
Ellechemize your life with me, Elle (born Chantelle Angeline) —a Radical Life & Mindset Coach, intuitive guide, and spiritual alchemist. My story isn’t neat, tidy, or sugar-coated—it’s raw, messy, and unapologetically human. A blueprint of resilience carved out through heartbreak, chaos, and spiritual awakening.
I was born in Rhodesia during the Civil War and grew up amidst the unravelling of apartheid in South Africa. My family moved every two years, chasing new beginnings that often felt more like running from the wreckage. By 12, my parents split, and my teenage years became a revolving door of homes—bouncing between my mother, father, aunts, and friends, never quite sure where I truly belonged.
At 16, the world as I knew it imploded. My mom died during the abolishment of apartheid, and the night before she went into a coma, I had a premonition I was going to lose her- this came an hour after we hung up the phone, and she was fine! It was my first undeniable experience of the spiritual realm—a realm I’d already been tiptoeing around for years. My mom was the original mystic rebel: tarot cards, crystals, and moonlit ceremonies long before they were cool. She’d tell me to hush up about it because, in the 80s, talking to spirits wasn’t something you bragged about at school.
But the supernatural was always there, woven into my DNA. My grandmother and uncle spoke to spirits, and by age eight, I was having full-on conversations with an “imaginary” friend—only she wasn’t so imaginary. Fast-forward to now, and spirits still pay me visits, flicking my lights, running taps, and, occasionally, rearranging my artwork (thanks for that). I see beyond the veil and hear what isn’t spoken, a clairvoyant and clairaudient who walks the line between worlds.
I’m what they call a thin-boundary person—a creative, fluid, intuitive risk-taker who thrives in the mystical realm. While thick-boundary people stick to their picket fences, 2.5 kids, and mortgages, I’m the one swimming in waters most people would drown in, coloring so far outside the lines that I don’t even know where the lines begin.
Don’t you dare romanticize my story. Life has sucker-punched me more times than I can count. My mother’s death was just the opening act. Since then, I’ve lived through two family suicides, my fiancé’s suicide, three miscarriages, a brutal divorce, the murder of a close friend, and an obscene number of friends’ deaths in a disturbingly short time.
I’ve been sexually harassed—badly—not once, but twice. Different CEOs. Different companies. Different countries. I’ve been on the other side of domestic violence too. One night, he dislocated my shoulder and sent me to a Fort Lauderdale hospital. I’ve had my fair share of abuse, but I refuse to let the world slap the word “victim” on me. I am a survivor.
And let’s not forget the narcissists. I’ve danced with them too many times to keep track, but here’s the thing—they taught me how to fight back. I’ve earned my black belt in boundary-setting, one painful sparring match at a time.
Each of these losses could’ve shattered me, but they didn’t. I got back up every time—raw, bruised, but unbroken. At 27, during my Saturn Return, my first spiritual awakening cracked me wide open. Living in Dublin and knee-deep in my high-stakes PR career, I booked a session with a psychic medium. One reading turned into an invitation to become his apprentice, and just like that, my life took a wild left turn.
I left corporate PR, packed a single suitcase, and flew to the Caribbean with €800 to my name. I didn’t have a plan, but I had faith, and that was enough.
From there, my journey became a kaleidoscope of places and identities: London, Dublin, Mallorca, Bali, and Mexico. I spent eight relentless years at sea in the superyacht industry, navigating the demands of ultra-high-net-worth clients, celebrities, and royalty. It was a pressure cooker existence, but it taught me grit, adaptability, and how to thrive in chaos.
These days, I’ve dropped anchor in Playa del Carmen, where I live with my three rescued cats—Shaanti, Ayahuasca, and Je’tiame.
My life is a blend of radical self-care, spiritual exploration, and unapologetic creativity. I’m a Reiki Master Healer (since 2007), a 500-hour yoga teacher trained in Rishikesh (2016), and a certified Access Consciousness practitioner (since 2021). My practices include plant medicine ceremonies, daily hapé rituals, EFT tapping, meditation, and Human Garage alignment.
