.
(Literally.)
As we say in Dutch:
“Eentje is geentje.”
(One is none.)
The brain — in its own beautiful design —
needs something to stand opposite something else
in order to learn, grow, and expand.
This is consciousness expanding within the illusion of time.
And seeing this… is already deep stuff.
The universe uses the illusion of time
to grow its own awareness of itself.
That’s why I prefer to say:
the mind doesn’t just work in duality —
it works in comparison.
Not everything is strictly black or white,
light or dark,
good or bad.
Mostly, it’s a mirror.
This in that.
That in this.
So let me repeat:
There is nothing to compare or measure
from the point of the universe.
But to explain things to a human brain,
using human words,
I’ll need the tools of comparison.
It’s not the Truth.
(The Truth cannot be spoken.)
But it helps us
point to it.
Before we dig deeper — a note on measuring
🌿 Reader's Note
Please don’t get stuck in the words, the symbols or the counting.
What follows is written in human language —
but born from silence.
Let it wash over you.
Not everything is meant to be understood.
Some things are simply meant to resonate.
I love this job.
And yes — people can laugh as hard as they want.
But when there’s time left over…
I just sit here and write to you.
Right here, from this blog.
In the middle of the noise,
the machines,
the yellow floor,
the ordinary flow of work.
And somehow…
truth still whispers.
And I answer.
#FactoryWork #MeasuringMind #ComparitiveMind #SimpleLife
03.31.25
THE LITTLE THINGS OF LIFE
THAT MAKE ME SMILE
My favorite: amaryllis
My favorite greek word: το λουλούδι
Happy new month, everyone!!
1 of April, always lovely!
My beloved,
there are so many things I long to write about —
and honestly, I don’t even know where to begin.
Sometimes I wish I didn’t need bodily rest,
so I could just write and write and write…
But then — I stop.
I take a breath.
I take distance.
And I remember:
nothing ever comes outside its perfect timing.
Just pause.
Take time to breathe.
Take time to stop.
Take time to watch.
In this world, we’re often encouraged to just go on and on,
to keep pushing, keep performing…
and so few are given the space
to simply breathe.
So if there’s one thing I could tell you today,
it would be this:
Stop.
Pause.
Withdraw.
And watch yourself.
Not with judgment —
but with wonder.
"This… is where I am right now."
04.02.25 - #PauseAndWonder #SacredBreath #StandStillAndWonder #IllusionOfTime
“Quiet consistency over time holds more authority
than even the most powerful words.”
One of life’s quietest consistencies
is found in the times and seasons of nature.
They never speak —
and yet their wisdom is always present.
Still, humanity finds ever-creative ways
to not see.
(imagine that … lol 😉)
Back to the Illusion of Time
— and an Even Greater One: Money
(If you haven’t read the previous section yet — the one about how the brain works in comparison — know that I’ve received new insights about that too…
but I’ll leave those for another time.)
Let me start with this, clearly and directly:
You can see how conscious a person is
by the degree to which they live outside the illusion of time, and how deeply they have undone themselves from the illusion of money.
And NO —
I’m not talking about nice words floating around the internet.
I’m not talking about catchy video content or spiritual soundbites.
I’m talking about people who live what they speak.
Who embody what they share.
And to be honest —
I’ve found almost no one who has truly come to that point:
undone from the illusion of time
and truly free from the illusion of money.
And YES —
it demands full surrender to the soul.
(To be honest, I’ve never seen another way in this human experience.)
This, again, is only an introduction
to a powerful truth that is still to come.
And though I’d honestly prefer not to write about time and money —
because from the soul’s point of view,
they don’t matter —
I know I must.
Because humanity has wrapped itself in layers of illusion —
especially in the West —
capitalist, socialist, whatever ‘-ist’...
they are all soaked in the false power of money.
And so I feel I have no choice
but to dig deeper into this topic
and call out to the soul of humanity:
Rise above this.
Yes —
I’m speaking here of a measure of consciousness.
