Moon Löffler
Another Me
Another Me is a solo exhibition by Moon Löffler (Sept 8–Oct 3, 2025, Untervogthaus Männedorf). The project presents a series of self-portraits based on past lives as described by clairvoyants from around the world. Each painting is shown together with the story that inspired it, weaving together personal mythology, spiritual interpretation, and visual art.
Self
This self-portrait from this life - 2009 depicts me as a teenager in love for the first time—sleeping in late, savoring new freedoms, and discovering the sweetness of independence.
Ma / Me
This piece is an ode to my mother, whose presence I feel across many lifetimes. The entire exhibition itself grew from a song I wrote for a song circle.
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My Favorite Lives Of Us
You were an earthworm, I was a rock
You were a fountain, I was duck
You were fire, I was moss
My favorite lives of us
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You were my mother, I drove you wild
You were my mentor, taught me to love
feeling hurt, beg for more
I saw you on the kitchen floor
my favorite lives of us
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We will be otters, swimming youth
we will be daughters, fighting for truth
we will be raindrops curled into one
My favorite lives of us​​
Anali of Anatolia
Mediated by: Laura Zibalese, San Diego California
"In a past life in 1300s Anatolia, you were a young girl named Anali, daughter of a brave healer-warrior who is now your maternal grandmother. Raised after your mother’s death in a Mongol raid, you learned both healing and combat—archery, spear, and dagger—while serving your nomadic, Muslim tribe. Life was harsh with constant migrations, brutal invasions, and deadly winters, yet you played a vital role as a healer, using herbal remedies to keep your people alive. Despite the struggles, your family was loving and close-knit, and you eventually married, had four children, and lived to 67. This life taught you leadership, courage, sacrifice, and independence, and the Masters say your healing gifts still remain within you today, ready to be accessed in service to others."
Uritu of the Incan Empire
Mediated by: Laura Zibalese, San Diego California
"In the mid-1400s, near the end of the Incan empire, you lived as Uritu in a mountain village where life was harsh and tied to the land. At age nine, your granduncle Supay, the local shaman, performed a ritual to let the gods choose his successor—and they chose you. Though fearful, you trained with him for a decade, learning to heal, channel energy, banish spirits, and serve your people. After he passed, you became a respected shaman for nearby villages, living simply and dedicating your life to service. You died at 47, unmarried after leaving an unhappy union. The Masters say your deep connection to earth energy and healing remains within you now, should you choose to access it."
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Mediated by TUMA - Zürich, Switerland
"I see a past life where your hands were cut off as punishment for speaking your truth. It was deeply unfair and left you feeling powerless, blocked from expressing what was in your heart. The Masters say this wound can now be released. Honor your hands in this life—oil them, paint them, hold them, make gestures, thank them for being with you. This isn’t just about physical tools, but about reclaiming your voice and freedom of expression. Working with amethyst can also support this healing."
Umko of an Island
Mediated by Shaun Friesen and Moon - Winnipeg, MB, Canada
I was born on a small island with no parents, but the whole community cared for me. As I grew, I learned to build boats under the guidance of a master boat builder I admired greatly. When illness swept through the island, my tribe and teacher all died, leaving me devastated and alone. I decided to leave in search of a new life, but I died in the waves—still young, and not ready to go.
Evee of the House
Mediated by Bonnie Cottrell and Moon - Parksville, BC Canada
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"I lived in a large, dusty old house, perhaps in Ireland or England, where the atmosphere was heavy and the people around me—including my husband and the staff—were unkind. I couldn’t have children, which in their eyes left me without purpose, and I often felt isolated. My refuge was the garden and the books in my library, where I could be alone. I began painting rocks and creating a fantasy world of my own. Though I was cut off from others, I eventually discovered an inner purpose that didn’t depend on anyone else, and in that I found a quiet sense of peace."
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