M Y   S T O R Y

This work was not born out of all the books, trainings, certificates and gaining knowledge. And even though I do have a few, I wasn’t raised in ceremony or handed lineage teachings. I am a reconnecting Native, my roots and lineage erased from history by paper gen0cide. Mulattos. And like many of us, I wasn’t taught how to trust my body, my intuition, my gifts or my knowing.

I was raised in a world that rewarded obedience, masking, and self-abandonment. Especially for sensitive, perceptive girls who felt too much and questioned everything until I was groomed to submit to the people pleasing and spoon feeding. And I ate that shit up. No questions remained.

I was taught to obey without asking questions, to stay quite, polite and pure until marriage. So, I tried. But I was raped and stayed quite and didn't ask questions. I didn't want my rape to be a burden. See how that works?

I was taught to save myself for marriage to that I would be worthy to be chosen as a bride. I no longer felt worthy or in control of my own life. It was never about me in the first place. And through that I learned early that living for others and abandoning myself while I was at it kept me safe, accepted and “loved”. 

I became really good at performing safety instead of feeling what safety actually was and felt like for ME. For my truest self.

I tried to live the life that was expected of me. I married a "safe, non-abusive" man. A "good" man that chose me. I followed religious rules. I outsourced my intuition and identity. I prayed away parts of myself that didn't fit the narrative that would get me into heaven and safe from hell.

And slowly, I lost my internal compass. I woke up one day realizing I was already right there, in hell.

For years I believed I was defective, perverted, too weird, too sensitive, too intense, too different. I didn’t yet know that not only am I gay, and a spiritual healer, I am also autistic. A common overlap between all three.

I only knew that living disconnected from my body and truth was costing me everything. It was costing me a life full of purpose, meaning, alignment and real connection to anything or anybody let alone myself. The life that I was meant to live. A life that was waiting for me.

In 2013, motherhood became the catalyst to my first spiritual awakening.

Postpartum depression stripped me bare, connected me to my ancestral wounds and gifts, but showed me my soul purpose calling as I took a leap of faith to step into my gifts as a healer in 2019.

By 2022, I was standing at a threshold.

I asked for a divorce that "good" man that "didn't deserve divorce" and I came out as a lesbian after a 16-year marriage. I chose me.

That choice didn’t make my life the fantasy life I romanticized as a later-in-life lesbian, but it did make it real. Finally something REAL.

Around the same time, I began unmasking my self-assessed neurodivergence and soon after received my own late autism diagnosis while parenting a neurodivergent child (now a teen!).

My body, my new life, my new marriage became my teacher. And it hasn’t been pretty. I have grown more in this new aligned AuDHD same sex marriage more than I ever have in any connection ever before. And this was after swearing I would never marry again! I've learned you can make marriage and partnership what you want. I’ve learned what real love actually is and how I show up in it.

How this became my work

My formal training as a healer began in 2019 after a prolonged spiritual awakening marked by dreams, visions, and ancestral contact. Over the years, I became a Reiki Master Teacher, shamanic practitioner, and mentor for emerging healers.

But as my life evolved, so did my work, and so did my why and my passion.

What I learned through queerness, neurodivergence, grief, regression, love, rupture, and repair is this:

True growth and evolution exists inside relationship mirroring, connection culture, and lived experience. Connection is why we are here. Connection is how we heal. Connection is our assignment here on Earth. It's through connection we find ourselves and we find our way to the New Earth as a collective. When we remember how we connect, we remember it all.

Today, I identify first as an artist, one who works with clay, fiber, sound, movement, spirit and symbolism to create relational and sensory experiences that support real human and soul-centered connection without all the noise and fluff of "couples therapy talk" or even romance. I create to make you feel, remember and connect through your senses first over your mind and intellect. 

While healing is still present in my work but it is in service to art, culture, and connection, not the other way around. We are not here to fix anything.

My work now

My offerings are rooted in relational wisdom, sensory attunement, and spiritual energetics made accessible and practical. Especially for queer and neurodivergent people navigating connection outside traditional frameworks. Self and clinical assessment and/or diagnosis are welcome, recognized and valid.

I create:

• Somatic Art-led ceremonies and immersive experiences

• Sensory and movement-based relational workshops

• Community gatherings centered on connection, presence, not performance

• Sensorial art, ceramics, and symbolic objects

• Select 1:1 and small-group healing containers as accompaniment
  
  

My work is:

• Trauma-informed and neurodivergent-aware

• Queer-centered and romance-decentered

• Grounded in ancestral reverence without dogma

• Practical, embodied, and consent-based
  
  

Clients often describe me as a translator between worlds. Someone who helps make the invisible tangible for themselves. For their own understanding on their own journey.

I believe in creating conditions where truth can emerge and you can align wholeheartedly and authentically you. No apologies. Only self acceptance, love and alignment. Non-linear. Non-binding. Non-fixing, forcing or faking.

An invitation

If you’re tired of relationship models and advice that don’t fit,
If you crave connection without performance only expansion,
If your body speaks louder than words and language alone,
If art feels like medicine and medicine feels like art...

You don’t need to become someone else to belong here.

You already do.

With Great Love and Spirit,
Namuli