How Nikola Tesla Harmonics Came Into Existence
It all began childhood. The thread connecting me to Nikola Tesla was woven long before I understood what it meant.
I was born in Slovenia to Bosnian immigrants. My father was Croatian and Catholic. My mother was Serbian and Orthodox. Two worlds meeting in one child — the same beautiful, complicated, passionate South Slavic blend that ran through Nikola Tesla himself, who was born Serbian on the territory that is today Croatia. That shared ancestral and cultural root would prove to be far more than coincidence.
When I was three, four, five years old, my father and his best friend would spend Sunday afternoons together playing chess. His friend was from Lika, the very region where Tesla was born. As they played, they listened to Yugoslav football broadcasts coming from across the country — Sarajevo, Zagreb, Belgrade, Ljubljana, Skopje — and they spoke of Tesla. Often. Very often. And I, this small child playing quietly nearby with my little figurines, would listen. So carefully. I didn't understand everything they said, but I understood the feeling. The deep respect. The pride. The sense that this man was special, important, and that because we came from that same place, that same heritage, we carried something of his greatness within us.
I'm in my fifties now, and I still remember those Sunday afternoons vividly. I can still feel it — that quality of attention, that sense of something being woven into me, thread by thread. Looking back, I understand it as deliberate. As if something was imprinting him into my memory, into my field, into my very existence. Remember, it whispered. Remember.
The Lightning and the Stars
The next pivotal moment came when I was thirteen or fourteen years old. Our school organised an excursion to the Technical Museum Nikola Tesla in Zagreb, Croatia. They showed us his experiments — the lightning, the coils, the crackling electricity filling the air. I stood there, mesmerised. I was an introverted child, but this captured me completely. There was something about that lightning, that raw power harnessed and directed by human understanding, that went straight into me.
But it didn't end there.
Right after the museum, we went to a planetarium. We walked directly from Tesla's experiments into that darkened space, and the sky opened above us. Unlimited. Vast. The greatness of the universe revealed in all its glory. I had never seen so many so beautifully distinct stars.
I remember standing there, looking up at that infinite sky, and something shifted inside me. I was seeing two things at once: the human genius reaching toward understanding, toward mastery — the magician who knows how to play with powerful forces — and the infinite cosmos itself, so much greater than any individual, yet responsive to consciousness, to intention, to will.
That feeling of greatness. Not grandiosity. Greatness. The recognition that we are part of something immense, and that immensity is alive, intelligent, responsive. I felt it then, as a child. And I still feel it today when I look up into the clear Australian desert night skies.
Years of Seeking
Life moved on. I became a young mother in deeply difficult circumstances, eventually leaving an abusive relationship with my son and rebuilding myself from the ground up. That process of healing made me a genuine seeker — of trauma healing, of practical spiritual tools, of deeper truths. I trained in Reiki to Karuna level. I explored Shamanism, Sufism, sacred philosophy. I read widely, questioned everything, learned above all to think for myself and refuse surface-level explanations.
In 2012 I left Europe for Australia with my partner, beginning what would become a four-year sacred road trip across the continent. From the white quartz beaches of Cape Range in Western Australia, to the ancient heat of the Kimberley, to remote sacred sites across this extraordinary land. Living close to the earth, working humble seasonal jobs, moving from place to place, I entered a process of profound remembering. The separation between myself and nature dissolved. I began communicating with trees, observing how they speak to each other through resonance and frequency, understanding the living intelligence that runs through all things.
The Original People of this land had always known this. For fifty thousand years and beyond, they lived it. No separation. No fear. Just communication. Just relationship. And I understood: I needed to remember this again. Because it is not learning something new. It is remembering what I already know in my bones.
Tesla Becomes Present
It was during this time on the land that Nikola Tesla's presence in my life became increasingly obvious — more frequent, more vivid, supported by an almost impossible stream of synchronicities. I had been following the work of people from the Balkans who saw Tesla not merely as a scientist but as a mystic and deeply spiritual being. In the long solitary days of the Kimberley heat, with my mind gradually surrendering its busyness, knowledge began to flow. It felt as if it came from the sandalwood trees I worked among all day — a kind of wireless communication, telepathy without words, moving through the field as pure frequency and resonance.
I found myself talking to the trees. Not metaphorically, but directly, as if they were living beings. Because they are. And they responded. Not in words, but in a way that was completely clear.
"But instinct is something which transcends knowledge. We have, undoubtedly, certain finer fibers that enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction, or any other willful effort of the brain, is futile."
Venice and 369 Numbers
The synchronicities accelerated dramatically during a return journey to the Balkans. Walking through Venice with my partner — a city we both thought we knew well — everything looked and felt different. More alive. More beautiful.
Charged with an extraordinary quality neither of us could quite explain. We were laughing together, joking about having somehow slipped into a parallel timeline, a different frequency of the same place. In that moment of laughter, I lifted my gaze across the street.
The house number directly opposite us was 3-6-9.
