​ “My” stories come to me like butterflies. They flutter straight to me from the heavens, sometimes completely unexpectedly, they are there, sit on my hand and tell me a story, which I then write down, for myself, for you, for everyone who wants to hear or read it. Each story is like a little butterfly kiss from the highest heavens, given out of infinite love, for all the children of light who still remain here in the darkness of the earth and are a sweet greeting from our families of light who are longingly waiting for our return!