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I return back to LA and land a dance role in a film as a choreographer. By now, I had gotten accustomed to being a target (gossip/haters) like... Everyone thinking I MUST be a lesbian, since I don't CHASE guys and prefer to be in my room, working on my other projects. LOL The casting director clarifies it.
Casting Director; "Nichole... They said YOU must be one of those French lesbians since you're beautiful."
Well, at least they got the right energy. LOL Divine fem all the way!
That, was followed by sheer loathing since the casting director (who everyone wanted to hang with) was dissing parties, to be with ME. Exclusive dinners for exclusive advice. LOL The whole cast decided to play a PRANK... to get even. Sent a guy (I actually liked) the main actor, to my hotel room to personally invite me to the wrap party. He hands me a piece of paper with an address on it, tells me he'd really like to see me there. I was so happy. Since we were shooting in New Orleans and I didn't know my way around, I decided to take a cab and took my time getting ready, instead of going with the cast. I made sure I looked SUPER hot. I talked to the cabby the whole way.
We get there....
It's an old abandoned building, in the downtown core of New Orleans where prostitutes and drug addicts live. I cried the whole way back. Next day, I have a scene with the same guy. I see him... Walk up real close to him... look in his eyes. TURN him to salt. Ahahaha!! Actually... I smile and watched his eyes drop to take in my body, I was wearing black tights and loose white T-shirt, hanging off one shoulder. He put his hands on my hips. I let him. I whisper... in my language "You're SOOO fucked." part Israeli, French and Russian that accent, is pure sultry. He comes in closer. I swing my fist right across his face! KAPOW!! Gave him a black eye. And! A free nose adjustment (he so needed). I was called in. They wanted to fire me on the spot. They ask me to step outside and I hear the producers and casting director yelling!
Producer; "She broke his nose?! His eye's SWOLLEN. He's our lead actor!"
Casting director; "If she HIT him she has a reason. Call make-up!"
TALK about... power (of influence). LOL At the end of the week I'm re-filming a scene up on stage talking to my dancer actors. Cueing them in for their performance. I'm standing center stage preparing to say my line and count them in. Spot light's on me, the cameras rolling and the director yells, "Action!"
Nichole; "Let's take it from the top! A five... six... seven... eight!"
They don't MOVE. Cameramen are all looking at each other. Director walks up, asks what's the problem. Everyone's shrugging their shoulders. He signals to do it again. I count the dancers in. Again... NOBODY moves. All the dancers are scratching their head looking at each other, in a daze! It's like, they all have AMNESIA. All fifteen of them. LOL The director's super pissed. We try it a few more rounds, everyone's completely FUCKED. None of dancers can remember their dance moves. It was insane. The director's pacing back and forth blowing smoke fumes out of every orifice of his body. Friggin' hilarious. I laughed so HARD... inside.
Director; "Let's go ONE more time!"
I stand on my mark, face them all LIGHTS ON!! A dancer from the back yells, "It's her EYES! Don't LOOK at her eyes!" OMG my client was right! Bright LIGHT and that hypnotic thing! LMAO The dancers adjust their view and all dance on cue. FUCK I'm Medusa reincarnated. O _ O Cool! She was an Earth Goddess. An avowed Priestess of Athena until one day she's doing her thing (praying at the Temple) and the Sea God, Poseidon so taken by her HAS to have her, right there!! Not exactly date rape, but same. Athena ONE super jealous bitch SO pissed that the Priestess broke her celibacy punishes her. Believing that Poseidon was seduced and intoxicated by the beauty of the Priestess, transforms her into a CREATURE (no one is permitted to look at). Makes sense. Fast forward and into the 21st century! Medusa turns into a Legend and pops up on Gucci bags. LOL Bow down BITCHES.
Not too many dead heads on Gucci bags. LOL
Just when I want to call it quits (for film) I get another part, in a film. LOL The first day on set production STOPS. The main actor's lover dies. Everyone tried to console him, got nowhere. We were required each day to be on the set (regardless). Each day someone else tries but the actor is just TOO fucked up to work. Don't blame him. Finally, I see him alone by himself and go sit next to him... on the ground in front of his trailer. After fifteen minutes of silence... I said something. He cried... I cried. We hugged and he was ready to work. I was encouraged to become a shrink on set, for actors. LOL That didn't sit well. I'm NOT a shrink and I feel they're way too confining (off focus) and limited in their view point with categories/sections of psychology books they've studied. Matching symptoms (issues) with preset scenarios and groupings. Neglecting to plug you into your individual sense of POWER. Since their lens are general focused, not intrinsically focused. Not plugged into the fiber of who you ARE (part untouched by experiences). THAT can't fail.. because of where IT comes from. When this surge of strength is fully felt it, disables all fear-based preset conditions and/or learned behavior (reactions). They fall by the way side (not needed). To be dependent on a psychiatrist or psychologist is not a clear EXIT if the energy sustaining you has been tampered with and you're not sealed into your power, just dependent on another source.
