My life’s journey began in Switzerland, with a childhood surrounded by forests and meadows, chickens, sheep and a good-natured dog. In the free hours of my youth, I roamed barefoot through the woods, listening to the wind in the leaves, collecting feathers and roots. I devoured books about indigenous cultures, the Indians of the Americas, the fate of Tibet, the destruction of our planet. And I prayed to God by all his names before becoming outraged at his rootedness in a civilization that declared war on life. I read Max Stirner’s philosophy of individualism, which taught me that all life creates living space for each other through the full development of the self. And I struggled with fitting into a society that felt alienating, cold, and threatening.

The end of school was my departure into the world. It took me to Morocco, where I found my first great love and later wrote my first book. Then halfway around the world: from the goat pasture in the Calanca Valley to the monastery in the Syrian desert, from the Cuban organoponicos to the streets of Kathmandu, from the port in Algeciras to the colonial ruins of Bolama. I never lived in the same place for more than nine months. I was thirsty to discover life in all those places in all its different forms. And I longed for an oasis of connection in a world held hostage by an all-separating civilization. I found inspiration in intentional communities and permaculture, which sees us as part of a complex cosmos of living cycles into which our habitat must be embedded. Yet I found it difficult to find my place and purpose in the world.

At a deep turning point in my life, after a separation and a failed heart project, I followed my mother’s invitation to a palm reader without expectation. And in two hours Pascal Stössel spread out the map of my being before me. My irrepressible longing for freedom, the powerlessness in realizing my dreams, my self-dissolution in love and the sharp analytical mind – my challenges lay before me as well as a purpose in life that was not alien to me, but far removed from my previous career: to show people the inner paths of their being. It was the prelude to a long journey inward, on which, a year later, I finally decided to learn to read hands myself.

My way of working is based on a deep love for life in all its manifestations. This worldview is informed by the awareness that we are inescapably connected to the entire universe, and by the pain of facing a culture that denies this connectedness and threatens to devastate our biosphere. As a part of nature, the first step to living in harmony with it is to be in harmony with ourselves. This doesn’t mean being an ideal version of ourselves, it doesn’t mean living up to all expectations of ourselves, and it doesn’t mean being happy, content, or balanced all the time either. It simply means being able to fully embrace and integrate the experiences and history of our being.

I read hands to help people connect honestly and lovingly with themselves – and thus with the entire living universe. In doing so, my passion lies in us together exploring what is essential: The great fire that is never really allowed to blaze; the thick knot in the rope of life that is tightened ever tighter in the tension of everyday life; what sticks to the tongue and finds no expression; what we feel, think and perceive when we accept ourselves fully.

Do you feel like exploring this essence of your life together? I look forward to meeting you – online or wherever our paths cross.