Here’s my story:
I was born in Eastern Germany and spent the first nine years of my life behind the Berlin Wall. When it finally came down, everything changed—not just politically, but personally, too. What had once been predictable and structured suddenly became open and uncertain. Like so many others from the East, my family and I were faced with a new reality—one that offered freedom, yes, but also brought the challenge of navigating life without the security we’d known. The path ahead was no longer laid out. I had to find my own way.
After finishing school, I found myself at a crossroads. I had many interests, but none of the conventional options seemed to align with what I truly wanted. Still, drawing on my natural ability to bring clarity and create structure, I decided to study Computer Science. It didn’t take long for me to realize that trying to fit into the traditional mould just wasn’t for me. I wasn’t meant to walk the well-trodden path.
Next, I began an apprenticeship as a Tax Adviser—numbers had always come easily to me—but again, something didn’t feel right. The work didn’t light me up. Around that time, the Eastern German economy was still finding its footing, and steady work was hard to come by. I had to face some tough moments just to keep the bills paid.
But looking back now, it all makes sense: nothing was wasted. Every twist and turn, every seeming “misstep” was part of a much bigger unfolding. It was all part of my spiritual education—guiding me toward the deeper work I was always meant to do.
So, my path led me to Ireland—a fresh start, a clean slate.
For the first time in my life, I experienced what it meant to truly make a living with nothing but my own two hands. I was working as a waitress in a Galway hotel, and while I was grateful for the opportunity, it came with its challenges. My diet had to shift quite suddenly. I’d been a devoted vegan for three years, but with limited options in the area at the time, I became what I now call a “questionable vegetarian.” My body wasn’t thrilled. The physical demands of the job, combined with the lack of proper nourishment, soon caught up with me. One day, my body simply said: no more—and it collapsed.
Just four months in, I knew I had to make a change. I found myself relocating to County Kerry, where I took on a quieter, more peaceful role as a guesthouse receptionist. Kerry was my saving grace—stunningly beautiful, nourishing in every way, and exactly what my soul craved. I recovered quickly and fell in love with the simplicity of life, owning very little but feeling so full. The joy I found in my day-to-day work was healing in itself.
Ireland gave me something I hadn’t experienced in a long time: space. Space to breathe. Space to feel. Space to listen deeply and turn inwards. With no material distractions, I wandered through the wild Irish countryside and felt its ancient wisdom come alive within me. I began learning about the ways of the Pre-Celtic Shaman from Amantha Murphy, a journey that felt like a death and a rebirth all at once.
Ireland changed me in a way that nothing else ever had. I became aware of Nature Spirits once again and forged a deep connection with Mother Earth and the Elementals. I remember feeling truly present for the first time in a long while—anchored in the Here and Now, relishing each moment.
Around that time, I also received my first Reiki initiation from Angelika Küster, a dear friend in Germany. That initiation opened me further and sparked a wave of deep inner healing—another gentle nudge guiding me home to myself.
At some point along the way, a clairvoyant told me I had the gift of being a clown.
I’ll be honest—I didn’t quite believe it at first. I’m an introvert, I can’t juggle, and I wouldn’t call myself naturally funny either. But there was something in me—a kind of light-heartedness, a quiet curiosity—that made me wonder if maybe, just maybe, there was more to this than I thought.
So I followed the nudge and signed up for a clowning weekend with Rachel Caine in England. That’s where I first learned about the clown as a healer—and suddenly, it all clicked. Something deep within me stirred. I felt called to go further, and still living in Ireland at the time, I began an apprenticeship with Rachel to become a Sacred Clown.
It took immense courage. I had to peel away layers of stuckness, hurt, and old self-doubt, bit by bit. But underneath it all, I caught a glimpse of something exquisite—the pure bliss of surrendering completely to the present moment. Sacred Clowning is about just that: allowing magic to arise from nothing. It taught me how to let go, again and again, especially of the need to know what comes next.
