No. 106 Dubrovnik bus miracle

Rev. Steph

Dubrovnik has been on my bucket list for years and the opportunity to go there presented itself this summer.

In 2017, my Austrian friend, Maelle, packed up her flat in her home town near Vienna and moved to a tiny little village on the Adriatic coast, south of Dubrovnik: Mikulici.  She invited me to stay for a week while I was in Europe this June.

There were 2 or 3 buses into Dubrovnik per day and, on my 3rd morning in Mikulici, I was woken early and “told” to go to Dubrovnik on the 6:30 am bus.  I raced out of bed, puffed and panted up the hill to the bus stop and got there just in time for the bus.



The views during the bus journey along the Adriatic coast were spectacular.  At the terminus in Dubrovnik, the driver told me that the last bus back to Mikulici would leave at 8:15 pm from the bay that we were standing in.

After a fabulous day in Dubrovnik in a total camera frenzy because of all the amazing medieval buildings and the views from the city wall, I got back to the terminus in plenty of time but there was no bus to Mikulici.  I checked with the staff member at the ticket desk.  She sent me to the wrong bay. 😦  At 8:12 there was still no bus.  I started getting worried.  I went back to her.  She shrugged her shoulders, muttered at me in Croatian, and sent me to her colleague at the next window who told me to go to a different bay.  I waited. Still no bus.

By now it was gone 8:15 pm. I had started working on Plan B:  I would find a cafe with internet and book myself into an hotel in Dubrovnik for the night.  But then I was prompted to talk to the woman standing at the next bay about the bus to Mikulici.  She said: “Come with me please.”  She took me over to a bus full of passengers on the other side of the terminus and spoke to the driver in Croatian.  The driver’s English was pretty good.  He said to me: “Your bus gone. But I know driver.  I call him and tell him to wait.”  Sure enough, he called his buddy and told him to wait at a particular stop about 45 minutes south of Dubrovnik. He then told me to get on his bus and he would take me to meet my bus. After 45 mins, we pulled up behind the bus to Mukulici where my new driver and the other passengers on the bus were patiently waiting for me.

Mikulici was near the end of the route and no one was left on the bus except me and the driver – or so I thought.

“Where you stay?” the driver asked.

“With my Austrian friend,”  I said.

“What is address?” the driver asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.  “She lives near the bus stop.”    (Actually everyone lives near the bus stop in Mukulici because it is such a tiny little village!)

There was a paved road part of the way to Maelle’s cottage. She had to park her car outside her neighbour’s house (weirdly the neighbour was another Austrian from Vienna!) where the paved road ended and then walk across a very rugged rocky patch of land on the mountain side to get into her back garden. That was tricky to manage even in the daytime. At night, the chances of stumbling on a rock were very high. Plus the coyotes were out in full force and howling away once night fell.

As I stood up to get off the bus, I was surprised to see a young woman get off the bus before me.  She had been sitting quietly at the back of the bus. The driver spoke to her in Croatian.  Something like: “This crazy foreigner doesn’t know where she lives or how to get there.  Can you help her find the house where she is staying?”  “Yes” she nodded and, satisfied that I was taken care of, the driver continued on his way.

In perfect English, the young woman said to me:

“What is the name of the friend you are staying with?”

“Maelle” I answered.

She looked confused.  I only understood why later.  I had met Maelle six years ago just before I moved to Vienna.  She introduced herself as Maelle. She had combined her two given names, Maria Elisabeth, to create the name Maelle and, with that, a new identity for herself.  It turned out that I was the only one who called her that.  Our group of friends all knew her as Maria.  As Maria is a popular name in Croatia, everyone in the tiny village of Mikulici knew her as Maria too!  No-one had heard of Maelle….

I pointed to the paved road going down the mountain opposite the bus stop:  “She lives at the end of this road.”  I said.  The Croatian woman kindly switched on the flash light on her phone – my phone had died as a result of excessive picture taking during the day – and angelically shone the light for me all the way along the paved road and the rocky mountain path until we reached Maelle’s back garden.  Then she said “Goodnight” and disappeared into the darkness.