It’s almost as if I can feel exactly where someone is on their path
just by listening to how they speak and act
about time and money.
But let me also recall what I said earlier:
From the eye of the Universe,
there is no measure.
Still —
to reach the human heart,
to awaken the soul inside this illusion —
I must use the tools of comparison.
And so I plant these words as seeds.
In a season.
Yes, I know —
planting seeds in a season implies time…
which we are still confronted with
as long as we wear these bodies.
But your soul —
your soul lives outside of all of it.
#IllusionOfTIme #IllusionOfMoney
April 2nd 2025
Why I Love Tuesdays
(or: On Authority, Frequencies, and the Fight Between Two Gods)
For some reason I can’t quite explain,
I love Tuesdays.
Especially this one.
The universe seemed to conspire in my favor today —
offering space, time, and silence.
My appointments were cancelled,
and all I needed to arrange for the next days
happened in peace, without stress.
I love that.
And as much as I would’ve loved to see my friends,
it wasn’t me who cancelled.
It felt more like the universe simply... took care of time.
And that, to me, is a blessing.
I’ve been pondering a lot.
How much should I share?
How much of what I’ve seen…
of what I’ve understood?
Is humanity ready?
Wouldn’t it be easier to just live my life quietly,
as if I’m still blind?
But then there’s that inner urge —
to keep writing.
Not out of obligation,
but because I know that my words carry a certain authority.
And sometimes…
that’s enough.
I don’t need the whole world to hear.
My authority of speaking —
or in this case, writing —
is enough to release what must be released.
There was a time when strength ruled the world —
when power was physical.
Wars were fought that way.
Later came a shift:
the era of the mind.
We’re still in it now —
where logic, intelligence, strategy and control define who “rules”.
But what’s emerging…
what we’re just beginning to glimpse
is the authority of the soul.
Yes — some have known it.
Few have lived it.
Even fewer have surrendered to it completely.
It’s the highest frequency available in human form.
That’s what scriptures hinted at —
in Revelation, in Nirvana, in the concept of Heaven.
But most teachings around awakening and enlightenment
still come from the mind-level.
And that’s okay.
As soon as we speak —
we’re using the mind.
Words are of the mind.
KNOWING YOUR AUTHORITY IS KEY.
Especially now —
in these times humanity is moving through.
Let me give you a little timeline
within this illusion of time:
The frequency of the body is measured in strength.
The frequency of the mind is measured in power.
The frequency of the soul is measured in authority.
(And yes — as I’ve written before — measurement only exists within this illusion.
The universe itself doesn’t measure.
See this article if you’re curious:
Try to imagine this:
Your brain is a box —
say, 10x10x10.
But what needs to fit inside it is infinite.
Impossible, right?
And it’s not just size —
it’s weight, color, texture, movement, vibration…
also infinite.
So no — I don’t have words
to explain everything I’ve seen.
Neither do others who have seen beyond the personal mind.
But here’s what can happen:
My words can plant seeds in your mind
— if your soul brought you here to read.
And one day,
when you’ve seen beyond the mind,
you’ll know what I meant.
Before that…
it’s just interpretation.
It’s how religions are born.
That’s why I rarely interpret someone’s words.
I’d rather ask: “What did you truly mean?”
And that’s also why I rarely read —
because I can’t know the writer.
___
Yes, this is how I grew beyond religion.
I was never so interested in the signs and wonders.
I wanted to know the One behind them.
And I found Him.
(Her. It. Soul. Name it what you will. - it is me - it is you!)
___
Back to the timeline of human awakening.
It will come to pass — and it already is —
that the true shift humanity needs
is toward the authority of the soul.
But to get there,
a battle must unfold.
The illusion must crack.
And so we see the trio rising up:
The body’s frequency as lust and strength.
The mind’s frequency as power and ambition (goals and purpose).
The illusion of time and money as greed — also called the battle between God and Mammon.
This is the trio of the old gods.
