Hello Beautiful Soul...

I’m Sivan—a woman walking the sacred, ever-unfolding path of healing, remembrance, and reclamation. I am a guide, a healer, a space holder—and a mother to three radiant souls who daily remind me how to return to presence, softness, and truth.

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For much of my life, I believed that being strong all the time was a virtue. I wore resilience like armor and carried the weight of the world on my shoulders with quiet determination. People praised my strength, and I took pride in it. But what I didn’t see then was that my constant strength was a survival response. It was how I protected myself—from pain, from vulnerability, from feeling too much. My warrior spirit kept me going… until it didn’t. Eventually, that warrior became weary. She longed not to fight, but to be held. Not to push, but to soften. What I needed was nurturing, gentleness, and the kind of love that begins within.

My journey inward began after the passing of my sister in 2005. I stood at her funeral, unable to cry. The same thing happened at my father’s years later. I heard the words, “everyone grieves differently,” but deep down I knew—I hadn’t really grieved. I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. Something in me was locked away, frozen.

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It took over 15 years before the tears finally came. When they did, they weren’t just for my sister or my father. They were for the years I had spent disconnected from my heart. For the girl inside me who thought she had to be strong to be safe. That moment marked a turning point. It was the beginning of my return.

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My healing wasn’t sudden—it unfolded slowly, layer by layer, through lived experience. Through heartbreak, spiritual awakenings, and the quiet courage to sit with myself in the discomfort. With the help of spiritual mentors and inner child work, I began to feel again. I met the parts of me that had been numb for so long. I let them speak. I held them. And for the first time in a long time, I listened.

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As I softened, I began to see my emotions—grief, rage, tenderness, joy—not as threats, but as sacred teachers. They showed me what it means to be fully alive.

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That unfolding led me through many healing spaces: past life regressions, family constellations, ancestral release, energy work, sound healing, subconscious clearing, and water therapy—just to name a few. Each one brought me closer to the woman I had always been beneath the layers of performance and protection.

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One of the most profound moments came in the healing waters of Mexico. During a Watsu session, I felt truly held for the first time in years—weightless, supported, safe. That experience awakened something ancient within me: the memory of what it means to surrender, to trust, to flow. I later trained as a Watsu practitioner, knowing I needed to bring that medicine to others. The water became a teacher and a mirror—reflecting the softness I had denied and the feminine power I was reclaiming.

Though I now hold space for people from all walks of life, my heart is especially called to support women who’ve been strong for too long. Women who have given and held and carried without pause—who are now ready to come home to themselves. I walk beside those who feel they’ve lost their way in the endless roles they’ve played. And I help them remember.

Remember their softness and their strength.

Their sensitivity and their power.

Their worth—not because of what they do, but because of who they are.

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The healing work I offer is intuitive and integrative. It includes a variety of modalities—energy healing, subconscious clearing (including The Body Code), inner child integration, emotional release, sound healing, ancestral healing, and water therapy—among many others. What I share is never formulaic. It’s responsive to you, to the wisdom your body carries, and to the healing your soul is ready for.

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I come from a lineage of healers. My great-grandparents were physicians whose work was rooted in traditional medicine and service, their healing interrupted by the devastation of WWII. My grandmother, a Holocaust survivor, carried her own legacy of resilience and survival. Though their tools were different, their intention was the same—to help restore balance, vitality, and life. Today, I carry that lineage forward, not with stethoscopes or prescriptions, but through the ancient and often forgotten medicine of energy, emotion, and remembrance. Where they once tended to the body, I now tend to the soul. I work with what lives beneath the surface—unfelt grief, ancestral wounds, emotional imprints—guiding others back to their own innate capacity to heal and be whole.

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This path is not linear. It loops, deepens, and surprises us. But you don’t have to walk it alone.

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If you’re ready—or even just curious—I’m here to walk beside you.

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With love and deep devotion,
Sivan