The Sound Healing Alchemist
About
A path shaped by shadow, survival, recovery, and return.
I know what it's like to think healing isn't possible.
For years, I believed I was beyond saving. Addiction had become my identity, and hope felt like something that belonged to other people.
Recovery changed my life, and along the way I discovered practices — sound healing, breathwork, meditation, Reiki, and Kundalini Yoga — that helped me reconnect with myself in ways I never thought possible.
Today, it's my honor to share those practices with others. I don't believe healing comes from me. I believe it comes through me. My role is to hold space, mirror what is already whole in you, and walk beside you as you remember it.
People enjoy being in the room with me
This wasn't a photoshoot. It was after a real class — the living room still visible behind us, the energy of the session still in the air.
When someone puts their arm around me like this, that is the credential that matters most. Not a certificate on the wall. Not a polished headshot. Trust built in real rooms, with real people, one session at a time.
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 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 and rescue me — make me 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 fifteen 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.
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 to sit before her. When seekers came with questions about their futures, spirits moved through her. When they came with ailments, she reached for her medicine bag — filled with tree bark, roots, leaves, and remedies she carried through war and exile — and from it she crafted potions that brought relief.
Where she wove silk,I weave sound.
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 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 may help transform suffering into strength.
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 what they are ready to release, soften what has been held too tightly, and remember their wholeness.
I know what it feels like to be broken. And I know the quiet miracle of being rebuilt — not into someone new, but into someone more honestly yourself.
Your invitation
If you carry grief, trauma, addiction, anxiety, or simply the quiet ache of disconnection, I am here to walk beside you.
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.
Your sensitivity is not your weakness — it is your superpower.