I return to Gold's gym and decide to enter my first competition. Charles's Glass top Trainer in the world, helps me with my diet (for free). He tells me NOT to expect to win. It's political and judges have their favorites.
Charles; "It's a tough competition, Nichole."
Nichole; "I AM my only competition."
I didn't give a shit. I knew once I step on STAGE. It's mine. I OWN it. And yes, I'm possessive AF with the stage and my food. LOL I made it to the top five finalists. The cameraman from Fox Sports News was interviewing top five contenders for the championship title. He walked up to me put the camera in front of my FACE and says
Cameraman; "You've got 30 seconds to talk about WHY you love bodybuilding."
I start talking and half way through... he stops filming and put his hand on his forehead.
Nichole; ""Do you have a migraine? Should we do this another time?"
Cameraman; "No... What you're saying, is so powerful I need to knock off the other girls, give you more air time!"
I took home the first place title in the NPC Bodybuilding Championships followed by a feature in The Muscle Flex Magazine. I decide to write about my 7 years in Tibet 'Manhattan Style' and call it; Fear Strikes Out. It gets published in Vision Quest Magazine. Although not noted, all the potholes I fell into (scorched) scenarios that turned my soul to dust, I CAN say... I graduated the University of Adversity. Earned that mofo! Master's Degree. LOL Circumstances (more scorch) propelled me back to Toronto even though I didn't want to leave and quit my dream... Which I had NO clue what it was, just that it was HUGE.
I return to Toronto and bump into a dancer, I used to know now turned a comedian. He lets me know he was being interviewed on TSN's 'Off The Record' and how HARD it was to get on that show. I call the Producer ...
Nichole; "Hi! I'm Nichole Kolman you don't know me, I just came from LA and you need me on your Show!"
Producer; "Wow! I love your energy! Okay how about next week?"
Nichole; "That's too soon. Give me a couple of months to make a splash in Toronto first, K?!"
Producer; "Alright you call me when you're ready."
What can I say... I give good phone. LOL I decided I wanted to design my own Show for The Special Olympics. Call it... Fit To Soar! Most fitting, since I can talk about it on 'Off The Record' a sport show. In a hilarious turn of events, I pick up a job at a gym, pick up the phone when no one wants to deal with this lady bitching her complaints. I calmed her down, handled her issue, we vibe and she let me know she works for the Vice President of the Special Olympics. I had an appointment the following week.
I say hilarious turn of events because when I did call and GOT to talk to the President, he didn't want to meet with me unless I sent him the outline of the show, first. Hell no! I meet with the Vice President and he puts me in contact with the entertainment producer for the Special Olympics, who happens to be... A jazz teacher I used to dance with. Now married with an autistic child. We're in SHOCK when we see each other! I needed fit dancers, so I handpicked clients to train, work out, teach dance moves and mentally prepare to perform in front of millions of viewers. I had NO adrenals left... by the time I was done.
Simultaneously, I called MOJO Radio AM 640 and told them they needed me on the show. I became a reoccurring guest, no website yet. Which super annoyed the Talk Show host, since people were asking for it. It's under construction I told him, waiting to be birthed. They called me triple X fearless, fierce and ferocious. Why? I picked up a phone introduced myself, told them I needed to TALK about what I knew best. Relationship Issues from an Athletic Point of View. A topic, I begun to voice in the gyms. Always at least five girls around my bike. Guys... privately. All telling me I need my own television, radio show. I was addressing their issues, talking about things overlooked, obscured and hidden in the today's relationship (dating) trends. How we girls were shooting ourselves in the FOOT (every time). How the fitness movement punctuates that. And although the truth can be hidden... it couldn't be buried. Medusa can see through anything. LOL I was seeing patterns and their consequences with the guys and girls (no one was catching) word SPREAD. I was invited to speak at the Toronto Metro Convention Center. I was being referred clients that had pull and when one client said she's been trying to land a client for 4 years to advertise with and he was my client, I made sure he called next day. LOL She sealed the deal. Should have asked for 4%. I asked instead, for my CV to be circulated at OLN TV Network. Soon I had an interview and audition for Sweat Sports with an Edge. I land it, as a talk show expert (sports nutritionist) no schooling. I write the script for all the episodes, did my own research and set up with props. When I asked my producer how the executive producers were liking our segments he says,
Producer; "I don't know... All they keep talking ABOUT is your part."
I receive a phone call requesting a meeting with the executive producer. I TRY... to remember not to talk non-stop and JUST listen. LOL She starts talking as soon as I sit down. Thankfully!