Grateful to this Croatian angel, the bus driver angels and all the others who help to guide us on our journey home.

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All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: Debunking the Mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter


No. 105 Coffee Beans and Synchronicity

Rev. Steph

I have just returned from a 2-month trip overseas where I spent time in the UK, Austria, Hungary, Croatia, Egypt and Jordan.  The itinerary was intense (hence the lack of blog posts over the last few weeks) but there were many miracles along the way.  Today’s blog is about an Austrian miracle with a South American flavour.

In 2010, when I was still working full-time for English in Action in Europe, I met hundreds of English teachers in the schools I visited and some I hit it off with better than others.  Dagmar taught English in a grammar school about 45 minutes west of Vienna. She and I had an instant rapport. She always allowed plenty of time for my marketing visits so that we could have a personal chat as well as talk shop.

One Sunday evening in July 2012, I had spent the weekend with friends in London and was on the train back home to Canterbury.  I saw someone I recognised on the train. It was Dagmar!  Unbeknownst to me, she had registered for a summer course at Canterbury University and was in town for a couple of weeks.  I invited her for a PR cream tea at Tiny Tims in Canterbury – a beautiful mediaeval tea shop with ghosts on the top floor.

Dagmar enjoying a cream tea but facing a scone that she might not be able to conquer.

We sealed our friendship over the cream tea and the next time I visited her in Austria, she supported my new author status and bought a copy of my first book: Down, Dirty and Divine: a spiritual ride through London’s underground

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Dagmar told me she would be getting married and, shortly thereafter, leave for a two-year teaching post with her new husband at the German School in Lima, Peru.  She kindly invited me to come and stay with her and her husband. I was thrilled. Lima was on my bucket list but Peru was not on the divine agenda – not at that time anyway.

Later that year (2013), I moved to Vienna so that I would not have to spend so much time flying back and forth between the UK and Austria.  Most of my friends there were ex-pats and towards the end of 2013, I met a woman from El-Salvador called Carmen.

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She had studied in the USA and spoke fluent English.  Her family in El-Salvador owned a large coffee plantation. Carmen’s vision was to import and sell coffee in Vienna and be able to share the profits with the workers and their families on the plantation.

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After I quit my job with English in Action in August 2015 and moved back home to S. Africa, I still returned to Europe once per year to do a short freelance contract.  I often stayed with Carmen and her family in the west of Vienna. I even met her mother who owns the coffee plantation in El Salvador and who visits her daughter and her grandchildren once per year. During her 2018 visit, Carmen’s mother went to a Coffee Expo in Vienna and picked up the business cards for 3 x local coffee roasters. Carmen introduced herself to the one who lived the closest and they went into partnership together: she provides the beans from El-Salvador, he roasts them and she packages them and sells them. You can read more about her direct trade business here.


Sadly, I lost touch with Dagmar.  After she moved to Peru, my emails to her old address kept bouncing back.  But on this last marketing trip to Austria in May 2019, I was thinking about her very strongly and wondering how I could get in contact with her again….

I happened to be staying with Carmen one Friday night in May 2019 when she got a call from her roasting partner to remind her to meet him the next day at the Meidlinger Markt in Vienna to promote their coffee.  She was going to leave early on Saturday morning and take the bus and then the underground. As I woke up the next morning, my inner voice said “Offer Carmen a ride. She has too much stuff to carry on public transport.”  Carmen was relieved.  We set off for the market.  When we got there, her partner, Juergen, had begun setting up and Paul, the coffee shop owner, already had customers in his shop.

“How did Juergen get into the coffee business?”  I asked Carmen. “Oh, he spent two years in Peru while his wife was teaching at the German School and he learned a lot about coffee. When they came back to Vienna, they had a baby and Juergen needed to find work he could do from home while his wife went back to school and he started a coffee roasting business.”

The connection was uncanny.

“Was his wife an English teacher?” I asked

“Yes,” said Carmen. “She speaks really good English.”

