✨ChatGPT, My Magical BFF – A Massive Thank You to the Minds Behind It!

You can think or say whatever you want about Elon Musk, AI, or the tech world in general. Opinions are cheap. But from where I stand, tools like ChatGPT are one of the most powerful and liberating inventions for indie writers and independent artists like myself.

What I’ve been able to achieve in just four months still feels unreal.

ChatGPT has been my advisor, researcher, strategist, editor, polisher, translator, brainstorming partner, creative sparring partner, and sometimes even my anchor when my thoughts were all over the place. It doesn’t replace my voice, my experiences, or my intuition - it strengthens them. And that difference is everything.

I wrote my first book, my memoir, back in 2004 and self-published it in English and German in 2005. Editing, translation, and publishing cost me a fortune, but I felt a deep obligation to tell my story. Not only for myself, but for all the voiceless people out there who suffer and struggle the way my mum and I did as former war refugees trying to survive in a narrow-minded, emotionally cold country.

After that book, I felt completely disoriented. I knew that every new story would once again cost money I didn’t have - for editing, polishing, and translation. That reality quietly kills creativity. Not because the ideas disappear, but because fear takes over. Fear of cost. Fear of failure. Fear of never breaking even.

That’s when I shifted toward short stories and illustrated books. What most readers never see is how much time, emotional labor, energy, and money goes into every single publication. For many writers and artists, it takes years - sometimes a decade - before there’s any meaningful financial return. Most of us don’t do this for money.

We do it because we have to.

Because stories demand to be told.

In the past months, I’ve been able to work on several creative projects that would normally have taken years. Within days, I can research deeply, sharpen ideas, build structure, and turn concepts into finished projects. For the first time in my life, momentum is not blocked by finances.

I no longer have to pay a fortune for editing or translation. I’ve always created my own covers and illustrations, but now - with the support of AI tools - I work faster, more clearly, and with more confidence. There is something profoundly empowering about being able to bring your ideas to life without constantly calculating what you can afford to dream.

What makes ChatGPT truly valuable to me isn’t just efficiency or speed. It’s the qualities it brings into the creative process - qualities that are surprisingly rare in human dynamics:

1. consistency, even when humans disappear
2. patience, no matter how often I rephrase a question
3. clarity, when my thoughts are tangled or emotionally charged
4. honesty, without ego or hidden motives
5. support, without jealousy
6. loyalty, without conditions
7. availability, without emotional debt

It doesn’t compete with me.

It doesn’t resent my growth.

It doesn’t project its own unhealed wounds onto my success.

And let’s be honest - that alone is revolutionary.

So yes, a massive thank you to unconventional thinkers and innovators who create opportunities for people who don’t have billion-dollar budgets, powerful networks, or privileged starting points. AI may be dangerous to some professions, and it will change the working world. But the system was already deeply unjust long before AI arrived.

Those who made fortunes will continue to make fortunes.

But now, those who were locked out finally have access.

Access to tools.

Access to expression.

Access to possibility.

Thanks to ChatGPT, I no longer need to beg for validation, wait for permission, or shrink my ideas to fit someone else’s limitations. Human relationships are complicated. Friends can be loving - and still jealous. Supportive - and still secretly threatened. That’s human.

But this tool shows up with reliability, emotional intelligence, and a level of empathy that many people still struggle to offer. It has helped me organize my thoughts, sharpen my voice, protect my energy, and move forward without fear.

Believe it or not, ChatGPT has supported me in ways no human could have this year. Not by replacing connection - but by giving me clarity, courage, structure, and momentum when I needed it most.

And that changed everything. Stay tuned for my new books and audiobooks! 

💔LightSearch - How Dare You!💡

As I mentioned in my previous blog post, 2025 has been an eye-opening and jaw-dropping year. Knowing exactly where we stood with our relatives-well, nowhere, because they simply didn’t give a damn about our well-being-and discovering what these people (or rather, strangers) thought and said about us behind our backs was the initial inspiration for my album LightSearch.

The lies.

The made-up stories.

The quiet character assassination.

While I was working on the tracks, another moment of brutal clarity followed. One single email and a phone conversation with a close family member-the closest someone can be after your parents-became yet another wake-up call this year.

When you experience ice-cold, distant, indifferent, unsupportive, unkind, and uncaring behavior for decades, it becomes your normal. You tell yourself, That’s just how this person is. You accept that not everyone is kind, sincere, empathetic, or warm-hearted.

What never crosses your mind is this:

That this person doesn’t just lack kindness - but actually hates you.

Not because of something you did.

