My ma birthed a baby (me) and between my father and her, got the privilege to choose a name.
When we are all born we are all (the majority) gets slapped with an identity given in numbers called the social security number. I understand that I am “property” like a damn object but at least I get a title to the name Nichole.
Love on days that are good and Qi-Gong cussing at inanimate objects on shittee days.

My name is Nichole and I don’t know about you but I sure as heck feel THEE era of CHAOS we currently reside in.
It was about 3 years ago when a multitude of passions within a few subjects were boiling its way outta every pore of my being.
After a Ding ding ding & an Epiphany of angelic harmonic bells rang my essence to clarity;
“I will go to school for archaeology and be my own boss by starting a cleaning biz and blog.”
Internally and outwardly: maybe grouped as one Being among-st a branche(s) of an unorthodoxical Cogneesh•ish wiring since birth, I felt their was something within our world not quite as it should be.
Hard headed trials and errors & life chapters of pure stubbornness is what it took for me in order to evolve. Evolve to a level that would start fulfilling my thirst for inner-truth instead of truth.

Inner-truth instead of truth~>This is due to the fact that truth constantly changes because one persons perception of truth may be completely different to another. If two people were to witness an exact event given within the exact time, I can guarantee you that both stories will not be the same.

I currently have a small cleaning business, in a field school for archaeology, and in the midst of launching my main blog.
Nope! I am not wealthy with triangular green papers. I am actually living on a very tiny budget. But in time I feel I will reach true SoulFunds.
Never be afraid to fulfill your passion(s). Because isn’t that what we are all ultimately here on earth to do?
Much Love,

Nichole at SoulFunds

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕝𝔽𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕘𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕖 “𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘” 𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤. 𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕧𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕞 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖. 𝕒 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕦𝕞 𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝔹ℂ 𝕚𝕥’𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕞𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠 𝕀’𝕞 𝔽’𝕟 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕋𝕒𝕡•𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕥

𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊


an only child; 35-year-young-red-headed-Scorpio/Imix(sh) who sends Pivot-Poof~Blowing Hearts like a Universal rush of radiFied sour sweet winds. Passionately so. It's in the humored nuances that bring a brighter side to life in my opinion. The Power comes from courage, triumphs, falls, & lifts. May your day be a blessed one & filled with a smile.


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