My Journey

Even in my youth, I always had the strong feeling that life is more than what society suggests it should be. More than the dull ride through school, training, career, starting a family, working for 40 years, and then being “free” in old age to finally do what many dream of doing their whole lives. Traveling, discovering the world, finally having time for the hobby you've wanted to pursue for so long. Somewhere deep down, I knew that couldn't be all there was.

Since I naturally lacked awareness and had also chosen to invite a fair amount of trauma into this life as a growth stimulus, this knowledge primarily expressed itself in rebellion against everything I perceived as authority. I was also—like so many teenagers—caught up in the outside world. Due to my early, deep wounds, I was always looking for romantic relationships in which I made my partner responsible for filling the “holes” in my being. Coupled with a deep-seated belief that I was literally unlovable, which I continued to cement through highly toxic behavior, I created drama after drama after drama.

In young adulthood, I developed an ingrained sex addiction, which continued to add tons of shame and guilt to the mountain growing inside me and, of course, ruined most of my relationships.

Intuitively following my fascination with humans and their healing process, I began my training as a physical therapist in 1998. At first, I was obsessed with focusing only on my patients' physical difficulties and ignoring everything else. Of course, it didn't take long before I had to abandon this idea because I was confronted with evidence that the body and mind are inextricably linked and that it is absolutely impossible to work with only one of these two parts. I began to study communication psychology. Not in the sense of advertising and marketing, but in terms of how we humans communicate with each other and, above all, internally with ourselves.

In 20212, I had my first massive spiritual awakening experience. Out of nowhere and in a state of complete sobriety, I was torn from my body and catapulted to a plane of being where I could feel without a doubt that I was one with everything that exists. I was outside my body and at the same time aware that it was standing “below” in the sun with tears running down its face. Space and time did not exist where I was. It felt like I was swimming in warm honey soup, wrapped in pure love. At that moment, I understood that I am a soul that dwells in a body and not, as I had previously believed, a body that has a soul.

At the time, I didn't have the words for it, but then I learned that this type of experience is called an “oceanic experience.” Absolutely fitting.

Six months later, I experienced what I later came to call the “dark night of the soul.” Triggered, of course, by a relationship, I slept hardly at all for four weeks, spending my nights awake in the depths of my being and my days in a state of almost manic clarity. I had never felt so alive before. During this phase, I understood that I alone am responsible for what happens in my life. And also for everything that has happened since before I was born. That my entire life is focused on learning what it means to live as a soul in a human body on Earth.

As so often happens, I quickly had the opportunity to put this newly acquired knowledge into practice. And I decided against it. Instead, I chose to go through the consequences of my old beliefs once again and lose myself completely in a relationship. Through this relationship, I proved to myself that one of my deep beliefs – “My relationships last a maximum of two years” – was wrong. was wrong, because it lasted eight years. At the same time, I repeatedly ignored the opportunity to examine my other beliefs and recognize my relationship wounds, feel their consequences, and thereby integrate them. And in doing so, I co-created with my partner, who was living with her own wounds, a hell with torments unknown to me until then.

So it was not surprising that in 2019 I found myself in a workshop where we were invited to share something with our neighbor in a circle, audible to everyone, that we did not want him or her to know. So I turned to my neighbor in the circle and said, “I don't want you to know that I can't stand myself at all.” I burst into tears before I could finish the sentence. This extremely painful realization, which I had not been aware of until that moment, marked the first conscious turning point on my journey to myself.

Years of intensive therapy work followed. In addition, I attended countless workshops, trainings, and retreats in the areas of tantra, men's work, shamanism, and soul embodiment. And, of course, guided plant medicine ceremonies and psychedelic solo journeys also played a major role in helping me gain new insights about myself and my life and integrate them with the things I already knew.

In 2023, I decided to leave my identity as a physical therapist behind and devote myself to learning modalities that would help me assist seekers in finding their way to themselves, to their hearts, to love, and thus to home. The part of me that identified very strongly as a physical therapist naturally resisted with all its might, giving me the opportunity to experience for myself what it means—and what it takes—to build a new life.

Today, I am of course still in this process. I have come to understand that the human experience is subject to constant change and constant becoming, and that it is important to embrace this change as the only constant and to actively shape it.

And even though I am still learning all of this, it fills me with incredible joy to have reached a place in my life from which I can help you and others walk the path to a life filled with love.