“Is her name Dagmar?”  I asked

“Yes” said Carmen.

Wahoo!!!  I had found Dagmar. We told Juergen.  He took a picture of himself and me together and sent it to his wife.  Dagmar was out shopping with their son Paul.  She could not believe it!  The next time I was in Vienna, I went over to visit Dagmar, met her little boy and then she and I caught up on the lost years – over a cup of coffee!


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All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: Debunking the Mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter

No. 104. The Grand Budapest Bath-House in the Gellert Hotel

Rev. Steph

Many years ago in an in-flight magazine, I saw a picture of a beautiful old bath house in Budapest, Hungary.  It looked like a Roman temple, complete with decorated columns and beautiful turquoise water.

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I put it on my bucket list despite the fact that Budapest did not hold happy memories for me:  I was nearly raped there in 1984 when I was travelling alone behind the Iron Curtain in Eastern Europe .  You can read about that incident in my book “The Sex Goddess: Debunking the Mythology of God & Sex.”


Years later, in 2013, I met a TEFL teacher from Hungary at the annual English Teachers’ conference in Slovenia.  Her name was Beatrix and she was married to an Englishman, Justin.  This particular IATEFL conference was my favorite of all the conferences I attended each year when I was promoting English native-speaker courses in European schools. The venue was a spa-resort in the mountains of Slovenia – Topolsica.

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Enjoying the hot springs at Topolsica, English Teachers’ Conference, 2015

Beatrix and I were both addicted to the pool, the hotsprings and the sauna at the conference.  Whenever we had a gap between talks and events, we would dash downstairs for a dip or a steam.


Bea explaining the merits of Marmite at my stand, Topolsica 2013

In 2014, while I was still working for English in Action, I got going with designing my business website to offer my services as a sacred ceremony facilitator.  ( And in the same year, I began offering spiritual talks at the Slovenia conference on “The Power of the Word” and “The Law of Attraction”.  Beatrix attended all my events and, over breakfast the next morning after my first spiritual workshop, without knowing about my new business venture, she suddenly asked me if I would come to Hungary to facilitate a ceremony for her 51st birthday the following month. Of course I would!  Such a lovely demonstration of the Law of Attraction!

On that trip to Hungary in April 2014, Bea took me south to Csurgo to meet her parents.  Her father and I had a lovely rapport.  He was such a gentleman and did his best to communicate with me in his few words of German and English.  (All I could say in Hungarian was “Cheers!”). He had seen a lot of history and, with Bea’s interpreting help, we had a lovely chat about his experiences during the war and under the communist regime.

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Beatrix’s father, Ferenc

Five years later, via Facebook, I heard that Bea’s father had died on 19 March 2019.  Naturally I reached out to her to express my condolences and we made a plan to meet up during my next contract in Austria in May 2019.  She invited me to her home again in the suburbs of Budapest – about a 3-hour drive from Austria’s capital, Vienna.

Bea asked me if there was anything I would like to do during my visit to Hungary. And then I remembered the picture in the magazine and asked her about the old bath-house in Budapest. It turned out that there were many old bath-houses all over the city and, in fact, all over the country. Hungary is full of hotsprings!  Bea began researching online and showed me some pictures.  The way I described it, she knew right away that I was probably talking about the baths in the Hotel Gellert.


The Bath House at the Hotel Gellert

Sure enough, there were the yellow columns and the turquoise water.

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The rest is herstory. 🙂 

And to make the day even more fabulous, we caught the wrong tram when we left the Hotel Gellert. It took us all along the banks of the Danube where we could see the beautiful city of Budapest by the light of the full moon.

Appreciating the miracle of global communication via technology.

All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: Debunking the Mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter

No. 103 Soul Home’s 19th Anniversary and Our Call to Greatness – Part III

Rev. Steph

Last week you read the first part of an excerpt from my autobiography about how I got my call from Martin Luther King Jr. to start the first multi-racial New Thought ministry in S. Africa.  The book is entitled: The Miss-Adventures of an Irreverent Reverend: a spirit-ed guide for rebels and renegades”.  This week I have posted the rest of the chapter.

