ORIGIN STORY

Anyone who has ever been touched by a song knows there is more to the world than what we see.

On July 7, 1999, I had a strange encounter.

The young woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere, yet her presence was intense—mesmerizing. Her deep eyes held a tinge of gold, reflecting both vast experience and the unburdened freedom of youth.

“Sing me a dream, and it shall become as real to you.”

Her parting words stayed with me that night—and for years after.

I now know she was The Messenger, a presence that has appeared to artists, poets, and seekers across the ages. Some call it the Muse; others have given it names shaped by their faiths and beliefs. In the modern world, many dismiss it as a mere trick of the mind. But those who have felt its touch know otherwise.

It moves through time and dimensions as effortlessly as a fish through water, carrying melodies that spark emotion and awaken possibilities.

Anyone who has ever been touched by a song knows there is more to the world than what we see.

On July 7, 1999, I had a strange encounter.

The young woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere, yet her presence was intense—mesmerizing. Her deep eyes held a tinge of gold, reflecting both vast experience and the unburdened freedom of youth.

“Sing me a dream, and it shall become as real to you.”

Her parting words stayed with me that night—and for years after.

It moves through time and dimensions as effortlessly as a fish through water, carrying melodies that spark emotion and awaken possibilities.

Over time, The Messenger revealed something I had long suspected but never dared to fully fathom:

That by playing certain melodies, singing particular words, and charging them with deep emotion, one can reach out to higher dimensions.

Open a Portal to beyond.

Anyone who has ever been touched by a song knows this to be true.

And so, on July 9, 2011, in a secluded courtyard somewhere in the Latin Quarter of Paris, I opened my first Portal—through a melody that wove a spell over the moonlit garden.

As I crossed into the unknown, I felt The Messenger’s presence again. She was waiting, ready to guide me through—yet her form had changed, shaped by the realm beyond.

She led me deeper into these Otherworlds, where sound shapes reality. I experienced the meaning of that song, walked for unknowable moments in its world.

Since that night, I have written other pieces of music, opening Portals, exploring realms both wondrous and strange.

And now, I am ready to share these secrets with you.

Over time, The Messenger revealed something I had long suspected but never dared to fully fathom:

That by playing certain melodies, singing particular words, and charging them with deep emotion, one can reach out to higher dimensions.

Open a Portal to beyond.

Anyone who has ever been touched by a song knows this to be true.

And so, on July 9, 2011, in a secluded courtyard somewhere in the Latin Quarter of Paris, I opened my first Portal—through a melody that wove a spell over the moonlit garden.

As I crossed into the unknown, I felt The Messenger’s presence again. She was waiting, ready to guide me through—yet her form had changed, shaped by the realm beyond.

She led me deeper into these Otherworlds, where sound shapes reality. I experienced the meaning of that song, walked for unknowable moments in its world.

Since that night, I have written other pieces of music, opening Portals, exploring realms both wondrous and strange.

And now, I am ready to share these secrets with you.

Like a wizard’s spell, these songs hold the power to open Portals—to lift you beyond.

I invite you to take a deep breath and step through.

For it is as natural as the earth, the sky, and the heart.

But no traveler returns unchanged.

Once you cross the threshold—once you allow the rhythm, the sound, the voices, the meaning of words, and the currents of emotion to carry you away—you will never be quite the same.

I am but an ordinary person, no Messenger.

But I tell you now:

Sing Me A Dream… and it shall become as real to you.