PARADISE DOES EXIST

I was ten years old — still somewhat aloof and simple, drifting through school days,
listening to fairy tales pressed onto vinyl records.

At eleven and a half — BOOM.

Sitting alone on the grassy slope of a hill at the foot of the Austrian Alps, life took me completely by surprise. Time stopped. Space expanded. I was flooded with such overwhelming bliss that it spilled over into tears.

Something in me was born awake.

The experience was indescribable. All I knew was: THIS IS IT.

I don’t remember how long this blessing lasted. I returned home before sunset, and gradually the intensity faded. But something fundamental had changed.

A new benchmark had been set. A new “me” had been born.

And so began my search for a permanency of this paradisiacal state of consciousness.

Have you ever had a similar experience?

A glimpse into a completely different dimension of awareness?

The thing is — I could not forget it.

And in contrast to that vastness, the routines of conventional life felt flat, almost lifeless.

As Rumi wrote:

“What you seek is seeking you.”

We all experience turning points.

 

But if you have ever tasted that awakened, wide-open state of being, you cannot truly be satisfied with anything less. That sacred dissatisfaction becomes a passion. A fire. A magnetic pull drawing you home again and again.

Eckhart Tolle expresses it beautifully:

“You are here to enable the divine purpose of the Universe to unfold. That is how important you are.”

The journey home has become my greatest passion — and my mission:
to support fellow human beings on their path of re-union with the paradise that was never truly lost.

No amount of wealth, health, or fortunate life circumstances can replace this, can it?

Do we have a choice?

No.

Clarity has no choice.

Yes, you are free to postpone the journey home for as long as you wish.

But you cannot erase the part of you that remembers.

You simply cannot. No one can.

The question is not
‘Quo vadis?’ (Where are you going?)

The question is:
How long will you postpone the inevitable return to paradise?

A Simple Daily Practice: The 3-Minute Return

Once a day — anywhere — pause for three minutes.

Stop whatever you are doing.

Feel your body from the inside and let yourself breathe..

Notice the space around you.

Let everything be exactly as it is.

No fixing. No improving. No seeking.

Just this: I AM THAT.

That is a doorway.

That is remembrance.

That is home.

 

With love, ❤ Marc