…About 25 years ago, a man set out to explore the world.
He wanted nothing less than to travel to the most beautiful places in the world and then settle down in the most beautiful one of these places.
He was an adventurer and had seen much of the world and called himself a humanist.
He was looking for the “real” life.
For the essence. He longed for an existence in connection with other people and the breathtaking nature of this planet.So he traveled around the world in his trimaran.
He found true treasures in beautiful places of this world, met enchanting people and loved this free and carefree life.
But something deep inside of himself did’nt allow him to rest and drove him to sail on.
He felt it – he had not yet arrived.Something was longing for him, just the way he was longing for it.
Something called him softly in the night and drove him to set his sails again and again in the morning.
It felt like if an invisible force lived in his heart was calling and guiding him.
And one day he saw her.
Madagascar.
The unique pearl of the Indian Ocean. Powerful in a certain way, autonomous and free, it rose from the endless sea and drew him promisingly into her arms.
He could not help but explore every inch of this vibrating and unique beauty and so he sailed around her for many years, almost like a man wooing the woman he adores was searching the gateway to her heart.
And his silent prayer was answered.
With his trimaran he set anchor on a beach far away from all worldly activity and only accessible by sea. He paddled to the shore and sat down on the beach. He inhaled deeply, and with his exhale he felt as if he were exhaling his entire previous life.
This is where he wanted to be.
This is where he wanted to stay.
His heart relaxed and a blissful smile took place on his face. He was home…
It didn’t take long for curious children to nudge him and run around excitedly in a circle. And in the distance, their parents stood watching alternately the strange boat and the strange white man who somehow in the Blink of an eye had merged with their beach, with their jungle and also with their home.
This man never left.
He did built a house there and lived on this beach for almost a quarter of a century to tell people, but only a careful selected few, about this beauty. Only those who would know how to preserve it and appreciate the inhabitants who had become his family in the meantime.
The flora and fauna were almost completely endemic and unique.
Stories were told among the natives that this island was once part of a magical place where people lived in harmony with nature and considered it their equal. This people back then were able to create miracles almost like using a magic wand. And their magic flowed from this secret place into the world and enchanted all other places that needed this magical and original consciousness.
This magical place, it was said, was destroyed to a great extent. It was called ” Lemuria ” and its mission was to make paradise rise again on the whole earth and Free humanity of all harm and suffering.
That‘s why we called it ” Paradisa “.
And it is said that Paradisa even managed to cast a spell over a whole warship full of soldiers and to convert them to real, truthful life…