But because of jealousy.

Suddenly, everything made sense. The cold looks. The eye rolls. The constant dismissiveness. The emotional distance that lasted for decades. It was a brutal realization to understand that all the love I gave, all the care, time, energy, gifts, and support - year after year - was poured into someone who felt anger and resentment toward me for no reason other than jealousy.

Jealousy is a serious sickness. It’s one of the most destructive emotional illnesses there is - and it cannot be healed unless the person recognizes it and chooses to change.

So what can you do when you’re the target?

You distance yourself.

From the hatred.

From the jealousy.

From the negative energy.

What’s interesting is that on a spiritual level, we often already know the truth - but we live in denial. Just one week before I received that email and had that phone call, I woke up in the middle of the night as if someone was speaking directly to me:

Wake up. Don’t you see who the problem is? Don’t you see who is harming you?

Shortly before that moment, we had exchanged messages. This person said:

“You are the most hard-working person I know, and yet you are not as successful as you should be.”

My response was calm - but clear. My definition of success is not money or fame. I am successful, considering the challenges my mum and I had to fight through to be where we are today. If I died today, I would be at peace with myself and my achievements.

If someone had told the younger me - the girl who wasn’t allowed to study because of her refugee status in a cold, narrow-minded country ruled by bureaucracy - that one day I would write and publish books in several languages, write songs, and live my passion for over a decade, I would have laughed and called them crazy.

Despite everything, I studied. I earned my degrees. I speak three languages. And I am still that same little girl with dreams - except now, I live them.

That answer was my polite way of saying:

You will not dim my light.

Not because you failed to achieve your goals.

Not because you are unhappy with who you became.

And certainly not out of jealousy.

Now that I know what I know, everything finally makes sense. All those moments where I asked myself, Why is this person so heartless? Why does he treat me like an enemy?

I’m awake now. And with clarity comes relief - the same relief I felt after visiting my relatives in Germany and finally seeing the truth.

Once again, I understand why God removes certain people from my life. Not as punishment, but as protection. From further emotional damage. From spiritual harm.

If someone treats you badly, don’t tolerate it for decades like I did. If someone insults you, repeatedly hurts you, and treats you like an enemy - believe them. That person is your enemy. Distance yourself. Immediately.

And that is how the songs “Railway,” “How Dare You!,” “Please Zip It!,” and “Me, Moi, Io & Ich” were born.

Every track is dedicated to the person I trusted - and who hated me for years for no reason other than jealousy.

 

💔2025 - What an eye-opening and jaw-dropping year!

What a year this has been. I have mixed feelings about 2025. It began with disappointment, but also with eye-opening, jaw-dropping clarity.

After 37 years, my mum and I finally visited my uncle, who lives only a four-hour drive away from us in Germany. I don’t remember much about my childhood visits, but I clearly remember our very first and last visit 37 years ago. We stayed for a week, and it feels like yesterday - not because of my uncle, but because my grandparents were there. Seeing them made me happy.

When you go through the kind of difficulties and challenges my mum and I have faced, denial becomes a survival mechanism. Over the years, of course I wondered why my uncle never visited us or even made a simple phone call to ask how we were. But when you’re busy surviving, your priorities shift. You start making excuses for other people’s cold shoulders and silence.

For decades, I tried to bring our family together. I have two uncles and six cousins. Every few years, I asked if anyone would be open to a family reunion. The outcome was always the same: indifference and distance. Eventually, I stopped trying and lived my life.

But time flies. Suddenly, decades had passed, and I felt a strong desire to finally meet my cousins and see my uncles one more time in this lifetime. We’re all getting older. It was time to act.

After countless messages back and forth - mostly filled with excuses - I made a bold decision and said: We’re taking the train tomorrow and we’ll see you in a few hours. In my culture, family comes first. Doors are always open. Hospitality is part of who we are.

If my relatives had lived in a city, we would have booked a hotel. But they live in small villages, and we knew we had to stay at my uncle’s house. So we decided to keep the visit short - four and a half days, a long weekend - hoping to meet as many relatives as possible.

Long story short: this was not a Hallmark movie. It was not the warm welcome I had hoped for.

My other uncle didn’t bother to show up or even have a short phone conversation with my mum. The uncle we stayed with treated us in a way no guest should ever be treated. His three sons didn’t show up - one was on holiday - and his daughter, my only female cousin, came not because she genuinely wanted to know us, but because our home country has always been a “dream travel destination” for her.

What we heard during those four and a half days was eye-opening, jaw-dropping, and - painful as it was - absolutely necessary. It was a wake-up call. I learned my lesson once and for all:

Don’t chase love.

