Soul Healing Stories of Transformation

Lately, I’ve been moving through some of the most profound healing sessions I’ve ever facilitated. And as I deepen in trust—trust in myself, trust in Spirit, and trust in the women who are called to work with me—these sessions continue to expand in magnitude, depth, and mystery.

Today I want to share two stories. Two women. Two deeply personal moments of healing that cracked something wide open—not just for them, but for me too.

Let’s begin with a woman who’s been journeying with me for nearly a year—coming to classes, retreats, circles. Layer by layer, she’s been peeling back what no longer serves. But there was still something she hadn’t touched. Something tightly held. Until it was time.

During her first 1:1 session, we dropped in together—connected breath to breath, body to body—and created a sacred portal for whatever was ready to move. I was guided to her left psoas (the feminine side, and muscle of the soul), and could feel how tightly something was being held. As I massaged into the area, I felt it mirrored in her clenched hand.

That’s when I asked her: What is your soul holding on to?

She resisted. She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to go there. But I invited her soul to speak. And when she finally gave voice to it, her entire being softened.

"I had an abortion."

And the hand that had been gripping so tightly... released.

That secret. That shame. She had been carrying it alone. And not only was it weighing on her—it was energetically holding her spirit baby hostage. The message that came through was clear and powerful:

You have to let me go.

I want to come back to you. But I cannot be with you like this. If you let me go, I will return as your grandbaby.

Tears. Full body chills. A knowing beyond knowing. The implications of that message—how her holding on could impact her daughter’s ability to conceive—hit us both like a wave of sacred truth. Her soul had been holding that baby, that grief, that guilt... for decades.

But when she let go, the energy shifted. She was free. And so was the soul that had been waiting to return in a new way.

That healing changed everything.

And then... there was another woman.

She’s 24. A nurse who serves as a death doula for cancer patients. She found me on Instagram and immediately felt a soul yes. So she booked a 1:1 series, and came in for her first session. She had never worked with me before, we had never met, but the moment we hugged in the yard, I knew: this was big.

As we breathed together and created our portal, I felt it.

The energy in the room became electric. Intense. My body began to shake as I stood behind her. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tightly from behind—pouring energy into her small frame. It felt like labor. Like something was being birthed.

Then it hit me.

I became Mother Earth.

Not metaphorically. I literally felt myself become the womb of Gaia, experiencing labor pains, birthing this woman into her soul’s embodiment.

And then came the whisper:

This is her first time on Earth. She is a starseed. And she needed to be initiated.

It made so much sense. Her awe of life. Her wonder. The way she speaks of flowers, of trees, of movement and joy like it's all brand new. Because it is.

She came here to guide others through life and death—to remind us all that death is not to be feared. And in order for her to fulfill her mission, Mother Earth had to give her the codes. And I was simply the vessel.

When she woke up, we processed it all. And everything clicked into place.

This is the work I do.

It’s breathwork, yes—but so much more. It’s energy. It’s body. It’s soul. It’s lineage. It’s Spirit. It’s trusting what comes through, no matter how wild or multidimensional it may seem.

And it’s holy.

So wherever you are on your journey, let this be a reminder: your body remembers. Your soul knows. And when the time is right, the portal will open.

Say yes to what your soul is calling you toward.

Say yes to your own freedom.