And yes — as it was written:
You cannot serve two masters.
You either serve God (seen as “good”),
or Mammon (seen as “evil”).
But that’s the voice of duality —
of the mind that still lives in the realm of
good versus evil.
Until humanity awakens…
to see:
there is no one to serve.
There is nothing to conquer.
We simply ARE.
We are.
And everything IS.
(And even that phrase — “everything is” — is so often misunderstood
by those who haven’t yet seen through the eye of the universe.)
Yes — the frequency of the soul
is the highest.
It is the realm of pure authority.
It’s the space where one speaks —
and it is.
You don’t speak what you desire.
You speak what already is.
You don’t call things into existence by wanting.
You SEE what IS, and speak it.
And yes — this is where we start to see the cracks
and teachings like mindfulness and the law of attraction
still speak from the perspective of the mind.
(That’s a topic for another writing.)
But even within that illusion —
everything serves.
Everything happens
in service of the greater unfolding of consciousness.
Shall I leave it at this for today?
If you, dear reader, have questions,
please feel free to ask.
Some of you already have —
and I appreciate you deeply.
Know that sometimes answers take time —
not because they aren’t there
(everything is)
but because I wait for the flow.
And when it comes,
I will write.
And I will answer.
From my soul to yours.
With deep love —
Please know:
You are beautiful.
Your presence here matters.
I wave at you.
I see you.
And you are loved.
#ToBeContinued #UnfoldingOfConsciousness #Frequencies #Prophesy
Love Became a Touch –
and the Illusion of Time
It suddenly hits me: it’s been two weeks since I last wrote in my journal—
and even longer here on my website.
But with a soft smile, I’ve placed myself behind my laptop, ready to write something to you, to me, to us, to the oneness of our being.
Sigh.
What a time.
It’s been a time of stillness and loud internal noise.
A time of motion that somehow felt like standing still—
vast, contradictory, relentless.
A time of burning away what was still quietly smoldering.
And now?
Gone.
(We never truly die… but I wrote about that in a previous post.)
These past days were filled with seeing many of my beloveds—
yes, I live something of a polyamorous life, though now is not the time to talk about that.
What I do want to share, is how deeply these precious encounters moved me.
And can I just point out how many times I’ve already used the word “time”?
Even though what I really want to do here
is unravel the illusion of it.
A memory... written on Valentine’s Day
It brought me back to a short reflection I wrote on February 14th:
“**And so the void... the void was empty and full.
It was nothing and everything at the same time.
Nothing as in zero, and everything as in being ONE.
In its alone oneness, it said: ‘Let us create light, so that we may share life together.’
And when the light came, it was so madly in love with the dark void—for the opportunity to be the light of life—
that it penetrated the womb of the void, again and again and again.
The vibration of their love-making shaped the tangible world from the void,
and for the first time...
love became a touch.
He wrote to me:
‘When I say I love you, I mean I love everything about you…**”
I’m reading this piece now with a wide grin, because I remember exactly how it came to be.
I often say it in my videos (and maybe not yet as much here in writing),
but let me double down now:
Everything you go through… points back to YOU.
Everything—absolutely everything—that happens in this life is an invitation to know yourself better.
Every experience is a key to go deeper into your being and allow life to reveal itself through you.That’s why I feel such thrill and joy in the people I love deeply—
and the experiences I get to share with them.
They are mirrors.
Reflecting life, reflecting me.
Let me be clear:
They (and everyone really—all experiences)
are the treasures that become my soul’s tools
for insight, for expansion,
for understanding how the universe breathes.
It’s really that simple.
No matter how small or complex an event may seem,
it always reflects us back to ourselves.
I’m still smiling, chin resting on my hand, fingers dancing at the keyboard,
wondering how to dive into the next part...
So here we go.
Last week, I started a little renovation in my bedroom,
with someone I love dearly—someone who actually enjoys doing this kind of work (crazy, right? lol).