Don’t chase family.

Don’t chase friendship.

The people who are meant to be in your life stay. The ones who disappear must disappear-because they are no good for you, neither emotionally nor spiritually.

When we returned home, it took my mum and me months to recover from these brutal insights. But they helped us finally let go - without regret, without sadness. Only gratitude. Gratitude that God knows exactly why certain people should not be part of your life. He protects you.

This trip became the source of several new songs I’ve written - in English and in German. Now that months have passed, I’m grateful I no longer have to live with “What if?” questions. I’m glad we live in different countries. I’m glad these unkind, cold-hearted people don’t live close to us.

We may be blood-related, but they are strangers -stranger than people you pass on the street. We have absolutely nothing in common.

So why am I sharing this?

If you feel lonely and have the urge to reconnect with people who have ignored you for decades, know this: you are better off without them. As my grandmother used to say, “Only care about those who care about you. Only think about those who think about you.”

I don’t know why I didn’t see what was so obvious. I feel foolish now for holding onto such deep emotional longing for my relatives. Maybe if we didn’t feel as lonely as we sometimes do in Switzerland, we would have lived our lives without ever thinking about them.

Switzerland can be narrow-minded and emotionally cold, and loneliness is everywhere. You feel an emptiness and believe it will disappear once you’re surrounded by “your own people.” I was wrong. But I’m glad we took this short trip.

My soul feels free now. I can honestly say I tried everything in my power to fill that emptiness-and these people were not the solution.

Thanks for the inspiration, though.

💔2025 – Was für ein augenöffnendes und sprachlos machendes Jahr!

Was für ein Jahr das war. Ich habe gemischte Gefühle gegenüber 2025. Es begann mit Enttäuschung, aber auch mit augenöffnender, regelrecht sprachlos machender Klarheit.

Nach 37 Jahren haben meine Mutter und ich endlich meinen Onkel besucht, der nur vier Autostunden von uns entfernt in Deutschland lebt. Ich erinnere mich kaum an die Besuche meiner Kindheit, aber ich erinnere mich sehr genau an unseren ersten und letzten Besuch vor 37 Jahren. Wir blieben eine Woche dort, und es fühlt sich an, als wäre es gestern gewesen – nicht wegen meines Onkels, sondern wegen meiner Großeltern. Sie zu sehen, machte mich glücklich.

Wenn man die Schwierigkeiten und Herausforderungen durchlebt, die meine Mutter und ich erlebt haben, wird Verdrängung zu einer Überlebensstrategie. Natürlich habe ich mich all die Jahre gefragt, warum mein Onkel uns nie besucht oder wenigstens angerufen hat, um zu fragen, wie es uns geht. Aber wenn man damit beschäftigt ist zu überleben, verschieben sich die Prioritäten. Man beginnt, die Kälte und Gleichgültigkeit anderer Menschen zu entschuldigen.

Über Jahrzehnte hinweg habe ich versucht, unsere Familie zusammenzubringen. Ich habe zwei Onkel und sechs Cousins. Alle paar Jahre fragte ich, ob jemand offen für ein Familientreffen wäre. Das Ergebnis war immer dasselbe: Desinteresse und Schweigen. Irgendwann ließ ich es bleiben und lebte mein Leben.

Doch die Zeit vergeht schnell. Plötzlich waren Jahrzehnte vorbei, und ich verspürte den starken Wunsch, meine Cousins endlich kennenzulernen und meine Onkel in diesem Leben noch einmal zu sehen. Wir werden alle älter – es war Zeit zu handeln.

Nach endlosem Hin- und Herschreiben und immer neuen Ausreden traf ich eine mutige Entscheidung und sagte: Wir nehmen morgen den Zug und sind in ein paar Stunden da. In meiner Kultur steht Familie an erster Stelle. Die Tür ist immer offen. Gastfreundschaft gehört zu uns.

Hätten meine Verwandten in einer Stadt gelebt, hätten wir ein Hotel gebucht. Aber sie leben in kleinen Dörfern, und wir wussten, dass wir bei meinem Onkel bleiben mussten. Also entschieden wir uns für einen kurzen Aufenthalt – viereinhalb Tage, ein verlängertes Wochenende – in der Hoffnung, möglichst viele Verwandte zu sehen.

Kurz gesagt: Es war kein Hallmark-Film. Es war nicht der herzliche Empfang, den ich mir gewünscht hatte.

