About The Sound Healing Alchemist

Born Into Shadow and Myth

I was born into both shadow and myth. In Laos, and later behind the barbed wire fences of Napho Refugee Camp in Thailand, I learned early what it meant to carry wounds too heavy for a child. My older brother’s punishments stung, and my father’s sexual abuse left a scar on my soul that no escape could erase.

To survive, I turned to fantasy. I would straddle the open window of a policeman’s house, catching secret glimpses of the Japanese Power Rangers flickering across his television. I waited breathless, praying they would descend from the spaceship—or whatever it was they used to fly around in—and rescue me, make me one of them: a warrior with purpose, a protector with power.

The Power Rangers never came. Instead, life handed me battles of my own. By 1995, I was already lost to drugs and alcohol. For 15 years, I drowned in addiction, stumbling in and out of recovery until I finally surrendered. On March 23, 2019, I chose sobriety—and in doing so, life chose me back.

This is the path that chose me when I chose life.

The Lineage I Carry

But my story does not begin with me. It begins with the woman who birthed me—a medicine woman, a spellcaster, a tender of spirits, and a loom-weaver whose threads carried the memories of her people.

People traveled from villages across Laos and even from beyond the barbed wire fences of Napho—from far corners of Thailand—to sit before her. When seekers came with questions about their futures, spirits moved through her, offering prophecy and truth. When they came with ailments, she reached for her medicine bag—the one she carried through war and exile, filled with tree bark, roots, animal parts, limestones, and leaves—and from it she crafted potions that brought relief. She knew exactly what to combine. People drank her remedies and felt whole again. She could even stop a nosebleed with nothing more than a spell.

She was a woman whose loom passed down the memories of her people. In her weaving, myth became pattern, story became thread, and culture became cloth.

She was a woman whose loom sang prayers, whose voice carried prophecy and healing spells, whose hands carried medicine. Every spell was a living testament to her power as a healer, each incantation experienced as nothing short of a miracle.

The Continuation

Her blood runs through me. Her gifts live in me. But I am not here to repeat her story—I am here to continue it.

Where she wove silk, I weave sound.
Where she mixed potions, I blend vibration, breath, and intention.
Where she cast spells, I channel energy and mantra.

She carried a medicine bag through exile;
I carry sacred instruments of healing—not weapons of destruction, but vessels of sound and spirit that transform suffering into sovereignty.

The Sound Healing Alchemist Today

Today, I walk as The Sound Healing Alchemist—a Sound and Energy Healer, a Kundalini Yoga and Meditation Teacher, a Holy Fire Reiki Practitioner, and a Breathwork Guide.

I work with gongs, crystal bowls, chimes, ocean drums, reiki, asana, mantra, and meditation to help people release trauma, awaken their energy, and remember their wholeness.

I don’t believe healing comes from me—I believe it comes through me. I am a vessel, a mirror, a guide. My role is to awaken the healer inside of you, so you can transform your wounds into wisdom, your suffering into sovereignty, your pain into power.

Because I know what it feels like to be broken.
And I know the miracle of being rebuilt.

Your Invitation

If you carry grief, trauma, addiction, anxiety, or simply the quiet ache of disconnection, I am here to walk beside you.

Let me remind you: your sensitivity is not your weakness—it is your superpower.

This is the work I was born for.
This is the legacy of my bloodline.
This is the path that chose me when I chose life.

Step into your healing journey. Book a session with me today.