“Influential Women to Watch in 2026” Birgitta Visser, Soul Empowerment Coach and Divine Channel Making Global Impact
Birgitta Visser is a Soul Empowerment Coach and Divine Channel, tuning into higher frequencies, delivering messages from the many Light Beings and Master Teachers. With her Light Language Healing, she weaves light codes that activate transformation in those seeking alignment with their soul’s purpose. Having overcome significant abuse and trauma, Birgitta has emerged out of the darkness into the light of self-love and spiritual awakening, embodying authenticity and truth in both her life and her work. She shares her wisdom and insights, guiding others on their own healing journeys toward empowerment and enlightenment.
Birgitta is the co-author of several motivational works, including “Become Empowered: Echoes of Grace and Strength,” “I’m So Glad You Left Me,” “Divine Rebirth,” and “Miracles are Normal.” Each of these books serves as a beacon of hope and empowerment, encouraging readers to embrace their own journeys of transformation. She also penned “BE-com-ing Authentically Me,” (currently being re-edited), a deeply personal reflection on her own path from darkness to light, showing her resilience and growth. Her most recent work, “Child of the Sun: Enroute to Enlightenment in India,” takes readers on a journey at the Art of Living Center with various meditation practices set against the rich backdrop of India.
What is “Power Soul Healing?”
The name ‘Power Soul Healing,’ came to me back in 2010. Three words that form a sacred map, a profound purpose. It is the art of healing ourselves at the deepest level—not of the body alone, but of the very spark that gives it life. It is the guiding hand that leads us back to the remembrance of who we truly are, beneath the weight of the world, the duality of our experiences causing us to dance and twirl with often a heaviness of what the hell is going on.
Many of us have navigated the world feeling… less than. We’ve collected the heavy, unseen baggage of life—the buried trauma, the constant hum of fear, the soul-crushing weight of expectations that feel like hell. We’ve been handed scripts written by others and told to act, be and live a certain way, until one day we look in the mirror and feel utterly numb, a stranger in our own skin. We get stuck in the cycles of our own mental crap, replaying the same painful stories, wondering if this is all there is.
This path is not about slapping a positive affirmation over a festering wound. Hell no! All that does is keep bleeding into our environment causing unwanted effects in our lives. It is the courageous act of overcoming by first facing our inner shadows. It’s about looking at the pain, the fear, the messy, difficult shit we’ve been through, and instead of running, we ask: “What are you here to teach me?” We begin the sacred work of inner alchemy—transforming the lead of our past into the gold of our soul’s wisdom.
This is how we reclaim our sovereign I AM power. It is the process of shedding the layers much like a snake sheds its skin, ridding ourselves of the conditioning and programming that have concealed our radiant essence. It is saying a firm, compassionate “no more” to the voices that say we are not enough.
“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek.” — Joseph Campbell
I firmly believe that the journey of self-discovery is, at its heart, a profound act of love. It is learning to meet every fractured part of ourselves—the angry child, the hesitant dreamer, the wounded protector—not with judgment, but with acceptance and kindness towards ourselves, rather than beating ourselves up endlessly. As we explore different practices and viewpoints, a magnificent awakening occurs: we remember our true nature. We remember that we are infinite. We are powerful. We are deeply and intimately connected to the pulse of life itself.
This incredible realization is the key that sets us free. It allows us to live with greater joy, authentic purpose, and a love for ourselves that ripples out to embrace our fellow earthly travelers.
“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” — Rumi
Life is all about embodying our I AM presence. To stand in our truth so completely that we become a living, breathing expression of soulful strength and radiant compassion.
So, what could be more beautiful than this? To expand our awareness, to align with our soul’s deepest truth, and to dance through this life—with all its challenges and triumphs—from a place of profound bliss, unshakable freedom, and glorious wholeness.
This is our shared journey. A journey of remembrance. A journey of reclaiming our power. A rise from the ashes like a phoenix rebirth into the truth that we all, every single one of us, deserve a life that resonates with the breathtaking beauty of our true essence. The journey begins the moment you choose to remember the power that has always been, and will always be, yours.
About me. Well, let me tell you, I didn’t wake up one day radiating self-love and zen like some overnight spiritual guru. Nope. My transformation wasn’t a divine lightning bolt—it was more like one step forward, two steps back, crawling through broken glass, swallowing fire, and learning to breathe underwater. I’ve waded through enough shit to fertilize a thousand gardens, yet here I am—still standing, still evolving.