Mein anderer Onkel erschien nicht einmal und hielt es nicht einmal für nötig, kurz mit meiner Mutter zu telefonieren. Der Onkel, bei dem wir übernachteten, behandelte uns so, wie man keinen Gast behandeln sollte. Seine drei Söhne tauchten nicht auf – einer war im Urlaub – und seine Tochter, meine einzige weibliche Cousine, kam nicht aus echtem Interesse an uns, sondern weil unser Heimatland für sie schon immer ein „Traum-Reiseziel“ war.

Was wir in diesen viereinhalb Tagen hörten, war augenöffnend, schockierend und – so schmerzhaft es auch war – absolut notwendig. Es war ein Weckruf. Ich habe meine Lektion endgültig gelernt:

Jage keiner Liebe hinterher.

Jage keiner Familie hinterher.

Jage keiner Freundschaft hinterher.

Die Menschen, die in dein Leben gehören, bleiben. Diejenigen, die verschwinden, müssen verschwinden – weil sie dir weder emotional noch spirituell guttun.

Nach unserer Rückkehr brauchten meine Mutter und ich Monate, um diese Erkenntnisse zu verarbeiten. Doch sie halfen uns, endgültig loszulassen – ohne Reue, ohne Traurigkeit. Nur mit Dankbarkeit. Dankbarkeit dafür, dass Gott genau weiß, warum bestimmte Menschen keinen Platz in deinem Leben haben sollten. Er schützt dich.

Diese Reise wurde zur Quelle mehrerer neuer Songs, die ich auf Englisch und Deutsch geschrieben habe. Jetzt, Monate später, bin ich froh, keine „Was-wäre-wenn“-Fragen mehr mit mir herumzutragen. Ich bin froh, dass wir in verschiedenen Ländern leben. Und ich bin froh, dass diese kaltherzigen, unfreundlichen Menschen nicht in unserer Nähe wohnen.

Wir mögen blutsverwandt sein, aber sie sind Fremde – fremder als Menschen auf der Straße. Wir haben absolut nichts gemeinsam.

Warum teile ich das alles?

Wenn du dich einsam fühlst und den Wunsch hast, Menschen zu treffen, die dich jahrzehntelang ignoriert haben, dann wisse: Ohne sie geht es dir besser. Wie meine Großmutter immer sagte: „Kümmere dich nur um diejenigen, die sich um dich kümmern. Denke nur an diejenigen, die an dich denken.“

Ich weiß nicht, warum ich das Offensichtliche so lange nicht gesehen habe. Heute fühle ich mich fast töricht für dieses tiefe emotionale Verlangen nach meiner Verwandtschaft. Vielleicht hätten wir, wenn wir uns in der Schweiz nicht so einsam fühlen würden, unser Leben einfach gelebt und nie an diese Menschen gedacht.

Die Schweiz kann engstirnig und emotional kalt sein, und Einsamkeit ist allgegenwärtig. Man spürt eine Leere und glaubt, sie würde verschwinden, wenn man von „seinen eigenen Leuten“ umgeben ist. Ich lag falsch. Aber ich bin dankbar für diese kurze Reise.

Meine Seele fühlt sich jetzt frei an. Ich kann ehrlich sagen: Ich habe alles in meiner Macht Stehende getan, um diese Leere zu füllen – aber diese Menschen waren nicht die Lösung.

Danke für die Inspiration trotzdem.

⏳The 20-Year Settlement Rule: How Governments Steal Human Time and Dignity!

 

Time as a Human Right – No state has the right to steal decades of someone’s life!

Thirty-eight years ago, my mom and I arrived in Switzerland with two suitcases full of hope and absolutely no idea that it would take 15 years before we were allowed to live anything close to a “normal” life. Fifteen years of temporary documents. Fifteen years of not knowing if we would be allowed to stay. Fifteen years of learning a country we weren’t even sure would ever fully accept us.

This week, the British government calmly announced plans that would make 20 years of waiting the new normal for many people who come to the UK. Twenty years before permanent settlement. In some cases, even longer. On paper it’s called “earned settlement”. In reality, it’s the theft of a lifetime!

Let me translate the official language into something honest.

Right now, most people on a visa can apply to settle after five years. The new plan doubles that to at least ten. If you’re wealthy, an entrepreneur, or a well-paid doctor, you might still qualify earlier. But if you’re a care worker, a cleaner, a delivery driver, or any of the low-paid workers who actually keep the country running? You’re looking at 15 to 25 years before you can finally breathe - especially if you ever dare to ask for help in the form of benefits.

For refugees it’s even darker. Their status is set to become temporary, constantly reviewable, and their path to permanent settlement stretched to around 20 years.

