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    For all the brave hearts…

    This one goes out to all the brave hearts facing their shadows these days. Be proud, Brothers & Sistersfor you have decidedto finally put an end to ancestral pain and grief. Be proud, Sisters & Brothersas you dissolve patternsthat have lived through the centuriesthus enabling our childrento finally break free from these bonds & chains. Find defiance, Beloved onesin the darkest caveeye in eye with your personal dragon.When everyone stopped believing in you and your powers,Find defianceand release a power in your heartthat never surrenders. Be full of trust, Fellowsas even science finds these daysthat we were right.That generations of pain and sadnessCAN be healed within ourselves.We are the maloka,we are the healing houseswe are the…

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    The courage of being myself

    ‘He who goes to war to kill innocent children, can never be a hero’, my teacher used to say when I was in 3rd grade in a small Bavarian village.‘Imagine a bank robbery’, he used to continue. ‘The robbers take a young woman and her child as hostage, threaten to kill them with their guns. Would you stand up and offer to be the hostage instead, very well knowing that it might end very badly? Well, if you did, then you’d be a hero.’ It was almost 40 years ago that our teacher told us this lesson and what I never forgot was the link he opened between courage and fear.…

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    Promise of a Rose

    Very often I feel very small.Unperfect, unfinished, not at all fitting my expectations. I read great spiritual teachers and – oh my God! – they are so wise and they have so much life experience and frustrated I shake my head and look at my own poor existence.Well, because I fell into the comparison trap… Went back to competition mode of which I once had decided to escape from.But it isn’t that easy (of course…) If you take your time and listen to a rosebud, if you listen very carefully and patiently, you will hear her whispering: ‘I am a rosebud. And I am surrounded by roses that bloom in…

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    Fusion: Now

    It was a beautiful wedding, nervously and fearfully planned yet filled with so much Love. Me, Oliver, the occidental male brain driven guy, marrying Moonchild, the shamanic intuitional indigenous woman. My heart may have missed some beats when I finally put my white hand into her brown one. Shyly looking to the left and her smile making me smile, too. I inhaled deeply, then I promised to trust her intuition and to walk side by side with this strange but lovely being from now on. And she replied that yes, she would trust my sense of reason every now and then and finally we kissed and our hearts began to melt…

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    Take the long way Home…

    This post will be on ‘the Path’, the sometimes legendary, often cursed, mostly invisible and yet fulfilling way Home. But please, dear reader, allow some words on this blog, ‘the Snowy Owl’, first. I had started with the intention to track down or to chronologically describe my ‘long, dark night of the soul’ that had started in July last year (2019) and still keeps me breathless. But inspiration had other plans and so I find myself writing about experiences that seem to have no logical consequence. And isn’t that what defines the Spiritual Path? Every now and then we feel that we see the logic, the narration behind what happened…

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    About Warriors of Light…

    It was the second week of September last year, 2019, when the shaman whispered.It was a gathering of female healers in Pisaq in the Sacred Valley of the Incas when the shaman whispered.It was Sunday afternoon, and all the men were invited to join the 550 women who had gathered for a week in the mountains when the shaman whispered.It was me, sitting amidst the men, surrounded by Hundreds of women, staring at the ‘abuelitas’, the grandmothers from Australia, Africa, North America and elsewhere, staring how they danced along the circle line, gifting their prayers towards us. I am not sure, but my memory says it was the ‘abuelita’ from…

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    The secret of the Snowy Owl

    A story I would love to share tonight, a story that was brought to me by the Snowy Owl… — Once upon a time there was a little girl. The girl woke up in the middle of a dark, dense forest. The girl had no clue how it had come here, but it immediately knew that she was far, far away from home.Fear tightened its grip around the heart of the little girl and with tears in her eyes she looked around. Saw shadows moving in the darkness that could be demons or trolls or worse.She heard horrible sounds, cold whispers that seemed to come closer and surround her. She began…

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    Lessons of Love – how it began…

    Italy – origin of yummy food, tasty red wine and lovely people who make you feel at home immediately. True, absolutely, and I was looking very much forward to travel to the Abruzzo mountains in July this year (2019). Invited by my lovely friend and soul sister Lia who would celebrate her wedding in the tiny village San Benedetto in Perillis where – quote from local musician Michele – ‘energy lines cross’. We were about to move from Colombia to Perú as our tourist visa expired and the week in Italy seemed a welcome distraction from health certificates for dogs, airline hotlines and putting bags on scales to fit their…

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    2020 – Remain in the ashes

    A new year, a new decade, we have arrived in the 20s. According to many ‘lightworker groups’ out there the beginning of a new, a golden era. The old will crumble and fall to pieces and we will trustfully melt with our higher selves and be Light, Love and …Well, you name it. Since around 11.30 last night I am feeling nothing. Absolutely nothing, except a slight sadness and deception. Imagine the hero fighting his way through dense forests full of toxic snakes, sneaking past or challenging evil wizards. Doubting his sanity more than once, in fact every day and making his stand on the threshold to final destruction at…

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    F*ck the path and cuddle a cat

    This is my first post on Radio Love and yes, I am nervous. There is so much that happened since July and I have absolutely no clue of how to bring things into a chronological order.I am sitting in a beautiful vegan café in Ollantaytambo, in the Sacred Valley of the Incas in Perú where I live with my family since some months.I am happy to still be alive. Happy to have somehow returned to ‘my life’, whatever that means. I am starting this blog – ‘Follow the Snowy Owl’ – on Radio Love not to give instructions on how to survive the ‘long, dark night of the soul’. It…