To sum it up, I went from the abuse as a kid to the grief of losing my dad, then my stepdad, to being the bullied skinny weirdo in high school—life didn’t exactly roll out the red carpet. Fast forward: I was bullied in the corporate workplace, assaulted in the superficial cruelty of the modeling industry, had a fling with drugs, nearly killing myself in the process and ventured into a string of extremely dysfunctional relationships where love felt like war. But how can you ever love another if you cannot even love yourself? And what did I do? Well, I starved myself, worked like a maniac, battling those demons, keeping them at bay, and pretty much carried the weight of them like a second skin.
Then, just when I thought I’d levelled up, 2024 said, “Hold my beer.” Enter my ex—from 15 years ago, who had rather than heal, turned into a narcissistic, gaslighting phantom and decided to come to Spain to visit me. This man left his phone at a US airport because he thought he was “bugged.” He took over my whole home, gaslit me, was verbally abusive, bled me dry, self-medicated, leaving me trapped in my study, entrapped within fear, while he played victim-in-chief. When I finally kicked him out, he painted me as the villain. Classic.
But here’s the kicker—I didn’t break. I finally understood: This wasn’t happening to me, it was happening for me. Without that flaming dumpster fire of an experience, I’d still be stuck in “what if?” land. So, cheers to my ex, for giving me the final push to slam that door shut for good allowing me to continue my healing journey through sacred plant medicine.
For years, I was SpongeBob SquarePants—soaking up everyone’s vibes, good or toxic. Setting boundaries? Ha. I didn’t just give the benefit of the doubt—I handed out second, third, and fourth chances like free samples. Healing modalities? Studied ’em. Taught ’em. It still took forever to apply them to myself.
But here’s the truth: You don’t level up by avoiding the crap—you level up by walking through it.
Today? I don’t have time for the “dramallama” energy. In my corporate oil and gas gig, I stay in my lane. No, I won’t entertain your endless complaints about the world when you haven’t even cleaned up your own backyard. Real change starts within and that is how I encourage others, because healing yourself is the greatest rebellion, bursting free from the bubble of conditioning that has encapsulated us, making it hard to breathe in our own skin.
I’m not perfect. Some days, I still feel the ghost of old fears. But now, I practice gratitude like it’s oxygen. I wake up thankful—not because life’s flawless, but because I’ve earned every scar, every lesson, every ounce of strength.
If you’re numb, stuck, or knee-deep in your own hell—keep going. The mess is the message. The fear that radiates from your mind? It’s just the universe asking, “How bad do you want it?”
You don’t need to cartwheel through trauma. You just need to keep walking. And one day, you’ll look back and realize: You weren’t surviving. You were preparing to thrive.
You have been encouraging women to pause and reflect on their own path of self-discovery and healing. Take us through the holistic approach working with you.
Life has a way of throwing us into the fire—trauma that leaves us traumatised, fear that cages our spirit, and experiences that make us whisper, “What in the actual f*** is happening?” And yet… here you are. Still standing. Still breathing. Still holding onto the quiet knowing that there’s more to you than the weight of what you’ve carried. I know, I’ve lived it, and for women going through hell, there is as my father always used to say, light at the end of the tunnel.
“Healing begins the moment you stop pretending you’re not broken.”
It’s about taking responsibility for our lives. Let’s be real: healing isn’t pretty. It’s messy. It’s swearing at the universe, screaming into pillows, and some days, feeling like you’re buried under a mountain of shit you didn’t ask for. But here’s the truth—you are not your pain. You are not your past. You are a force of luminous sacred light, and your wounds? They’re just places where your wisdom has yet to bloom.
When we work together, the first step isn’t about fixing you—it’s about remembering you. Through deep, judgment-free listening, I create a sanctuary where your voice is heard without censorship. No spiritual bypassing, no toxic positivity—just raw, honest space for you to exhale.
Healing begins when we learn to accept our circumstances and embrace the shattered pieces of ourselves, ‘kintsukuroi-ing’ them back together with, love, light, wisdom, and understanding, one fragment at a time, all the whilst nurturing our inner light and building a loving relationship with ourselves.