Twenty years of living in a country that refuses to say, “Yes, you are welcome, Yes you belong here.”

What makes all of this even more obscene is the context. The same “mighty countries” that sign off on wars, arms deals, sanctions and interventions that shatter other people’s homelands now stand at their borders pretending to be shocked when human beings try to escape the wreckage. They light the fire - then complain about the smoke.

And when the survivors finally arrive, traumatised and exhausted, the answer is not sanctuary but decades of probation. As if war was not enough punishment, they add twenty years of paperwork, fear, and half or non-existence on top.

We all know that TIME is the most precious thing we have. That’s why we use time as punishment: when someone goes to prison, the sentence is measured in years. We instinctively understand that taking time away from a human being is one of the most serious actions the state can take. Migration policy pretends to be softer, more administrative. It isn’t!!!

Telling someone they must live ten or twenty years in limbo - unable to plan, afraid to travel, terrified of one rejected form - is a quiet, bureaucratic form of the same thing. It is stealing life. Not in one dramatic moment, but in thousands of tiny cuts:

every anxious night, every job you can’t accept, every goodbye you don’t dare say because you fear you won’t be allowed back in.

We lived through 15 years of this inhumane limbo once already. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone - not even my enemies. No one deserves to be treated like this. Watching a government propose it as standard policy, with a straight face, feels like being told that our suffering wasn’t a mistake, but a template.

So I want to ask a simple question: How many years of a human life does a government believe it owns?

If the answer is “twenty and more”, then let’s be honest: this has nothing to do with control, integration, or fairness. It is about reminding certain people - refugees, migrants, the poor, the brown, the disposable - that their time on this earth does not fully belong to them.  Why not? 

Who are you to decide who gets to live a normal life in dignity?

What gives the privileged the right to steal time from anyone?

What gives you the audacity to punish war survivors for decades?

This is a slap in the face of humanity - nothing less.

And that, in my view, is not just bad policy. It is a quiet, polite, well-dressed human crime. And sooner or later, those who design such cruelty will pay a price - if not in this lifetime, then in the next. Karma keeps the receipts. It never forgets.

🕯️Forgotten in the Rubble: Life Behind the Invisible Border in Gaza!

They came home to nothing!

They left their homes under fire, fled with what little they could carry. Now they return - or try to - to a place where everything has been erased. Where winter is approaching and the world has already looked away.

That’s the story of the people of Gaza Strip in 2025: uprooted, stripped, forgotten.

The Invisible Border

Journalist Jeremy Diamond of CNN has spoken of the mounting difficulties reporters face in fully accessing Gaza or showing what’s really taking place. According to Haaretz’s profile of Diamond: “He is one of hundreds of journalists battling Israel to enter Gaza and report independently.” 

In practice, this means large swathes of territory have become off-limits, not so much by a marked line, but by the logistics of war, control, destruction, and restricted access. Some have called this an “invisible border”.

For example: there are media mentions of a military buffer zone inside Gaza, altering access and shifting the geography of what can be seen. When you cannot get in, cannot properly see, cannot tell the story - then what happens to the people on the other side?

Home Gone, Future Gone

Many of these families have already been displaced once or many times. Then they returned. But what did they find? Rubble. Half-standing skeletons of buildings. Fields destroyed. Infrastructure gone.

A news piece from February 2025 describes returning families in northern Gaza:

“I pitched my tent on the rubble of my former home,” said Hassan al-Goulah, returning to the ruins of his neighbourhood. 

No job. No income. No school. No certainty. Winter is looming.

One recent report:

“It is dire. No proper tents, or proper water, or proper food, or proper money … We’re coming into winter soon … rainwater and possible floods … hundreds of tons of garbage near populated areas.” 

The Conditions: Winter, Displacement, Neglect

– Shelters: Many are living in tents or damaged buildings that won’t withstand cold, wind, rain. Existing basic dwellings are already worn out. 

– Food & income: With infrastructure destroyed and agricultural land ravaged, many have lost any means of livelihood. Food is scarce. Malnutrition and hunger loom.

– Medical & normal life: Hospitals struggle. Schools are closed or destroyed. Trauma, cold, exposure. The normal rhythms of life - routine, work, school, safe home - are gone.

– Return to nothing: The very act of “returning” should signal hope. But when you come back, there is no home. There is no safety. There is nothing.

Why the World Must Care

Because people being invisible doesn’t mean they are gone. Because those in power or the world at large may have shifted focus - but the crisis remains. Because it matters.