Executive Producer; "Over the weekend Nichole, I had my nieces and nephews over. The show was on and they were playing, when you came on they stopped everything and could NOT take their eyes off you. It's like they were hypnotized."
(THAT... Medusa thing at play) LOL
Executive Producer; "You have something... special. I want you to write key words that you relate to, so we can build a show around you and your strengths."
I fell off my chair. Don't even remember driving home--think I flew. Wouldn't surprise me. LOL Shortly after, she had to resign due to health reasons, and although it didn't materialize with HER... It was the highlight of my LIFE. Year later, I submit my resume for a secretary position in an entertainment media company. I needed to get close to the movers and shakers, those are who I most relate to, identify and are in sync with. I get a request for an interview from the man who owns the entertainment media company, who takes great interest in me and asks if there's a project in the works. Music to my ears! LOL The project reality show, I was inspired to build around my strengths for the executive producer was completed. I shared my concept and design for producing my reality show, called; 3 Fat Guys & Nichole. The man happens to know an international television distributor and instructs me to send only 5 pages to pitch to him. The guy loves it! He wants to have a phone meeting since he lives in Montreal. I'm talking to him on my bed... in my underwear and bra. He tells me he wants to design the show, with a Russian, Chinese and British Nichole.
Nichole; "Noooooo! This is NOT a fluff fluff show!! I'm ACTUALLY going to transform these guys."
I said no... to a lot of money.
Mom always said, to make sure people see my face when we spoke (not on the phone). Omg! SHE knew about the Medusa thing and never told me!! Lmfao I brush it off and soon land a TV sports commentator part for The All Strength Fitness Challenge (filmed in Aruba). I agree to take the role provided, after I can pitch my show . He agrees. Then goes bankrupt after the show. I continue to train in the gym, talk to clients, random strangers, television, radio, didn't matter. I always said what I saw or heard (inside). I always answered unfiltered, raw, unafraid. I remember training a girl who said after our first session.
Client; "You're NOT a trainer, you're a Guru."
Nichole; "Say... Whaaaat?" LOL
The man who was SO messed up with Scientology after our talk, he brought in a BOX with a second hand on it and said,
Man; "This box is supposed to take you back in time and CLEAR you of your trauma. I bought it for four grand. YOU... DO this Nichole. You clear people's SHIT."
Nichole; Mouth open. Thinking... Should I ASK him for four grand?! Lmao
Two university girls I met in the sauna, talking about their GUY issues. Following week bring in six MORE girls and one of them said,
University girl; "K. Once she TALKS... you'll never have enough of her."
Guy I pass in the gym and comment on his pimple...
Nichole; "Dude... THAT'S a girlfriend issue pimple, if I ever saw one!" LOL
Guy; "How CAN you tell? I've been having a fight with my girlfriend, it's driving me crazy. "
We start talking. I let him know what led to what. HE stops talking... put both hands on his head says
Guy; "OMG. If you TALK... a thousand guys WILL come."
Top pro MMA fighter client, when asked why he wasn't referring any other fighters says...
Fighter; "I can't Nichole. YOU'RE my secret weapon."
And that's exactly what I felt like. A message in a bottle... never seeing the LIGHT of day until someone rubs me the right way. LOL Needing insight... Changes EVERYTHING.
What is of you... you cannot see.
Like a mirror you need another human to accentuate what is there. I am that Mirror and You are the ONE that brings me to LIFE. It wasn't until I decided to build this site, dedicate myself fully that I was granted access to recognize (join the dots) and realize, without YOU... I am disabled from my Source. I need YOU to awaken a gift that's powerful only when joined with YOU. True power is ignited, where there's an opening to join in...
Yaaa... don't say. LOL
When I was finally told by a client... "Nichole. The World needs your wisdom. Where's the BOOK?!" Things changed on a dime! I decided to write for teens a book about their ISSUES. I sat in cafes for the next 12 years interviewing and offering advice to guys and girls. Talking about their pain, confusion and how to navigate through the corridors of hell (break up/bullying/inner demons/isolation). High school students crowd my table daily, seeking advice. Showing me pics of their guy/girl so I could read their face. The girls called me their Fairy Goddess. They'd text their friends from the parking lot to let them know if I was THERE available. I dropped my business to be on call for them. Used my Survival 101 skills to exist and periodically received envelopes of hundred dollar bills on my laptop, from the customers knowing what my project was all about. The MOST fulfilling time of my life (thus far).
I am serenely blessed to be able to share and disseminate this BOOK now as a medicine, for fragile (broken) or fragmented hearts, antidote for toxic cycles, remedy for a poisoned soul. I call this book, The Wisdom of the Penis - SOS Manual (sorely needed). LOL As predicted, twenty years earlier by my client in LA and as stated, written simply... without BIG words. Slang.
Let no heart remain in the dark... Is WHY I'm here.
No Bullshit Queen