Hello, dear friend.

My name is Sez. I was born and raised in Southern Africa, though my roots run deep into Nordic soil. For much of my life, I lived in the Southern Hemisphere until I met a Dane and found myself walking the same ground my foremothers and forefathers once did. My life has been largely nomadic, and I have always felt that travel is more than movement—it is a way of touching the unspoken Oneness of this world.

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And yet, even with all my journeys, my heart has known the quiet ache of longing for something no place, person, or possession can offer. This is why my work often leans into poetry and mythology—languages our souls still understand. They help us remember that we are both fully human and fully Divine. For me, the most harmonious way to live this truth is through embodied nonduality—the lived recognition that there is no separate self, and that this knowing must be felt in the body, not held only in the mind.

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I am a poet, a mother of two young Vikings, and, for now, I call Denmark home. At the moment, I am in New South Wales, Australia, spending a few years deepening my connection with the land, letting my bare feet remember the earth, and resting from the dark winters of Scandinavia.

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My first poetry collection, Healing HER, is the story of reclaiming my life after years of self-neglect and addiction. I share it in the hope that it becomes a doorway for others to begin their own journey—inward, toward what is already whole. My greatest wish is that you turn away from the world’s common advice—that what you need lies outside of you—and discover that what you seek is already here.

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The follow-up to that book emerged from a breakdown/breakthrough, when complex trauma surfaced and an old coping mechanism took hold, leaving me with a debilitating disorder called depersonalization. This dissociative state, though deeply painful, became my initiation into nondual teachings. The illusion of a “separate self” was so fractured that I had no choice but to explore what was real beneath it. Through bodywork, somatic experiencing, grounding practices, and a willingness to embody the parts of myself I had avoided for most of my life, I came to love myself through that year. I walked away from a lifelong story of separation—one that had caused suffering not only in me but in generations before me.

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What I discovered was humbling: no amount of spiritual knowledge could save me. The only way through was to turn toward the last place I wanted to look—“me”—and question who I believed myself to be. In seeing through that identity, I shifted from a self rooted in the ego to a self resting in Being. This remembering changed everything. It is the heart of my newest course, W(hole)ness.

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Nature is my religion, my teacher, and my mirror. It is how I remember my selfless nature—through the green patience of trees, the steady knowing of stone, the endless teaching of rivers and oceans. For me, Oneness feels very much like Animism: each being alive with its own essence, each part of the whole. In living this way, the world becomes both sacred and ordinary, wild and intimate—a place where nothing is missing.