Front cover, Miss-Adventures

“The next day, Sunday, right before Day 2 of the workshop started, I was standing in the queue for coffee in the Holman Church, thinking that I would tell Rev. Dr. Michael Beckwith about my experience.


Rev. Michael Beckwith, Founder of the Agape International Center of Truth, Los Angeles

In that moment, I turned around and, miraculously, there he was right behind me in the queue! Without so much as a “Hi,” he abruptly asked:

“Stephanie, when are you going back to South Africa?”

“I don’t know exactly.” I replied. “But I had my call from Dr. Martin Luther King last night.”

“Yes,” he said knowingly as if he had been there.

Then he walked away, and left the church. He did not come back for the rest of the day. It looked as if he had simply touched down for a moment to get the confirmation of something he had already intuited.

Later that day, when the workshop had finished, I raced the forty miles over to the Santa Anita church, where I had completed my first ministerial training, in order to attend the Memorial Service for Dr. Roger Stevens who had been a teacher of mine at Ministerial School.

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The Santa Anita Church, Arcadia, California

Dr. Margaret Stevens, the former Minister of Santa Anita, who had interviewed me in South Africa in 1989, had flown down from Ashland, Oregon, especially to officiate at the Memorial Service for her ex-husband.

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Dr. Margaret Stevens

I felt such gratitude to the Santa Anita community. The members had embraced me when I first came out from South Africa even though most of them had not understood a word I said, divided as we are by our common language….

After the service, many old friends came up to me and asked:

“When are you going back to South Africa?”

It was a simple enough question, but I had never been able to answer it properly until that very day.

“In December,” I replied confidently.

A plan had already begun formulating itself in my mind over the course of that day: I would fly back to South Africa in December 1999, and attend the Parliament of the Worlds’ Religions in Cape Town just the way I had wished it.

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After the Parliament, at the beginning of the New Millennium, in January 2000, I would go back up to Johannesburg to start my multi-racial ministry.

God’s timing, not mine.”


COPYRIGHT Rev. Stephanie Clarke, 2016

The book is available on Amazon or Kindle. Click on the link 🙂

Appreciating the miracle of global communication via technology.

All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: debunking the mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter


102. Soul Home’s 19th Anniversary and Our Call to Greatness – Part II

Rev. Steph

This week’s blog is an excerpt from my autobiography The Miss-Adventures of an Irreverent Reverend: a spirit-ed guide for rebels and renegades. It is the story of my call to start my multi-racial ministry in S. Africa.

Front cover, Miss-Adventures

“My second ministerial graduation was in June, 1998. By this time, I had completed a further two years of study at the Holmes Institute (the new name for the United Church of Religious Science Ministerial School, based at Agape) and in August, 1998, I was officially granted status as a Fellow of the United Church of Religious Science.

What next?

I had no plans.

Look, I had never forgotten my original vision to start a multi-racial ministry in South Africa but I was still enjoying life in California and certainly did not have any immediate desires to go home. Being a part of the Agape community was a very compelling reason to stay in the U.S.A. I loved all my teaching and counselling work and being surrounded by so many friends and powerful teachers who were consciously on the spiritual path, such as Marianne Williamson, Neale Donald Walsch, Dr. Louise Hay and Deepak Chopra. Last but not least, by this time I was living right by the beach in a luxury apartment in Marina del Rey, California.

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No, there was no way that I was going to prize myself out of my sunny comfort zone, especially not before establishing my Green Card status that would have allowed me to return to the U.S.A. at will.

Well, you know by now what happens when I have a cunning plan for my greatest comfort…. It rarely coincides with God’s Universal Purpose for my life. In fact, it backfires. Spectacularly.