Through this work, I discovered a beautiful bridge between my intuitive healing gifts and my desire to connect with others in a deeply human, heartfelt way. It opened up a well of creativity and joy I never knew I had. And perhaps most powerfully, it gave me presence—real, embodied presence.
To this day, you’ll find that presence reflected in everything I do.
It was time to move on.
After three deeply transformative years of self-discovery and inner growth in Ireland, I packed my belongings into a single car load and made my way to England. I felt drawn to be closer to my Sacred Clown companions and had an inner knowing that I would meet my man there. What I didn’t anticipate, however, was how quickly the fast-paced energy of London would swallow me whole. I worked hard—so hard that I lost touch with myself again. Life in this ‘world of the mind’ felt overwhelming and disconnected. It was tough just to keep my head above water.
But life, as always, had its way of offering grace. My silver lining came in the form of Lawrence, my future husband—a beautiful soul whose presence gently brought me back to myself and opened up a new chapter of possibility.
Everything I had explored and integrated up to that point longed to be shared. I stepped into the role of Clown Katinka on a children’s hospital ward for a few precious months, bringing lightness and connection where it was most needed. One path led to another, and I eventually found myself working as a database coordinator for a children’s hospice service. It was meaningful work, and before long I was managing large integration projects with purpose and drive. I was moving fast—too fast. And after three years of pushing forward, my body began to whisper what I had learned to recognise: slow down… or you’ll break.
This time, I listened. I eased off the pressure, found a gentler rhythm, and began to restore myself. But gradually, as things improved, the old habits crept back in. My workload grew again. I thought I was managing—thought I had it all under control.
Then one day, it took just one small task—barely more than a request—and it tipped the balance completely. Without warning, I fell into a full burnout. This time it caught me off guard. I was utterly depleted. Even the simplest household chores felt insurmountable. I was exhausted, drained to the core, and found myself in the depths of depression, beating myself up for having landed there.
It was laughter that gently pulled me back to life.
The weekend after my breakdown, I had a Laughter Yoga workshop scheduled—something I’d booked months earlier. Despite being in a deep, low place, something in me just knew: I had to go. That weekend marked the beginning of my journey back to health, and laughter has been one of my greatest allies ever since.
My exploration of laughter as medicine eventually led me to become a certified Gibberish and Laughter Facilitator—an experience I now recognize as a precursor to the activation of my own light language. Today, I’m an active member of the Laughter Association UK, with a heartfelt mission to inspire more and more people to experience the profound blessings and health benefits of regular, wholehearted laughter.
For nearly four years, I held weekly Laughter Yoga sessions (now on pause), and of course, the clown in me could never quite stay hidden. Witnessing the positive transformations in those I laughed with each week was a gift beyond words. I carry such fond memories of that time and remain eternally grateful for this extraordinary tool—when used consciously and with intention. Over time, I also came to understand that laughter, while powerful, is often misused as a mask—to cover or escape emotions that are calling to be felt. True healing requires us to meet those feelings with presence so that our inner and outer worlds can come into harmonic, beneficial balance.
After parting ways with my husband Lawrence following 14 years together, I now live in the peaceful countryside of Durley, Hampshire, with my soul dog, Jasper. I’m a Reiki Master, an initiated channel for the Elise-Mila energy—a potent New Earth healing modality—and have reconnected with THEKI® Theta Healing, a sacred tool I recall working with during Egyptian lifetimes.
This path of healing and expansion continues to call me ever deeper. I embrace every opportunity to meet my own shadows (yes, it feels endless at times—but it truly does get easier), and I feel more connected than ever to my inner Medicine Woman. The place I now call home supports this connection in ways I never could have imagined. Walking through daily life with reverence, in sacred presence, has become second nature—bringing balance and a much-needed calm amidst the chaos of these shifting times.
And I know this is possible for you, too.
If you can find the courage to follow your heart’s quiet calling, the healing you seek will unfold—and with it, the remembering of your beautiful essence and the vast potential it holds. The world needs the true you now. More than ever.
I’d be honoured to walk beside you on your path back home to yourself—if and when you feel ready.
From my heart to yours,
Katja Aurora
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