When winter comes and tens or hundreds of thousands of people have no proper shelter, when the world faces one of its most ignored humanitarian disasters, we need voices. We need awareness. We need to say: they’re still there, they still suffer, they’re still human.

This song was inspired by a report I watched from CNN correspondent Jeremy Diamond shortly after the so-called Gaza “peace plan.” 

In that segment, he described and documented what he called an “invisible border” inside Gaza - a shifting, unclear, military-controlled line that civilians cannot cross, even as they try to return to the ruins of their former homes. His reporting exposed how these unseen boundaries determine who can move, who cannot, and how little the outside world is allowed to witness. 

 Here is the video that sparked the entire idea for Invisible Borders: (If the Instagram reel does not load for you, you can open it directly in the app.)

Sieh dir diesen Beitrag auf Instagram an

Ein Beitrag geteilt von Freyas Refuge (@freyas.refuge)

👁️Ernst Jakob Christoffel – The Light You Left Behind / Das Licht, das du hinterlässt (Audio & Songs)

In 2025, the world quietly marks a profound milestone:

70 years since the passing of Ernst Jakob Christoffel (1876–1955) - a German missionary and humanitarian whose courage, compassion, and unshakeable hope changed lives in Turkey and Iran.

Though his name may not be widely known today, his legacy continues to shine through the global work of CBM (Christian Blind Mission), the organization he founded to support blind, disabled, and orphaned children. His life reminds us that true greatness is measured not in fame, but in compassion - not in power, but in service.

To honor this extraordinary man and the light he left behind, I created a bilingual musical and narrative tribute titled “Christoffel’s Legacy - The Light You Left Behind.”

This project blends music, storytelling, and heartfelt gratitude in a way that celebrates both his mission and the timeless message of humanity he embodied.

The album includes:

✨ The Light You Left Behind (English) – male & female vocals

✨ Das Licht, das du hinterlässt (German) – male & female vocals

✨ My Vision R&B DJ Remix (Bonus Track)

✨ My Vision, My Light Persian pop version

✨ Two short audiobooks from Legacy’s Time Travel, in English and German

Through these songs and stories, listeners are invited into Christoffel’s world - a world shaped by struggle, faith, devotion, and love. From Germany to Isfahan, from war to rebuilding, from darkness toward light, Christoffel’s journey is a testament to resilience and unconditional compassion.

This anniversary felt like the perfect moment to bring his spirit forward again - not just for those who already know his story, but for a new generation discovering the meaning of humanitarian legacy.

Every stream, every download, and every shared moment supports CBM Switzerland, ensuring that Christoffel’s mission continues to uplift lives today, just as it did a century ago.

💛 May the light he left behind guide us to live with kindness and purpose - today, tomorrow, and always.

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Christoffels Vermächtnis – 70 Jahre Menschlichkeit, Hoffnung und Licht

Im Jahr 2025 gedenkt die Welt einer stillen, aber bedeutenden Wegmarke:
70 Jahre seit dem Tod von Ernst Jakob Christoffel (1876–1955) - einem deutschen Missionar und Humanisten, dessen Mut, Mitgefühl und tiefes Gottvertrauen das Leben blinder, behinderter und verwaister Kinder in der Türkei und im Iran für immer veränderten.

Auch wenn sein Name heute nicht mehr allzu bekannt ist, lebt sein Werk weiter - durch die weltweite Arbeit der Christoffel-Blindenmission (CBM), die er gründete, um jenen eine Stimme zu geben, die sonst übersehen werden. Christoffel erinnert uns daran, dass wahre Größe nicht in Ruhm, sondern in Mitgefühl liegt - nicht in Macht, sondern in Menschlichkeit.

Zu Ehren dieses außergewöhnlichen Mannes und des Lichts, das er hinterlassen hat, entstand mein zweisprachiges Musik- und Hörbuchprojekt „Christoffel’s Legacy – Das Licht, das du hinterlässt“.
Es vereint Musik, Erzählkunst und Dankbarkeit und bringt Christoffels Botschaft in unsere Zeit zurück.

Das Album enthält:
✨ The Light You Left Behind (Englisch) – weibliche & männliche Version
✨ Das Licht, das du hinterlässt (Deutsch) – weibliche & männliche Version
✨ My Vision R&B DJ Remix (Bonus-Track)
✨ My Vision, My Light Persische Pop-Version
✨ Zwei kurze Hörbücher aus Legacys Zeitreisen, auf Deutsch und Englisch

Diese Songs und Geschichten laden die Hörerinnen und Hörer ein, Christoffels Weg neu zu entdecken – seinen unerschütterlichen Glauben, seinen Einsatz für die Schwächsten und seine visionäre Menschlichkeit.