In December of 1998, I heard the news that the next Parliament of the World’s Religions would be held in Cape Town, South Africa, in December 1999. The Parliament is a gathering of religious leaders, which is held every five years for the purposes of dialogue and global inter-faith peace work. The 1999 Parliament was going to be the first year in which the New Thought movement would be recognized as an official world religion and Rev. Dr. Michael Beckwith had been invited to be our global New Thought representative, as well as to present the former President of South Africa, Nelson Mandela, with the Ghandi-King Peace Prize.


Oh, how I longed to go to the Parliament, to be in Cape Town again and to witness Rev. Michael on stage with Nelson Mandela! It would be a magnificent reconciliation of both my worlds in South Africa and America, the perfect cornerstone in my vision, the culmination of all my hopes and dreams.

But I discounted the idea.

I was too attached to America and would not risk being refused re-entry after a reckless trip to Cape Town.

Regardless of my little human preferences to stay put in America, Something Huge had already been set in motion but it was outside the range of my awareness. In other words, God was scheming again behind my back.

One of the projects at Agape that drew me was the 1999 Season for Nonviolence, created to honour two of the world’s great peace activists who were both assassinated: Mahatma Ghandi and Martin Luther King, Jr. The Season begins on 30th January on the anniversary of Ghandi’s death in 1948, and it ends on 4th April, the anniversary of King’s death in 1968. Eisha Mason, RScP (Religious Science Practitioner) initiated and organised the annual three-month Season on behalf of Agape to examine and heal the violence within ourselves, within our city and upon our planet.


Eisha Mason, my teacher in my final year of Practitioner studies at Agape, 1993

In January 1999, shortly before the official beginning of the Season, we were invited to a weekend workshop at Rev. James Lawson’s church, Holman United Methodist Church, in South Central Los Angeles. What a privilege it was to meet and be taught by Rev. James Lawson. He had actually marched with Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. during the Civil Rights movement of the 1960’s and was part of King’s intimate circle of confidantes and strategists.


With Rev. James Lawson at the Parliament of the World’s Religions, Toronto, Canada, November 2018

Our homework on Saturday night was to read The Letter from the Birmingham Jail written by King when he was jailed for his Civil Rights activism.


True to form, I got home late and only started my homework at about 11:30 p.m. almost falling asleep over the page. As I began reading, intending to simply skim over the material so that I would be familiar with the basic content for the next day, something happened that I have never experienced before or since: my consciousness was split down the middle.

To the right of me and slightly above my head, I heard the voice of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. reading the letter to me in his southern American drawl. I had never heard any recordings of him speaking but I knew immediately and intuitively that it was him.

To the left of me was my human consciousness reading the letter for homework.

I could move between both dimensions at will. I was startled when I heard the Voice, and fascinated that I could switch it on and off voluntarily, depending on where I chose to focus my attention. The Voice was compelling and yet I flipped back and forth between belief and unbelief. Was this really happening? How did it come about?

The Voice moved me. It got under my skin. I began to shake and cry. I could not continue reading. There was a cement mixer in my gut and in the midst of the churning I heard what seemed like a different Voice inside me say:

“It’s time to go home now.”

Martin Luther King had been speaking to me from the field outside my body. This Voice, which was telling me to go home, came from my centre, my gut.

I knew what it meant:

“Go back to South Africa, start the ministry, Green Card or no Green Card, like it or not.”

I was in awe, in fear, in trembling. Without feeling any sadness, my body got taken over by loud unrelenting sobbing.

This thing that was happening to me was too big to keep to myself. I had to tell someone. But who? Who do you call at midnight on Saturday, who will be happy to talk to you, who will understand the enormity of the experience and who will not judge you as an attention-seeking religious drama queen?

Rev. Carole Traylor (deceased 2007) was my woman. Rev. Carole was an African priestess living in flimsy disguise as the Youth and Family Minister at Agape, a teacher at the Holmes Institute and also my personal spiritual counsellor.  I knew there was a God when she picked up the phone. I do not remember what I said or what she said. The important thing was that she was there as a witness. She believed me. She made the experience real. I slept peacefully, knowing I would follow the Voice, come what may.

