The second time I connected with my soul map was years later, when I was 13. I spent some time in Tibet with my mother while she worked as a German guide. That was when I saw Everest.

I wept uncontrollably. There was an overwhelming force within me, pulling me toward her. I wanted to get closer to her. I researched everything I could about her, even dreaming one night of the climbing route. I felt something deep inside me, something I couldn’t yet explain. It was magic. I wrote a song for her, playing my guitar and singing it out loud. I told everyone around me that I had found my first love - Everest - and that I would climb her.

They all said I was crazy. Only my Opa smiled and said, Das ist wunderbar.

Later, I moved to New Zealand for high school and university, studying subjects that were considered practical for making a living. But I had no passion for them. The things that kept me going was joining the Alpine Club at university and playing guitar with a band. Every spare moment, I spent climbing - small mountains, big mountains, some I didn’t even know the names of, and some that may not have had names at all. My friends thought I was tough, amazed by how many peaks I had summited. But for me, it was never about the challenge. It never felt difficult. It was just love - love running through my veins.

As I entered my twenties, life took its course. Some of the most important people in my life left, one after another. There were ups and downs, moments of doubt. At times, I lost my way. I followed what society told me I should do. I achieved things that looked like success. People said things like titles, certificates, and awards mattered. But I never felt for them. None of them meant anything if I had to sacrifice what I truly valued. I didn’t want to play the game of authority.

In the end, I realized that love was my only mission - my only belief in this world. My true calling spoke to me again. So, I started playing my own game. I picked up my camera and my guitar again, as my third and fourth hands, and began recording life as it unfolded. I captured the beauty of everything I loved - people, mountains, nature - just as my Opa and Oma had done, passing their love down to me.

It wasn’t until after I turned thirty that I connected with my soul map again - through subconscious memories and past lives. Suddenly, everything became clearer. The questions I had asked myself as a child, the inexplicable longing to return to the Himalayas, the certainty I had always felt - all of it finally made sense.

Why did I cry every time I saw towering, snow-covered mountains? Where did this love come from?

It came from my past lives. I had already been there. I had already summited Everest. In that life, I had spent a decade exploring the Himalayas. My mind in this life couldn’t remember, but my body and subconscious did. That’s why I was born with mountain skills, despite no one in my family being a climber. That’s why I have always felt this unshakable love. My body remembers what my soul has always known.