In spiritual circles, they often say: “Go with the flow, follow your
intuition.” For a long time, I believed that, and it was wonderful to feel as if I
was riding a different wave. But over time, I began to realize that what I
called intuition often sprang from unconscious patterns. Survival
mechanisms, disguised as the voice of my gut feeling. I thought I was being
guided by something greater, yet time and again, I ended up in the same
situations. It felt like an endless circle, repeating itself, and I didn’t know how
to break free.
The system — with its expectations, patterns, and fear of lack — was
rooted more deeply in me than I wanted to admit. It drove my choices, my
desires, my reactions. And I followed. Not because it was right, but because I
didn’t know any better — because I simply couldn’t tell the difference
between what came from outside and what truly came from within.
My trust in the magic of life had been buried under layers of fear and
conditioning. And yet... deep inside, something kept whispering: this isn’t
who you truly want to be. This isn’t the life you are meant to live.
The love I felt for Matthias was stronger than the limitations of my
fearful thoughts and old patterns. If I truly wanted to build something with
this man, I had to be willing to let go of the life the world had imagined for
me — and listen to something deeper.
Everything in my head protested. But everything in my heart and body
knew: I wanted to walk this path with him.
This meant daring to make different choices.

One of the most significant turning points in my life was a deep
realization: it wasn’t about me. I was part of something much greater —
interwoven with everyone and everything around me. From that moment,
something essential shifted. I felt joy — true joy — in simply contributing.
In deep silence, I felt my feet sink into the earth, taking root. In that
moment, my body felt fragile. The roots grew, intertwining with those of the
trees nearby. It was as if light radiated from their roots. I felt their
compassion, love, and care for me, as if I were one of them. They infused me
with energy, helping me grow stronger. Tears streamed down my face in that
sacred moment, as I realized I was one with the trees, with the plants, with
all of nature.
It wasn’t just a thought or idea — but something I felt in every fiber of
my being. The trees were nourishing me. We were connected. I belonged. I
was part of them. Nature was caring for me.
We humans — we are no different from the trees. We are meant to
nourish and support each other. But somewhere along the way we forgot. We
were taught to stand alone. To compete.
And we believed it.

“Evi, it’s time you start adapting to the real world. Why don’t you just get
a steady job?”
“I don’t want to fall back into that pattern. I want to do it differently. I
want the freedom to choose my own hours, to feel from within what I want
to contribute to.”
“You just have to accept it — that’s how life works.”
“I don’t believe it has to be that way. I know there’s another way.”
“I think you’re just avoiding responsibility. You’re so stubborn.”
The courage drained from my body. Again that weight —the pressure to
explain myself, to prove myself. Why was it so difficult to speak from the
place I lived in, to share the way I truly saw the world?
“It can be different!” I wanted to shout. “It doesn’t have to be like this!
We’ve been tricked into thinking this is normal, but something deep
inside me knows — this isn’t it.”
Humanity had lost its way, wrapped in a dense fog. Conditioned to
believe there was no alternative. That life was just something to endure.
For years, I had dragged myself to work. At first, there was hope — the
belief that I could make a difference. But slowly, the spark faded. The
rhythm of repetition dulled my senses. Whas this really where I belonged?
Was this what I came here to do? I just did what was expected of me. Month
after month, the same cycle. A paycheck — the bills got paid, and just
enough left to feel alive again. Stress was a constant presence throughout the
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year. But didn’t I have weekends and vacations to unwind? At least, that’s
what I told myself. Those moments were merely a temporary relief — a brief
distraction — while I spent the entire year working, without ever truly
finding rest. I never considered that work could bring me joy on a daily
basis.
Over time, the light in my eyes slowly faded.
“How many people felt the same?” I wondered.
I lived with a persistent sense of dissatisfaction. No matter how hard I
worked, no matter how much I bought, there was always something missing.

I dream a world
Where everyone has what they need
Where each person can develop their talents
and contribute in the way they choose
Where creativity, music, dance, song, and art
take their rightful place

I dream a world
Where humans and animals are equal
A world that moves
to the rhythm of nature
Where every heart beats
for the well-being of all living beings and the Earth

I dream a world
Where technology serves a positive purpose
Where solutions exist
to restore what has fallen out of balance
And nature is free from pollution

I dream a world
Where form is given free rein
Nothing is fixed
Everything is a moment
A sound
A tone
A color
A world of light

When I looked at nature, I saw an endless exchange — everything
continuously passed on, spread, and shared. Sometimes consciously,
sometimes unconsciously. Seeds traveled on animal fur and landed in places
where that plant had never grown before. Birds ate seeds and then excreted
them. Nature constantly multiplied itself.
The economy I grew up in seemed to operate in the opposite way. We
often drew our income from a single source. It was all about scarcity —
holding on, saving and accumulating. In reality, this was very unnatural.
Expansion and true growth could never happen this way.
If we began to act more like nature, we would understand that our
resources come from many different places. We would scatter our seeds
everywhere, knowing that in turn, those seeds would bring forth new ones
for others.
For us, working on a basis of appreciation meant returning to a more
natural alignment with how nature functioned.
Yet, our first attempts were anything but easy.