The Story
Beneath the Work
I’ve always been drawn to the deeper layers of life, the places where meaning, memory, and healing live. As a kid I said things I “shouldn’t have known.” Strangers told me their stories. Friends called me the group therapist. I didn’t have the language for it then. I do now.
My body became the messenger. I moved through mystery illnesses, a few close brushes with the edge, and memories I had tucked away to survive. Along the way I learned something simple and life changing: healing is not about fixing what is broken. It is about releasing identities built around pain and remembering the truth of what has always been within you. That deep inner knowing.
Training gave me tools. My own work gave me trust. Today I guide people through a gentle yet powerful process of remembering, stirring, and awakening. We listen to your nervous system. We go at your pace. We choose what is right for you, whether that is deep inner work, practical integration, physical support, or all of the above.
What this means for you:
Safety first. No forcing. Trauma-aware and spiritually grounded. Results with softness. Integration that lasts.
If something in you is already nodding, you are ready.
If you’re like me and appreciate the long story, I’ve shared it below. Grab a cup of tea and keep scrolling on.
I should have known early on that I was meant for this work. Before I could even speak English at home, I was already “remembering” past lives out loud…in English. At four, a stranger in Greece told my mother he was “following the princess.” Friends called me Dr. Phillete; the one everyone turned to. Strangers shared their secrets with me in grocery store aisles. I didn’t have the words for it then, but I do now.
Childhood Signs
My body spoke in ways doctors couldn’t explain. Mystery illnesses, fainting, anger bursts, endless ER visits. Test results were always “normal.” My family carried a first aid kit everywhere, just for me. Pain was my teacher. Forcing me to stop, listen, and begin to wonder what else was at play.
The Body as Messenger
I grew up being the therapist for others while burying my own experiences; including sexual assault. I built a mask of strength and caretaking, even when I felt like I was breaking inside. I was the responsible one, the safe driver, the person people trusted with their kids. But I was carrying pain I didn’t know how to name.
Masks & Buried Stories
Life shook me awake in dramatic ways.
In Los Angeles (2018), after returning from months in Ghana dealing with a mix of malaria and trauma, I collapsed in full body paralysis and floated above myself in the ER.
In Big Bear (2019), a mushroom trip pushed me into white light, convulsions, and what felt like leaving this plane, until a friend held my hand and anchored me back.
In Mexico (2022), at a friend’s wedding, my heart raced out of my chest, and I felt myself leaving again. My sister thought she’d lose me. Somehow, I came back.
Each near death moment was a reminder: life is precious, and I wasn’t done yet.
Cracks & Near-Death Experiences
The pain, the fear, the questions; they all pushed me toward the path I’m on now. From surf injuries that led me to rebirthing breathwork, to shaving my head as an act of self liberation, to ceremonies like Kambo that cracked me open to new ways of being.
I found NLP, MER, hypnosis, Huna, Reiki. Tools that not only helped me release decades of stored trauma but also gave me the ability to guide others through their own.
Turning Toward Healing
Thank you for walking with me through my long story long. If something here resonated, sparked a question, or simply made you want to say hi, I’d love to hear from you. I look forward to connecting with you soon.
Be easy.