Blessings!

I was always a creative, sensitive, and intuitive child who found deep comfort in communing with the Earth Mother. My earliest days were spent in conversation with plants, insects, and elements; listening to their whispers and feeling the presence of something greater moving through it all. This psychic connection with the living world was the first way the Divine introduced itself to me.

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But over time, the weight of social conditioning encouraged me to silence this connection. By the age of eight, when my mother became financially dependent on a physically, emotionally, and verbally abusive man with white-supremacist beliefs, I began to lose touch with my ability to listen, feel, and create. The sacredness I once saw in all of Life—including myself—slipped from my awareness. My voice grew quiet. The Truth of who I was became buried beneath fear and survival.

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During this time, I came to understand something that would shape my path forever. I saw clearly that while laws could grant freedom on paper, they could not prevent the cycles of harm playing out in our homes, our relationships, and our communities. There are systems, yes—but they are upheld through how we relate to ourselves and each other. This understanding was the seed of what I would later call domination consciousness.

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For the next fourteen years, I lived inside the identities, narratives, and beliefs I had inherited to navigate this trauma. They felt like safety, like the only reality I knew. But everything shifted at the age of 22 when I was sexually violated by a romantic partner who was experiencing drug-induced psychosis.

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In the aftermath, I was numb and disassociated. For months, I felt like a ghost, unable to perform the self I had built to survive under trauma. In this void, despair set in. And yet, something mysterious began to stir. Through a series of powerful dreams, I was called to turn toward my pain—to face the wounds that had kept me fragmented and far from the truth of who I really was.

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This was the beginning of my initiation as a medicine woman.

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My healing journey became a deep descent into both personal and collective traumas, and the conditioning they had left imprinted on my being, my ancestral lineage, and larger lineage of Life. 

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As I began to release layer by layer, my intuition sharpened. It guided me to practices and teachings that became essential to my path: somatic and narrative healing, devotional and creative practices, plant and herbal medicine, and ancestral ways of restoring relational harmony in our ecosystem.

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I started to feel safe and present in my body again while remembering the truth I am beyond my body. I healed my relationship with my emotions and reclaimed my voice. My psychic channel reopened, reconnecting me to the knowing I held as a child.

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And as I remembered who I truly am, I began to see my pain differently—not as a curse, but as the soil where my purpose was seeded.

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The work I now share through Jivanmukta Healing arises from this journey. It is the natural continuation of the gift I received: to embody and express the freedom that is innate to all of us, and to offer a pathway beyond the traumas and conditioning rooted in domination consciousness.

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Along the way, I have been blessed with many gifts, but none more profound than the freedom to fully be who and what I was created to be—and to serve the world from that place.

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If you feel the call to heal—to release what weighs you down and remember the Truth of who you are—you are in the right place.

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It would be my deepest honour to walk beside you on this path of remembrance and liberation.