I’ve also poured my soul into my writing, penning two memoirs—Ellechemy and Mexicoma—that chart my journey from rock bottom to rebirth. And if you’re curious about the steamier side of life, my upcoming erotic novel dives into the intrigue of my superyacht years.
I’m also a resin artist—a gift that came straight after my first ayahuasca ceremony. In the thick of that journey, I received a message so random, I almost laughed it off: “Paint with resin.” At the time, I thought it was absurd. Resin? For surfboards, not art.
But life has a funny way of making things come full circle. The day my dear friend Jess died, I found myself standing over a box of art supplies I’d bought shortly after that ceremony, supplies I’d completely forgotten about. In a haze of grief, I unpacked the box, grabbed a few tools, and started splashing. There was no plan, no technique—just raw energy flowing out.
Now, I like to think of my resin work as channeled pieces, with Jess working through me. After all, she was the artist, not me. But maybe that’s the beauty of it: I had to surrender to the flow, and in doing so, the artist within me was unleashed.
Each piece I create is a fusion of chaos and beauty, a reflection of the raw, unfiltered energy of life and death. It’s messy, it’s real, and it feels like something bigger than me—something divine.
Ready to ditch the drama, drop the excuses, and finally claim the life you’ve been dreaming of? Whether it’s breaking free from a toxic ex, leveling up after a narcissist’s wreckage, sucker-punching the trauma of suicide loss, or rewiring your mind through Radical Self-Acceptance Coaching, I’m here to guide you. My programs—Sucker Punch Suicide Survivor, Toxic Ex, Fuck the Narc, and Play With My Energy, Not My Heart—are designed to help you dazzle, straighten your crown, and unleash your black cat energy.
This is more than coaching—it’s a full-throttle Holy Fcking Transformation. It’s time to create your Holy Fck dream life.
You’ll also get access to my free eBooks loaded with tools to empower your journey. No fluff. No BS. Just raw, real, and soul-shaking guidance to rise from the ashes of pain, grief, and toxic cycles.
Rewire your mind into radical self-acceptance.
Become absolutely unfckwithable.
Soft heart. Strong boundaries.
This isn’t about “fixing” you. You’re not broken. This is about unlocking the powerhouse within, reclaiming your voice, and playing by your rules.
Life is waiting. Are you ready to take it by the balls and rewrite your story? Let’s fcking go!

The Alchemy of Chantelle Angeline
Names carry weight, stories, whispers from the cosmos coded with purpose. Chantelle Angeline isn’t just a name; it’s an invocation, a declaration, a living, breathing tale straddling worlds.
Chantelle starts with Chant—a vibration, a spell, a ripple that shakes the universe awake. Chanting is primal magic, ancient alchemy. It’s intention with a voice, the power to transform. I’m the one spreading those words, a walking mantra, both the message and the messenger.
In Hindi, Chan means moon—the cosmic mirror, lighting up the shadows and pulling the tides. The moon doesn’t apologize for its phases, its dark sides, its moments of retreat. That’s me too. Fluid, reflective, in sync with life’s raw cycles.
Then there’s Telle, the storyteller. Stories are how we bleed truth into the world, how we connect, how we heal. My story is my power—raw, gritty, unvarnished. Through my words, I strip it all back, inviting you to find your own truth in the chaos of mine.
And then Angeline. The angels. Not halos and harps but messengers of something bigger, unseen yet undeniable. A nudge from the divine, a whisper reminding me to stay grounded while plugged into the infinite. Angels walk with me, push me, challenge me to keep digging deeper, to keep showing up.
Together, Chantelle Angeline is pure alchemy:
• The chant that shakes the soul awake.
• The moon that dances with shadows.
• The story that cuts deep and heals.
• The angel that bridges heaven and hell.
This isn’t just a name. It’s my essence, my mission. To shine light into the dark, to tell the stories others can’t, to channel the chaos of life into something that transforms, connects, and ignites. This is me—raw, unapologetic, and always evolving.
What’s in a name? In mine, everything.
