I didn’t choose this path—it called me.
From my early years surrounded by sacred traditions to studying with master healers across India, Nepal, and beyond, my life has been shaped by a deep desire to understand the unseen, to heal, and to help others remember who they truly are.
My path as a healer began long before I knew the word for it. Raised in a spiritually rich home and mentored by my mother, Mamaji, I was immersed in sacred rituals, energy work, and intuitive wisdom from a young age.
Over the years, I followed a deep inner calling that led me to the temples of India, the monasteries of Nepal, and sacred sites around the world. I studied with monks, shamans, sound masters, and energy healers, not just to learn their methods—but to embody their presence, humility, and devotion.
Today, my approach integrates ancient healing traditions with modern holistic practices. I hold certifications in:
What I offer is not just a method—it’s the essence of everything I’ve lived, felt, and learned. It’s healing from the inside out.
I was born under the Cancer sign—deep-feeling, nurturing, intuitive—and from a young age, I was drawn to the invisible threads that connect us all. My journey into healing didn’t come from a single moment of crisis, but rather a series of inner callings that grew louder with time.
As a child, I was immersed in spiritual practices, guided by my Indian mother, Mamaji, who taught me the sacred rituals of prayer, energy, and presence. That early foundation stayed with me—even when I tried to walk a more “traditional” path. Something always felt missing.
In my twenties, I left behind the expected and began traveling—to Brazil, India, Nepal, and other sacred lands—answering the quiet whispers of my soul. I didn’t go to collect certificates (though I earned many). I went to remember. To sit in silence. To listen. To feel. To be changed.
Like many Cancer women, I’ve moved through life with an open heart. And at times, that meant breaking. There were seasons of grief, self-doubt, and profound spiritual disconnection. Moments when I felt like I had forgotten who I was. But the deeper I leaned into healing—through sound, Reiki, meditation, sacred geometry—the more I came home to myself.
This work is not just what I do—it’s who I am.
It’s the thread that has carried me through heartbreak, expansion, motherhood, and awakening.
I’m still on this journey, as we all are. And it’s my greatest honor to walk with others as they remember their light, their worth, and their truth.
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I believe the soul speaks in whispers, until we are ready to listen.
There was a time I was doing everything “right” by the world’s standards, but something inside felt off, fragmented, disconnected. I had love in my life, but I still felt empty. I had opportunities, but I lacked meaning. It wasn’t depression. It was misalignment. I was being called inward, but I didn’t know how to surrender.
My Cancerian nature made me a natural caregiver, a listener, a guide for others long before I recognized those gifts in myself. I often held space for others to heal, even while I was quietly craving my own. The moment I truly gave myself permission to seek that healing was when everything began to shift.
I immersed myself in study, not just of techniques, but of truth.
I sat with monks in Nepal, chanted mantras under the Bodhi tree in India, studied sacred geometry from ancient texts, and felt the energy of sound move through my body in ways words never could. Healing became a language I didn’t just speak, I lived it.
But healing isn’t a destination. It’s not a finish line.
There were still heartbreaks. Life still happened. I’ve experienced loss, separation, and spiritual droughts that left me breathless. But each time, I came back to the sacred practices that saved me, sound, stillness, breath, light.
Motherhood, too, transformed me. It anchored me in love, deepened my empathy, and gave me an even greater sense of purpose. It also revealed the importance of modeling wholeness, of showing my daughter what it means to rise with grace, speak your truth, and honor your own inner voice.
Today, I offer my healing work as a reflection of the path I’ve walked.
Not from a place of perfection, but from reverence. Reverence for the unseen. Reverence for your story. Reverence for the soul’s ability to remember itself when given the space to breathe and be.
Whether you’re navigating grief, spiritual awakening, emotional burnout, or simply yearning for a deeper connection to yourself, know this:
You are not broken.
You are becoming.
And I’m here to walk with you as you remember the way home.
