For as long as I can remember, I’ve seen beyond the surface of things. What others call intuition or sensitivity was, for me, an unfiltered awareness of the unseen—the subtle energies behind words, gestures, and silences. I could sense what people were truly feeling, even when they smiled. I noticed the quiet tremors beneath well-rehearsed roles, the truth others preferred not to see.

Born in France on a full moon, my life began with a complete blood transfusion due to an antibody incompatibility between my parents—an early initiation into the mystery of transformation through traumatic experience. At eight, I began describing mystical visions and divine experiences that my parents could not comprehend. Concerned, they took me to a doctor who prescribed Valium, abruptly severing my natural connection to the Divine and ushering me into what I would later call my Thirteen Years of Darkness—a time when I masked a deep spiritual loss behind rebellion and addiction.​​

On my twenty-first birthday, after a moment of despair that brought me to the edge of life, Grace intervened. In an instant, the emptiness dissolved into radiant joy. Meditation became my daily anchor; drugs and alcohol disappeared overnight. From that day forward, my life became a living pilgrimage—a devotion to inner work, healing, and the rediscovery of divine presence.