My experience manifested in countless deadly illnesses, aggression and bad reactions to jabs (polio).

Once I could talk the words: Why and NO were my motor. ( I thought humans were evil incarnate, and all grown-ups were stupid and liars...aaa the honesty of children!)

Obviously, Non worked; I left footprints of my rage in the form of knives - scars on the doctors who tried to help me(?), and the wish to fly again turned me into a ballet dancer, a swimmer and un enfant terrible. (A rebel, every parent's nightmare)

Long story short, my company consisted of *animals-buenas*(others call them animals, but as it translates to bad spirits, I rather rename those wonderful beings) and nature spirits, which I will name faeries here; reading my mind, they made it clear I am one of them and came here to be some kind of a cosmic Sherlock Holmes, so I vowed to do so. (yes, pinky swear)

So the quest for the Truth became my raison d'être before I could walk or talk, yet the deep sadness for the fate of the earth, nature and her manifestations nor the death wish didn't go away. (It took years of explorations to transmute it into wisdom and power).

It has been a wild ride of a raging Rebel; the occasional amnesia made me try to be "normal." I failed miserably, of course, and boy, I am happy about that.

So here I am, filled with explorations, investigations and experiences (and many tools under my belt), which I hope will be useful and inspirational to some of you on your quest to discover the mysteries of the cosmos, yourself, and stand proud as a servant and lover of Truth.

I am grateful to Michael Tsarion and David Whitehead for kicking my butt during our interview and encouraging me to go public with my box tools.

Also, my long-time friend Peter Jacobson, who, during the interview, started this site.

Bon voyage to the brave, and remember:

No equilibrium and no focus means no pirouette!

Tink