Light Language might sound like mystic gibberish to some, but your soul? Oh, it knows. It recognizes these vibrational codes like a forgotten lullaby from home. This isn’t about translating words—it’s about bypassing the mind’s clutter and speaking directly to your DNA, your energy, your divine blueprint.
“Light Language is the universe whispering directly to your cells, unlocking what logic could never touch.”
Imagine shedding layers of fear, trauma, and outdated stories not through struggle, but through resonance. Through sound frequencies that realign you with your highest self. This is deep soul surgery—releasing blockages, dissolving attachments, and awakening dormant gifts you forgot you had.
I don’t believe in one-size-fits-all spirituality. Maybe Light Language lights you up, maybe it’s Reiki, shadow work, or dancing under the moon until your heart feels free. Whatever makes your spirit shout “YES!”—do that. Healing isn’t about being “better” than anyone else; it’s about being truer to yourself than ever before.
“The moment you stop asking, ‘Why is this happening to me?’ and start asking, ‘What is this here to teach me?’—that’s when the magic begins.”
Your most recent work, “Child of the Sun: Enroute to Enlightenment in India takes readers on a journey at the Art of Living Center with various meditation practices set against the rich backdrop of India. How can meditation change lives?
The journey I chronicle in Child of the Sun: Enroute to Enlightenment in India does not begin with serene sunrises over the Ganges. It begins in the internal hell of my own making. It begins with the crap—the relentless, looping thoughts of past mistakes, the anxiety about a future I couldn’t control, the trauma I so cloaked my soul with, walking round like the Hunchback of Notre Dame, having hated myself for years. My mind was a battlefield, and I was losing. I was so utterly numb, so shielded by my own fear, that I could no longer distinguish between the pain of the past and the reality of the present. I had to get out. And so, I went in.
India, with its vibrant, chaotic, beautiful assault on the senses, held a mirror to my inner landscape of confusion. At the Art of Living Center, amidst the scent of jasmine and incense, I was asked to do the simplest, most impossible thing: to sit. To be still. To close my eyes on the external world and open them to the internal one.
What I found wasn’t the instant peace I’d naively hoped for. It was a landfill of everything I’d been running from. The first few sittings were hell. My meditation cushion felt like a witness stand where every repressed memory, every insecurity, every ounce of anger and shame, came to testify against me. The ancient sages say the mind is like a drunken monkey, stung by a scorpion. Mine felt like a whole zoo on fire.
But a teacher there offered a piece of wisdom that became my lifeline. She said, “You are not the storm of your thoughts. You are the sky that holds the storm. Meditation is not about stopping the storm, but about discovering the vast, unchanging sky within you.”
This was the first crack in the dam. Meditation, I learned, is not an escape. It is the ‘simple’ act of overcoming. It is sitting in the eye of your own hurricane and realizing you are the calm at its center. It is the courageous process of confronting yourself and sifting through the shit of a lifetime—the old stories, the limiting beliefs, the wounded narratives—not to wallow in it, but to compost it. To alchemize pain into presence, and fear into fuel.
As the Light BEings so beautifully illuminated for me: “Meditation is sitting in prayer with the self; it is making the unconscious conscious; it is a return from the created convolution to the calm clear waters and centre of self.”
This is how it changes a life. Not with a magic wand, but with a gentle, persistent light. In the stillness, you become an observer. The thought “I am a failure” arises, but instead of becoming that thought, you simply notice it. You see it as a cloud passing through the sky of your awareness. This shift—from participant to witness—is everything. It is the moment you take your power back.
It is, as Dr. Joe Dispenza teaches, a journey from the noisy, calculating mind to the sacred, intelligent heart. We stop begging the universe with words, as the universe does not understand word lingo, and start communicating with it through frequency. We don’t just think about peace; we feel it. We don’t just want joy; we generate it from within, bathing our cells in the feeling of it as if it’s already here. Because, in the timeless present moment that meditation reveals, it already is.
Meditation rewires you from the inside out. It doesn’t ask you to bypass your pain; it gives you the space to hold it, to heal it, and finally, to release it. It is the sacred art of returning home to yourself, not as the broken character in your story, but as the unwavering awareness writing it.
As Archangel Michael says, “Meditation is upgrading your spiritual reception by fine- tuning the antenna within, and the only way you’re going to do that is by sitting solely with yourself and tinkering with the mind and body through the use of breathwork.”