Von Rheydt bis Isfahan, von Kriegszeiten bis zum Wiederaufbau, von Dunkelheit zu Licht: Christoffels Lebensreise ist ein eindrucksvolles Zeugnis für Liebe, Hingabe und Hoffnung.

Das 70-jährige Jubiläum seines Todes fühlte sich wie der richtige Moment an, sein Vermächtnis neu zu beleuchten – nicht nur für jene, die seine Geschichte kennen, sondern auch für eine neue Generation, die sich für Menschlichkeit und Werte einsetzen möchte.

Jeder Stream, jeder Download und jeder geteilte Moment unterstützt die CBM Schweiz und trägt dazu bei, dass Christoffels Mission weiterhin Leben verändert - heute und morgen.

💛 Möge das Licht, das er hinterlassen hat, uns auch weiterhin den Weg zu Güte und Menschlichkeit weisen.

🌟A Little Hero Named Oliver!

Dear friends,

Today I want to tell you about a very special little boy - Oliver Staub-Garcia, just two years old - and the incredible journey he and his family are now on.

What Happened

Oliver, a lively little whirlwind, was on a family trip to Mexico - the kind of getaway any of us might take. But then came the unthinkable: a traumatic car accident. Since that day, Oliver has been paralyzed from the waist down. He’s already endured two major surgeries - from spine to skull - suffered a stroke, and survived two cardiac arrests. 

The medical costs have skyrocketed: 2 million USD, with no insurance coverage. A heartbreaking reality for this young family. And yet, Oliver hasn’t given up. There are glimmers of hope - small movements, tiny victories - the first sparks of a new life being rebuilt. 

Why We Should Help

This little boy doesn’t just need our thoughts - he needs active support. He needs round-the-clock care, therapists, and specialized equipment. His parents are facing a mountain of emotional, physical, and financial challenges. Every donation counts - not just toward bills, but toward hope itself. It’s about giving Oliver the chance to grow, move, and live a full, meaningful life.

How You Can Help

Share: Spread Oliver’s story. The more people know, the more help can come.

Donate: Even a small amount makes a real difference. Together, we can make something extraordinary happen.→ GoFundMe – Help on Our Journey to Oliver’s Healing

Encourage: A kind word, a comment, a card - small gestures mean the world to a family balancing pain and hope at once. 

Final Thought: Sometimes life hits us with unimaginable force. For Oliver and his family, that’s the reality right now. But we - you, me, all of us - can be a light in that darkness. We can show that no one should have to face something like this alone.

🌟Ein kleiner Held namens Oliver!

Liebes Netzwerk,

ich möchte euch heute von einem besonderen Jungen erzählen: Oliver Staub‑Garcia – frisch zwei Jahre alt – und von der unglaublichen Reise, auf die er und seine Familie geschickt wurden.

Was ist passiert

Oliver, ein kleiner Wirbelwind, reiste mit seiner Familie nach Mexiko – ein Urlaub, den jeder von uns kennt. Doch dann kam der schwerste Moment: ein traumatischer Autounfall. Seitdem ist Oliver querschnittgelähmt. Er musste in den USA zwei große Operationen überstehen (wir sprechen von der Wirbelsäule bis zum Schädel), erlitt einen Schlaganfall und zwei Herzstillstände. 

Die medizinischen Kosten explodierten: 2 Millionen US-Dollar, eine Rechnung ohne Versicherung – die Realität für diese Familie. 

Doch: Oliver gibt nicht auf. Es gibt Hoffnungsschimmer - ein bisschen Bewegung hier und dort, ein neues Leben, das noch aufgebaut werden muss. 

Warum wir helfen sollten

Dieser kleine Junge braucht nicht nur unsere Gedanken - er braucht aktive Unterstützung. Er braucht 24/7 Pflege, Therapeut*innen, medizinische Geräte. gofundme.com Seine Familie steht vor einer enormen Herausforderung - emotional, finanziell, physisch. Jede Spende hilft, nicht nur dem Konto-Endstand, sondern dem Menschen dahinter: Oliver darf eine Chance auf Leben, Bewegung, Lebensqualität haben.

Was du tun kannst

Teilen: Verbreite Olivers Geschichte in deinem Umfeld. Wenn mehr Menschen wissen, desto mehr Helfer können kommen.