We had been speaking of Tesla all day. Standing on that ley line, in that extraordinary city, looking at those three numbers on that wall, something settled into complete certainty inside me. This was not coincidence. This was a message. I needed to pay attention.
And I did.
"I am part of a light, and it is the music. The Light fills my six senses: I see it, hear, feel, smell, touch and think. Thinking of it means my sixth sense. Particles of Light are written note. O bolt of lightning can be an entire sonata. A thousand balls of lightening is a concert.. For this concert I have created a Ball Lightning, which can be heard on the icy peaks of the Himalayas."
The Dream on Hvar
The pivotal moment came on the Croatian island of Hvar — whose very name, in ancient Persian and Avestan, means radiant sun. We were driving through lavender fields in full June bloom, our little white van moving along what felt like the back of a dragon. I felt a strong inner urge to stop at a small stone church. We went in and sat in the silence. I felt a deep presence — something sacred, something out of the ordinary. We walked down to the lavender fields, and again something in the air felt alive, intentional, meaningful.
That night, Nikola came to me in a dream.
He took me back to that place — back to Hvar, back to the lavender fields, back to that sacred stillness. And he said:
"Let me teach you how frequency works. How you can be a transmitter and receiver of that frequency."
He explained that we humans are the most extraordinary technology in existence. Not separate from nature, but part of it. Capable of receiving and transmitting. He taught me about lavender — that it carries a frequency, a quality, an archetype, with medical, spiritual and vibrational properties. But most importantly, he showed me that the frequency exists first, in the Akasha, in the field of all knowledge and all possibility. And that we, with our brain, our body, our consciousness, can receive that frequency and transmit it — to ourselves, to our environment, to other people.
"You can connect this way with literally everything," he told me.
In that moment I understood. I understood why I could talk to the trees. Because it is invisible, wireless communication. Not mystical or magical — logical. It is how the universe works. Frequency. Resonance. Sympathetic vibration.
Later, I took some photos. But when we returned to Australia and looked through them, I found something extraordinary. A photo I don't even remember taking, an image of the Holy Mother in the church, captured as a glass mosaic. In the photograph she is surrounded by orbs. I believe they bridge the material world and the energetic realm. The sacred made visible.
The Confirmation That Changed Everything.
The real confirmation came the very next morning.
Our neighbour's little puppy had died in an awful accident. My son was there when it happened. The puppy died in his arms. He was devastated, traumatised, in shock from the sudden loss of this little being he loved.
And do you know what he did?
He went to a shop and bought a beautiful lavender plant. He placed it on the puppy's grave.
He had no knowledge of the dream. He had not heard of the teaching. And yet of all the flowers available to him, he chose that one — the precise frequency Nikola had taught me about the night before.
I stood there watching my son grieve, watching him instinctively reach for lavender, and I understood with absolute certainty: this was not theory. This was not imagination or wishful thinking. This was a living, breathing, responsive intelligence working through the world — reaching toward us, healing us, guiding us, confirming.
This was when Nikola Tesla Harmonics was truly born.
The confirmation deepened further when I later searched online for the church on Hvar where the experience had begun. Its name was Saint Nikola.
Writing It Down and Beginning the Practice
From that point, I sat behind my laptop and wrote everything down — every teaching, every image, every piece of knowledge that had been received. And then I began to practice. Night after night, with discipline and with genuine personal need, because I had my own wounds still healing, my own questions about life that needed answers. I wasn't just learning a technique. I was living it.
I would return each night to the sacred space within my awareness — the place I had created where Nikola and I could safely meet. And bit by bit, layer by layer, he taught me. Not just the technique itself, but who he is now. What his existence looks like from where he stands. How he sees the world he left behind.
Over time, something began to shift in me. My mind felt more structured. Clearer. My writing became more precise. My motivation deepened. I became less driven to change those around me and more focused on building and creating what I was truly here to bring into the world.
What emerged from all of it — from the childhood Sunday afternoons listening to my father and his friend speak of Tesla with such pride, from the Zagreb lightning and the planetarium stars, from the Australian wilderness and the communicating trees, from the Venice house number and the Hvar dream, from the lavender on a puppy's grave — was Nikola Tesla Harmonics. A grounded, practical, profoundly beautiful modality for remembering what we already are, and learning to receive from the unlimited field of intelligence that has always been available to us.
And the Learning Continues
I continue, night by night, day by day, to learn, to explore, and to deepen this knowledge. Each session brings something new — a refinement, a deeper understanding, an unexpected confirmation that this work is alive and growing. I do not consider myself to have arrived anywhere. I consider myself a student, a receiver, a devoted practitioner of something far larger than myself.
And I believe, with everything I am, that this is of the most profound importance for the world we live in today. A world that is loud, confused, and searching. A world that has forgotten its own depth. A world that urgently needs people willing to become still enough to listen, to receive, and to bring through the knowledge and the solutions that are already waiting for us in the field.
This is what Nikola Tesla Harmonics is. This is where it came from. And this is why it matters.
The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence.