meet maurice
a journey
of remembrance
sacred voice alchemist · soul guide · founder of entheosonic®
i see my whole journey of life as a soul initiation, learning to live in communion with nature, spirit, and all of life.
in the great symphony of life, each of us carries a note.
my path has been a remembering of how to hear that note, how to give it sound, and how to live in relationship with the symphony around me.
this relationship began with nature. long before i understood what spirit meant, i knew what it was to listen.
communion with nature
nature is waiting.
since i was a child, nature has been where i find myself.
in complete silence, listening to the trees, the birds, the animals, the water, the wind.
and somewhere in that silence i began to communicate. not with words, but through sound.
i would sound, and nature would respond.
i often found myself in tears in the meeting with what i call my beloved Mother Nature.
when this love stirs in my heart, i meet the purest, most innocent state of myself. like a child again, in awe of every presence.
animals began to come to me, curious about this communion. i would sound, and they would respond.
the symphony is not somewhere else.
it is life itself.
this is where i learned to listen. this is where i learned to sound. this is where i learned belonging.
roots of the journey
i came into this world alongside my twin brother. he arrived prematurely, needing extra care, and needed my presence close to him to survive.
in those first days, my soul never fully landed in my body.
without being held, without that first grounding in human arms, i stayed in the realm we come from. the space between worlds. the place before birth and after death. i know that place well.
what brought me here, to this earth, to this body, was nature. through the window of that hospital room, i saw trees. and something in me recognised them.
nature became my first mother. the forest became my first home.
the relationship i found there has never really left me.
over time, and through the work, my soul has fully incarnated. embodied. landed.
and that early threshold between life and death became part of the way i understand the world.
what could have been only a wound became part of the gift i came here to offer.
the threshold
from what i can remember, at the age of four, i would leave my body at night, between waking and dreaming.
my soul would travel to meet those who had passed but didn't yet know they were gone. i helped them find their way.
as a child, i had no words for this. it was simply what happened. a natural part of how i moved through the world.
this early relationship with the threshold between life and death shaped everything that followed.
it is part of why ceremony has always felt familiar to me. a place where the visible and invisible can meet.
born a twin
two souls. one beginning.
growing up as a mirror of someone else taught me something i carry into every session: the soul is irreducibly individual.
no two voices are the same. no two paths are the same.
never felt at home
i never felt at home in holland. not in the jobs, which never really served me. not in the way life around me was organised.
the only place i consistently felt safe was nature. and music, always music, where i could express something that ordinary life never quite allowed.
there was always a sense that i belonged somewhere else.
mathematics & sound
i studied mathematics and became a teacher for a while. not because it called me, but because it was a way to participate in society.
it didn't last long. i was thrown out of the school because i wanted to change the entire education system.
which, looking back, was probably one of the most honest things i ever did.
from there i studied audio engineering. i wanted to understand sound completely.
and something began to reveal itself through that study.
mathematics and sound showed me something i have never forgotten:
everything is vibration.
everything is music.
my life became a soundtrack. i started creating soundtracks for theatre in asia.
what began as a technical understanding of sound started to open into something much deeper: a felt knowing of resonance, frequency, and the living sound of existence.
leaving
so i left holland. left what wasn't serving me, and went to thailand.
then i travelled throughout asia. then to borneo, into the rainforest, into the primal energy of the earth.
i thought i would stay for a year. i stayed for seven.
then another year in malaysia, even closer to the jungle.
in the city i had felt trapped. in the jungle i felt completely free.
there i could create films, theatre pieces, visual art. i could communicate the way i actually wanted to. and i could develop my voice.
what looked like fleeing
turned out to be arriving.
the symphony of life
i sing the day.
in asia i travelled everywhere by motorbike.
helmet on. the road opening in front of me. the sun coming up.
and i was always sounding. not with lyrics. just felt sound.
i felt the sound through my whole being. through my body. through my breath. through every level of myself.
the engine. the wind. the traffic. the birds. the people. the changing light.
the symphony of nature revealed herself even in the middle of traffic.
i realised the symphony was not somewhere else. it was life itself.
the sound became my prayer.
my way of saying thank you for being given another day.
i still sing the day. not with lyrics, but with felt sound.
monk life
when i arrived in thailand, something unexpected happened.
being in a buddhist country felt like remembering, not learning.
the meditation traditions, the monasteries, the whole way of being felt like something i had already lived.
so i went to vipassana. and eventually i lived as a monk for a short while, to honour that part of myself.
this brought me into a different relationship with the divine, and with spirit in all of life and nature.
mindful photography
through the lens of my camera, i began to see with different eyes.
spirit in everything. beauty everywhere. a living presence moving through trees, animals, water and light.
i began to photograph from that place of listening. sometimes animals would come close. sometimes a moment would simply reveal itself.
the photographs in my gallery came from this communion.
i wasn't searching for beautiful pictures. i was meeting the living world.
what i witnessed,
i captured.
the voice
then the voice began to reveal itself.