When he asked what kind of lighting I wanted in my room,
I sighed. Beautiful lighting is often expensive (yes, I come from Belgium, the land of design),
and I didn’t want anything that looked cheap.
Truthfully, I had no idea what I wanted.
But in my mind’s eye,
I suddenly saw a ceiling filled with twinkling stars.
So I said it as a kind of joke:
“Something like that,” I laughed.
He paused. Then said,
“I think I know what you mean.”
And showed me a photo.
I barely looked at it—assuming it was something from the internet.
But when he arrived at my place later,
I realized: he had bought that exact lighting system years ago,
for a project that never happened.
I can’t describe how happy I was.
Something I had only seen with my inner eye,
was now about to become part of my actual experience.
He asked one thing:
that I would be the one to design my night sky.
And so I did.
Hours and hours of drilling tiny holes,
choosing the intensity for each one,
and finally—connecting the entire network of lights.
The backside looked like a massive tree of wires and branches.
The front side?
My heaven.
My heaven to be.
We ran test after test.
Faced all kinds of little challenges.
But eventually, there it was:
my ceiling of stars.
my ceiling of stars …
So what does this have to do with the illusion of time, Wiesje?!
Everything! (haha)
I need you to bear with me, dear —
(one of my beloveds always says that)
When we, as humans, look up at the stars,
we see individual lights, different intensities,
each one separate from the next.
But behind our human understanding,
beyond what the mind can grasp,
there is a network.
Like the wiring behind my starry ceiling,
there is a module, a structure,
a pulse that flows through each wire,
like a heartbeat.
You can see the energy moving,
if you look beyond what is visible.
But once the ceiling is installed,
you only see the outcome.
You don’t see the wiring.
You don’t see the work.
You just see the stars.
That… is how time works.
Time is our perception of seeing one star, then another,
some simultaneously, some far apart—
without realizing it’s all coming from the same source of pulse.
Time is the visible surface.
But behind it is a rhythm,
a current,
a love-making between the void and the light.
It is us,
looking up in wonder,
trying to understand how it “works.”
But once you start to see the wiring behind the stars—
the pulse behind time—
the illusion dissolves.
And with that…
so do all the other illusions we’ve built inside our minds.
But now, let me add something I’ve written before on this page—
because it belongs right here, right now:
Our mind functions as a tool of measurement and comparison.
It uses the speed of light as its reference to construct the illusion of time.The energy of that light, flowing through space, becomes the architecture of our human experience—
shaping what we perceive as our brightness, our form, our reflection.Just like the wires behind the stars in my ceiling,
each of us is a unique thread connected to the heart of the universe.The rhythm of that pulse lives outside the boundaries of time.
It doesn’t tick. It doesn’t move from moment to moment.It just IS.
Simultaneously.
Undivided.And yet, through this pulse, we each become a point of experience in this grand illusion—
a spark of love woven into the fabric of time.
And here I am.
I’ve returned.
Still living by the rhythm of my soul—
the one who took form in time as a woman named Wiesje Verpeut,
with a mind,
and a body,
and a purpose.
I am here to experience you.
To experience us.
To remember our oneness.
To remember that we are ONE!
More to come soon, sweethearts,
it has been my pleasure
July 21th 2025
- though countries and borders are constructions of the human mind, it is national holiday in Belgium and i love to live in this country
- happy independence day all my fellow country humans -
“Time had its fun, but soul kept singing.”
#TeamSoul #TheIllusionOfTime
#TimelessWisdom #LoveMaking
#SheWritesWithLight #OriginOfLife
#BeyondThePulse
#TheStarsWithin
“Though TIME is an illusion and all unfolds as it already IS, be deeply conscious of it.
For you never know when it will be the last time you hold your loved one in your arms,
the last time you kiss them goodnight,
the last time you whisper:
“I love you deeply.”
You don’t know.
So honour the sacred illusion of TIME
with those you treasure most.”
Life is standing under the shower,
feeling every drop kiss your skin —
and realising:
oh right… this is grace. 🙈