In the past fifteen years, I took up meditation as part of my daily routine. Sometimes weekly, after quarantine daily, and it became very essential to me. For a long time, I did it without knowing what was really going on deep inside of me – or why it is so powerful. Then I started getting more interested, studying and practicing regularly, and getting to genuinely understand the mechanism that is behind this extremely simple (yet totally complex) practice. During quarantine

(read prequel Haunted House) After witnessing paranormal activities in my house, and the beginning of what looked like a possession of one of my daughters, I had to come up with a plan to get out of my haunted rental! I had to protect my girls at any price! Those pics were taken in the haunted building. How far would I go to protect my girls? All the way! During the following days after I was awakened by one of my girls babbling in a different language, I freaked out. Big, hu

Do you believe in ghosts? Spirits? Haunted places? I do. No, nobody told me. No book or film impressed me. I have experienced - heard and saw - things that cannot be explained through science. Paranormal electronic activity. How do you explain when a disconnected printer starts spitting paper in the middle of the night? Well, here is how I experienced this first intense contact with the spiritual world. I have always been deeply connected to my dreams, and somehow believed so

Ten years ago, confronted with the premature decline of my production company, due to a false rumor (read post Lies that Destroy); and the fact that without the company I could no longer pay the rent, I got depressed. Not in a had-to-take-pills way, but in that underlying way that makes us uncomfortable enough to not be able to see our future. Spinning Around When the holidays came, my ex announced that he would keep the girls for New Years’. It would be a first in six years!

I was conceived outside of religion lock. My father, descendant of Russian and Romanian Jews; and my mother, the daughter of Catholics, met in 1968, the year that rocked the world. They had different religious backgrounds but shared the same dreams. In 1974, when I was born in a suburban hospital of Rio de Janeiro called “Italian Hospital”, they had no plans of choosing my religion. They decided to give me complete freedom to choose when I grew older, or to not choose at all.