the more i lived in nature, the more i understood that sound was not something i was creating.
i was listening. and allowing sound to move through me.
my voice became a way of communicating with the world around me, and eventually a way of meeting the world within me.
this is where the seeds of voice alchemy began.
the instrument became the path.
the voice kept secret
through all of this, my voice was opening. but i kept it to myself. it felt like prayer: a private communication with nature, with the animals, with the trees, with the primal energy. i thought people would think i was crazy.
so i kept it for myself. for years.
crossing the atlantic
another part of my soul initiation journey
in 2015, after another visit to borneo, i crossed the atlantic, from bermuda to the azores, through a huge storm with pre hurricane season winds and waves that rose like houses out of the darkness.
night fell. the boat lurched and groaned. i crawled forward into the storm, gripped the thrashing sail with both hands, and screamed into the wind, a guttural cry from somewhere ancient.
and in that moment, i felt no fear.
something deeper than fearlessness. a complete aliveness. my soul was fully present in my body in a way i had never known before. if the storm had taken me, i would have gone in a beautiful way: surrendered, awake, whole.
when i tried to think, i was separate from the storm. when i surrendered, i became it. wave, wind, voice.
hours later, the sea became glass. stars were scattered across the surface of the ocean, a perfect extension of the sky.
through my initiations in borneo, i learned one of the biggest lessons in my life: nature is never against us. the storm is an initiation. it asks one question: what is your anchor?
mine was the soul.
that crossing was not survival. it was the most alive i have ever felt.
coming home
after living on a boat for a long while and the atlantic crossing, i could only live on an island. i moved from the boat to menorca, and two years later to ibiza, where i lived another two years, giving retreats, deepening the work.
then my soul called me back to the netherlands. back to my roots. i was already giving retreats when one day i began to sing and sound in front of people.
the feedback stopped me.
people told me what my voice did to them. how it opened their heart and made them weep. how it helped them ground. how it made them feel safe and embodied for the first time.
i realised i had developed a gift, in the silence of the jungle, in the relationship with nature, in the years of keeping it close.
and then i understood something that changed everything.
the voice
i didn't find my voice. my voice found me.
it happened gradually, then all at once. through the years of travel, of silence, of sitting with the unseen, something began to move through me when i sounded. something older.
then i held year long weekly voice liberation circles, sitting in front of people, singing for them. fully surrendering. tuning to their system. i felt and witnessed the impact it had, how something in them shifted, settled, opened.
when i open my voice now, i feel ancient frequencies moving through. close to where birdsong arises. how trees seem to sing. how the wind moves. how water meets the surface.
the voice became the bridge i had been looking for. between the seen and the unseen. between what i always felt inside and what i could bring into the world. between earth and spirit.
the seeing
there is something i have always lived with, a way of perceiving that goes beyond the visible.
i see vibration. i see where it has frozen: in the body, in the nervous system, in the places where life has stopped moving and something got held.
frozen sound is in everything. and i can meet it there, in the level of sound, with my voice.
when i work with someone, i move across levels of consciousness, meeting whatever is present, whatever form it takes.
when i meet christ consciousness, i can give the sound of christ consciousness. when i meet fear, grief, a pattern that won't shift, i meet it in sound. and i release it by bringing it back to the light.
it is a living prayer. one i don't choose. prayer happens through me for what needs to be experienced, to align and attune each person to their divine blueprint, to restore the sacred within, so they can meet their soul and release everything that stands in the way of that meeting.
entheosonic®
sound, spirit, and sacred medicine
even through my meditation practice, i never felt a need to work with plant medicine. over time, sacred plant teachers, especially psilocybin, called me deeper. this bond was born of living communion and reverence.
my work with sound is something i remembered. it flows from the same realm i came from before entering this body: the luminous space between earth and spirit.
for years i held space for others in silence. just presence and the medicine. the medicine was refining me.
and then one day, in the jungle, something shifted. spirit whispered: now it's time. and the voice arrived into the ceremony like it had always belonged there.
the songs came through. prayers from somewhere older than me, moving through my body, meeting the intelligence of the medicine, meeting the soul of the person lying before me.
this is what later came to be called entheosonic®, a word that came like a name given, not chosen. a synthesis of sacred voice and psilocybin intelligence. a living field of presence and remembering.
each ceremony invites the soul back into resonance: to surrender, to listen, to sing again.
a life between worlds
since childhood i have walked between worlds. this has never left me.
there is a felt connection to life before and after death. to what continues. to what carries through. to the ancestors who are not gone but simply present in a different way.
it shapes everything: how i listen in a ceremony, how i respond in real time to what is present, how i hold the space. i am working from attunement.
daily devotion
each day is a practice of refinement: polishing the vessel, emptying the channel. through meditation, silence, prayer, sound, and presence, i stay attuned to the currents of spirit.
the path continues to humble me.
every ceremony teaches me something. every voice i meet carries something i haven't heard before. every journey into medicine reveals another layer of what is possible when a human being is truly met, as a soul.