My name is Yogi.
Yes — that’s the real one. I was born Yogev, “the man of the land,” an ancient Hebrew word for a farmer. Everyone called me Yogi, long before I understood what that name would mean in my life.
Later, when my path deepened, I chose to reclaim it in its Sanskrit meaning:

a disciple.
That’s who I am. A student of life, of relationship, of humanity.

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I grew up in Jerusalem — a city of prayer, tension, beauty, and contradiction.
Living inside the Israeli–Palestinian conflict shaped the way I see the world. For years I believed I had to take a side, to fight for something.
Today, the activism I practice is inner: honest dialogue, awareness, presence, and the courage to meet what’s real — in myself and in others.

After years of wandering, I settled in Vienna. A place that invited me into softness, grounding, and a different way of relating.

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I’m fascinated by people — the mind, the heart, and the body.
By the ways we open and the ways we protect.
By how connection can break us open and how truth can bring us home.

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My work weaves together meditation and presence, transpersonal psychology, emotional release, constellation & trauma work, shamanic traditions, Kabbalistic insight, sexual shadow work, and embodied awareness — but the real work isn’t in the tools. It’s in the presence we bring to the moment.

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For nearly a decade, I guided groups across the Middle East and Europe.
Not as a traditional tour guide, but as a storyteller, a facilitator of encounters, and a holder of ritual spaces.
Sacred sites, deep conversations, honest moments — that’s where transformation happened.