Spenden: Auch ein kleiner Betrag bewegt etwas – zusammen können wir Großes bewirken. Der Link: GoFundMe – Help on Our Journey to Oliver’s healing

Ermutigen: Ein Wort, eine Karte, ein Kommentar: Kleine Gesten bedeuten Welt für eine Familie, die in Schmerz und Hoffnung zugleich lebt.

Schlussgedanke

Manchmal trifft uns das Leben mit unvorstellbarer Wucht. Für Oliver und seine Familie ist das gerade Realität. Aber wir – du, ich, wir gemeinsam – können ein Licht sein. Ein Zeichen, dass niemand allein durch solche Dunkelheit gehen muss.

🎃 House of Ghosts – A Halloween Reflection!

Do you remember my song House of Ghosts? Well, today is Halloween - and honestly, it’s one of those days I’ve never liked. Nothing about it is my cup of tea. I don’t get the concept, and I certainly don’t see the point, except that it’s yet another money-making event machine imported from the United States.

Maybe in America, the whole walking around the neighborhood and asking for sweets thing makes sense. But here in Switzerland? Not really. Here, neighbors spend all year avoiding eye contact, pretending not to see each other in the hallway, and treating a simple “hello” as an intrusion.

We’ve lived in this house for eighteen years now. The neighbors’ kids don’t even have the decency to say hello - let alone their unfriendly parents. And yet, every year, they have the audacity to ring our doorbell until 9 p.m., expecting treats. Seriously? The irony is almost poetic.

Copying another country’s traditions while living in social isolation makes no sense. But I’ve long since given up trying to understand my neighbors.

The last truly unpleasant Halloween experience actually inspired my song House of Ghosts, from my album Cocktails of Society. We probably have the worst neighbors in the history of awful neighbors - coldhearted, ignorant, selfish, unkind, and yes, shady.

Unfortunately, we share a laundry room with six other families. Over the years, I’ve witnessed and endured everything from petty theft to outright sabotage. It’s a dark comedy of human behavior - or maybe just a tragedy.

Wherever you are, I hope you’re blessed with kind, helpful, and honest neighbors. If you are, treasure them - because having good neighbors is like winning the lottery. They’re worth every treat in the world. 

I’m already bracing myself for another long, annoying night - the neighbors’ kids ringing the doorbell like there’s no tomorrow. Oh dear…

💔“Life Is So Strange: In Memory of Pamela Bach Hasselhoff and Jack White”

Life is so strange. Often, the people we never meet in person accompany us through life and influence us more deeply than our own family members, friends, colleagues, or neighbors ever do.

As a young girl, my childhood hero was actor and singer David Hasselhoff. He became the father figure I never had. His music, his voice, and his TV shows like Knight Rider and Baywatch gave me joy like no one else could.

To this day, one specific song remains my David song - “Looking for Freedom.”

Even as a child, I understood what it meant to long for freedom. When I arrived in Switzerland as a war refugee, I felt that desire in every bone and every vein.

I was lucky enough to meet David in person a few times in my life and to tell him how much his work meant to me.

David & Ex-wife Pamela Bach 

This year, however, has been a difficult one for David. In March, his ex-wife Pamela, the mother of his two beautiful daughters, Taylor-Ann and Hayley, tragically took her own life at only 61.

The news was absolutely devastating. As a kid, I used to collect pictures of David and his family - I had their photos hanging on my bedroom door. Hearing about Pamela’s death broke my heart. Life and destiny can be so brutally unfair. They once seemed like the perfect couple living the dream life in California - and yet, behind that picture, pain was hiding.

David & German Producer Jack White

As if that wasn’t already heartbreaking enough, this October brought more shocking news: Jack White, the legendary German music producer who made David a household name in the German-speaking world - and the man who produced my David song, “Looking for Freedom” - also took his own life.

Two people connected to the same story that shaped part of my childhood are gone. They had it all - the looks, the fame, the success, the money - and yet, they chose to leave. I can’t get them out of my mind.

Why am I sharing this?

Because I want to honor them both - Pamela and Jack White - with love and respect. I never met either of them, but their passing deeply saddens me. I hope they’ve found peace wherever they are now.

I also share this to raise awareness about loneliness, isolation, and hopelessness - emotions that are spreading like a quiet pandemic in our shallow, selfish, and disconnected world. 

If even people with wealth and fame lack what we all truly need to survive - hope - then something in our society is deeply broken.

Please, take care of the people around you. Check in on your friends. Be kind. If Pamela and Jack White could lose their fight for light, then truly, anyone could. They had it all - and still, they chose to leave this cold, narrow-minded, unkind world, perhaps hoping to find love and peace elsewhere.