The journey I detail in my book is proof, (at least to me). It is the story of how I learned to sit in the fire of my own being until all that was left was light. That doesn’t mean my journey ended there, as I had a lot more trauma to go through and heal throughout the years, but it is an invitation to anyone feeling lost, suffering, or afraid to close their eyes, take a deep breath, and discover that the luminous rays of the sun have been shining within them all along.
What is next?
How do I interpret this? What Is next? Or Rather—What Am I?
Let me tell you something they don’t print on the glossy covers of self-help books: the path to becoming who you’re meant to be starts in your pain. Not the curated kind. Not the Instagrammable breakdowns with soft lighting and a good filter. I’m talking about the real shit—the kind that pools in your gut like lead, the kind that makes you wonder if you’ll ever feel warmth again. The kind that has you staring at the ceiling at 3 a.m., whispering, “Is this all there is?”
I’ve been there. I’ve lived there. In fact, I lived there so long, and I’m talking years, I almost forgot what sunlight felt like.
I walked away from a relationship that left me empty—not broken, not crying, but soulless, like someone had quietly unplugged my soul. My ex wasn’t just toxic—he was a mirror of my own self-abandonment, but then again so were all my exes. This one in particular, a narcissist, yes. But also, a cruel teacher. And from that pain, from that f***ed-up mess of trauma and gaslighting and silent screams behind closed doors, came the first seed of something real: I had to show up for myself and become real with myself—even if it meant burning the old me to the ground. It was time.
That’s where BE-com-ing Authentically Me began. A book too long, too raw, too honest for its own good—which is probably why it needed to be rewritten. Because the truth is messy. It’s long-winded. It backtracks. It cries in the shower. But it evolves. And so will the new version—refined, focused, reborn—April 2026. This time, it won’t just be a memoir. It’ll be a map. For you. For me. For anyone who’s ever looked in the mirror and asked, “Wait… who the hell am I now?”
But that’s just one piece of the divine unfolding.
On January 30, 2026, Divine Rebirth arrives—my collaboration that dives deep into the shadows of that toxic past and soars into the light of sacred plant medicine. This book doesn’t shy away from the hell I walked through. But it also doesn’t stop there. Because beyond the fear, beyond the pain, I found portals—ayahuasca, psilocybin, San Pedro cactus, ceremony, silence—and in them, I found myself. Not the version I’d been performing for love, for approval, for survival. But the version that’s always been there: unraveled, unafraid, and utterly free.
As one friend said after reading an early draft:
“You didn’t just heal—you remembered.”
And that’s the truth. Healing isn’t about fixing. It’s about remembering who you were before the world told you to shrink.
Then comes Miracles Are Normal (February 2026), where we strip away the myth that miracles are rare. They’re not. They’re common—if you’re awake enough to see them. A stranger’s kind word when you’re on the edge. A song that plays at just the right moment. A sudden knowing that changes everything. These aren’t coincidences. They’re divine winks. And this book? It’s a love letter to those moments.
Evolving on Purpose – Angels, Spirit Guides & The Frequency of Miracles is coming later in 2026. This one’s for the ones who’ve felt the hand on their shoulder when no one was there. The ones who’ve heard the whisper in the silence. It’s a chorus of souls who’ve walked with angels, received guidance from realms beyond, and learned that the invisible is often the most real.
All of this—while still holding down a demanding corporate job in oil and gas. Yes, I’m burning the candle at both ends. Some days, I’m exhausted. Some days, I question it all. But then I remember: you don’t have to choose between the corporate world and spiritual awakening. You can alchemize both.
I’m writing my third solo book now—on the art of manifestation and how to overcome trauma to become a more wholesome version of yourself. Not perfect. Not fixed. Whole. Because trauma doesn’t make you broken—it makes you brave. And from that courage, we build new lives.
We rise after the numbness.
We rise after the fear.
We rise through the trauma, not despite it—but because of what it taught us.
And if you’re in the thick of it now—if you’re knee-deep in the shit, wondering if you’ll ever see the sun—here’s what I want you to know:
“You are not falling apart. You are falling into place.”
Have faith. Do the work.
The next chapter isn’t just coming.
It’s already in you.
And it’s going to be unfolding just beautifully.
