About
I was born on April 13, 1988, on a remote plot of land in the heart of Buenos Aires Province. I grew up healthy and happy on our family farm, surrounded by my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and many animals. My grandmother was a witch, though she kept it secret for fear of repercussions. From the moment I was born, she taught me all about herbs and energy—how to heal, how to speak with our guides, how to protect myself, and never to fear what I could not explain.
When we left the farm for various reasons, I suffered greatly—and that’s when my battle with illness began. I experienced so many ailments that I assumed they were normal, since my doctor always had a new pill for me. But the more medication I took, the sicker I felt, until I began having mental breakdowns. Sometimes I would throw the pills away, only to resume them later for lack of any other cure. My diet was poor and irregular; I had lost the farm life I loved, and family dysfunction drove me to believe I would be better off dead. I developed hypothyroidism, migraines, high blood pressure, chronic colds and infections, excruciating menstrual pains, hair loss, brittle nails, and struggled with my weight. My moods swung wildly, and I often plunged into depressive states.
At age fifteen, a routine throat infection—one of many—escalated into something much more severe. By then I’d become antibiotic-resistant after years of overprescription. My doctor resorted to steroids, which helped only briefly before the infection returned. Ultimately, I had my tonsils removed, but soon suffered laryngitis, pharyngitis, and worsening thyroid issues.
I endured years of instability until the birth of my children, when—by some miracle—my intuition awoke and I saw my situation clearly. I realized that external factors had triggered my health problems, but the root cause was my own misunderstanding of how my body worked. So I educated myself. As I began making lifestyle changes and seeing results, I felt empowered. When my doctor had told me at age twelve that my hypothyroidism would last my whole life and that he might one day remove my thyroid, I never imagined I’d see “normal” blood-test results again—but after gradually weaning off medication, that’s exactly what happened.
Yet it wasn’t just diet and exercise: it was mind and soul as well. It took countless small moments of choosing myself—choosing to dig deep, to set boundaries, to say “no” to what harmed me, and to love myself instead.
Closing a successful restaurant was difficult—my partner and I struggled financially and emotionally. The business taught me to cook and to appreciate food and nature, but it no longer served me; it drained my energy as my health declined. In hindsight, those sacrifices were stepping stones toward my true self. They say, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade,” but I say: don’t settle. There’s more than lemons—there’s a whole world of opportunities. Be brave.
I’ve witnessed people receive devastating diagnoses—and watch those same diagnoses trigger the greatest healing they could never have anticipated. I’ve seen a friend reverse lung damage without a transplant, another shrink a tumor in mere weeks, and countless others achieve what seemed impossible.
Sadly, I’ve also watched too many people follow the pharmaceutical path, relinquishing their power and weakening their minds and wills. But it’s never too late: as long as there is breath, there is a way. That’s why astrology felt like my natural calling—its “big picture” reveals not only the cause of disease but its purpose.
My grandmother used to say, “You have odd hands—you’ll be either a pianist or a robber.” Then she added, “They’re healing hands,” and ever since, I’ve used them to infuse energy into the food I prepare and the medicine I gather. This gift became unmistakable after my family and I made a pilgrimage to our ancestral home: Egypt. The magnetic energy there was so powerful and enriching that, upon returning, I felt charged like never before. My body experienced new sensations, deep emotions surfaced, and I yearned to heal even more fully.
I’d bitten my nails for as long as I could remember—nothing stopped me. But as Sinai’s mountain blessed me with the greatest miracle I ever witnessed (the healing of someone dear), I asked for my hands to be anointed. In response, the mountain told me my nervous nail-biting must cease—and it did. It may seem trivial, but for me it was a chronic source of stress. Whenever I now channel healing for myself or others, I feel the presence of our Mother by the Red Sea of Creation, reminding me of our innate power—and of the work required to strengthen it through clear intention.
My partner is another immense source of healing. Through him I’ve confronted my triggers and insecurities on a stormy—but transformative—path of self-improvement. He taught me that love is life’s true purpose. Countless times, I thought giving up would be easier, that we’d be better apart—but my heart prevailed. Our divine union became my guiding purpose, knowing it would ultimately give our lives meaning. I believe in the power of complementary opposites joining: when two souls align, the ego dissolves and the True Divine Spirit emerges. This lesson I trace back to my great-grandmother Sophia, who married my great-grandfather Pachulo against her family’s wishes—her mother even beat her the night before the wedding. Yet Sophia chose love. Pachulo’s mother, Clara Luna, was a proud native woman with the color of the earth in her skin. Despite many tragedies, their love endures in me. My ancestors form a constellation around me, guiding my path; our ongoing dialogue is vital to my well-being and my family’s.
I could write for days, but this is largely my story. I believe some of us inhabit a different timeline: from the past, yes, but ever-flowing. We “survive” in the modern 3D world, yet our souls remain anchored in another dimension—a home we yearn to return to. Once we accept that reality and walk bravely into the unknown, we become bridges for others seeking their way home. A home not of place but of feeling: wholeness, unity born from the ashes of the divided ego. And so we stay—if we must—armed with purpose, with work in our hands and a mission in our hearts.