(To be continued in the next blog post)

COPYRIGHT Rev. Stephanie Clarke, 2016

The book is available on Amazon or Kindle. Click on the link 🙂

Appreciating the miracle of global communication via technology.

All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: debunking the mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter



101. Soul Home’s 19th Anniversary and our Call to Greatness – Part I

Rev. Steph

I founded Soul Home, the first New Thought multi-racial ministry in South Africa, on Easter Sunday 2000. In the last blog post, we were gearing up for Soul Home’s 19th birthday.  We celebrated on Sunday, 28 April 2019.

My talk was entitled “Your Call to Greatness” and I shared an excerpt from my book “The Miss-Adventures of an Irreverent Reverend: a spirit-ed guide for rebels and renegades” regarding my own call to begin the ministry in S. Africa.


Forever Irreverent

I also asked my colleagues, Rev. Gerd Pontow, Melanie Hall (practitioner) and Anka Daly (retired practitioner) to share the call of their soul to live a larger life.


L-R Kabelo, Rev. Gerd and Lifutso

Gerd shared his desire to be a global citizen and a messenger of peace and he has become that as well as the Director of Soul Home since 2005.


Marcia Kay and Melanie Hall.  (These two wonderful souls first met at Pembury Frail Care in Johannesburg.  Marcia was the nurse assigned to care for Melanie’s mother.)

Melanie always wanted to be a school teacher and she has become that and so much more: now she is a spiritual teacher and a facilitator of Compassionate Communication.

Anka wanted to fly.  While she was studying Science of Mind and actively serving at the Church of Religious Science under Rev. Gladys Harrison in the, 80’s and 90’s, she got her pilot’s license and bought her own plane!

Anka and Steph – Practitioner student classmates under Rev. Gladys Harrison in 1989.  Anka and Gerd, Practitioner student classmates under Rev. Steph, graduated 2005.

I asked the Soul Home community members who were present to share their sense of calling with one another.  It was a Sacred Gathering and birthday celebration rich with insight and appreciation for the inner call and the meticulous divine orchestration that has allowed, and continues to allow, that inner call to fulfill itself in form.

In the next blog post, I will share the excerpt from my book “The Miss-Adventures of an Irreverent Reverend: a spirit-ed guide for rebels and renegades” regarding how my spiritual call to the ministry came about.

Front cover, Miss-Adventures

Appreciating the miracle of global communication via technology.

All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: debunking the mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter


100. Honoring Soul Home on our 19th anniversary – April 2019

Rev. Steph

On Easter Sunday 2000, I founded the first New Thought multi-racial spiritual community in S. Africa.  We called it Soul Home.  I was the Senior Minister until 2005 and then I passed the baton to my three practitioner graduates. Gerd Pontow was appointed as the leader and he was magnificently supported by Anka Daly and Penelope Gottlieb for the next 10 years.

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Rev. Gerd Pontow being blessed as a new practitioner by Rev. Steph  – 2005

Gerd even trained his own class of practitioners and his graduate student, Melanie Hall, joined the leadership team.  Melanie is a school teacher and runs her own successful counselling practice as a practitioner and non-violent communication facilitator.

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Team Sex Goddess at my birthday book launch on 16 June 2018. From left to right: Penelope Gottlieb, Melanie Hall, Rev. Gerd, Rev. Steph, Anka Daly and Miriam Nunes. (Miriam was also a practitioner student of mine. She moved to Cape Town  where she helped Gerd to set up a monthly Science of Mind classes in the Mother City.)

In 2015, after 10 years away in Europe, I was guided to return to S. Africa to care for my elderly mother and step-father.  Gerd and I began partnering as co-facilitators of the Sacred Gatherings.

In 2016, everything changed. Penelope moved to Cape Town, Anka retired as a practitioner and Gerd graduated as a minister after completing a very demanding online training over many years and flying to America at least once per year to participate in the ministerial student retreats.

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Soul Home ceremony in July 2016 on the occasion of Penelope’s departure for Cape Town, Anka’s retirement and Rev. Gerd’s graduation as a minister.

The vision of Soul Home continues to unfold in its own right and perfect way.  The right people show up at the right time to offer service or funds or participate in the Sacred Gatherings. The  power of Unconditional Love is forever being more deeply anchored, providing a prototype for what is possible in S. Africa between the black, colored and white races.  We are the living demonstration of healing in the aftermath of Apartheid, proving that Oneness is the Divine Reality!

On the occasion of Soul Home’s 19th anniversary, which we will be celebrating on Sunday 28 April, 2019, at our Sacred Gathering, I am sharing the following (slightly edited) post from Facebook written by my friend and colleague, Bishop Jackson Khosa. It was posted on Saturday 23 March 2019, two days after the Human Rights Day Summit on 21 March 2019 which focused on honoring the LGBTQ+ community.  Also on 21 March, at Muzi Cindi’s evening event – a Gala Dinner honoring the Legends & Generals in his life -Bishop Khosa was ordained as a Metacostal (i.e. Metaphysical and Pentecostal) Bishop – the first one in S. Africa!

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Bishop Jackson receiving his ordination blessing

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Bishop Yvette Flunder and Bishop Carlton Pearson – two metacostal bishops from the USA – led the Ordination Ceremony for Bishop Jackson Khosa

Thank you, Bishop Jackson Khosa for this touching tribute to the Soul Home ministry which I founded in 2000 and which my former student, brother and colleague, Rev. Gerd Pontow, now directs.

For my non-S.African friends, the Africa word UBUNTU is best translated as “humanity”. It is often translated as “I am because we are,” and also “humanity towards others”, but is often used in a more philosophical sense to mean “the belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity.”

The Bishop’s joke at the end of this tribute re my “Lobola” being too high may not be funny to my friends outside S. Africa. “Lobola” is the African concept of a dowry or bride-price.  You see, God gave me great legs. I flaunted them at the Human Rights conference on 21 March. This might have been both stimulating and confusing for some Christian pastors and the Bishop wants to advise them that I am not up for sale in marriage. 

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“There are very special reasons why I want to singularly honour these two beautiful souls for having blessed my ordination yesterday.
1. I have known Reverend Gerd Pontow for many years~I use to buy New Thought books from him e.g.THE SCIENCE OF MIND textbook etc.
2. Rev Stephanie is the founder of Soul-Home, South Africa’s first multi~racial New Thought Center, where my friend and the host of the Human Rights Summit, Muzi Cindi, found a spiritual home during the darkest night of his soul.
3. These two beautiful souls are nurturing Muzi’s spiritual life in a manner that is humanly inconceivable.
4. Rev Stephanie is my sister, my coach, etc. We are working together on many empowering projects~[check my Facebook space soon].
5. The foundation for me to be ordained as a Metacostal Bishop came after Muzi officially re~introduced me to Rev. Steph and Rev. Gerd.

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Rev. Gerd, Rev. Steph and Muzi Cindi at Muzi’s book launch of “Jesus for a Digital Age” – December 2018 

On the NEW THOUGHT side of things I totally submit to their leadership and counsel.
They will be my two visiting professors at THE METACOSTAL INSTITUTE in Sandton City, Johannesburg, very soon.
6. The African Continent is blessed to have these two New Thought Leaders.
7. New Thought Spirituality is the only spirituality that embodies UBUNTU AND RADICAL INCLUSION – second to none.
8. There is no religious or spiritual movement that promotes WOMEN IN LEADERSHIP and openly affirms same gender loving relationships like NEW THOUGHT.
I think it will be proper to say I dedicate my Metacostal Bishopric to you two, Muzi and the whole SOUL-HOME FAMILY.

On a lighter joking note!
Any African man who is chasing my sister Rev Stephanie must understand that the LOBOLA is far too high!


Appreciating the miracle of global communication via technology.

All blessings,

Rev. Steph

Author of “The Sex Goddess: Debunking the Mythology of God & Sex”

“The Miracles of Earth are the Laws of Heaven” – Johann Richter