About Me
The Alchemy of the Heart: From the Invisible Child to Indestructible Lovel
To be vulnerable with you: Today, my heart is expansive and whole. But for most of my life, it was a fortress—frozen, barricaded, and governed by the ghosts of a past I didn’t know how to outrun. My journey has been a deep dive into consciousness, a search for the root cause of suffering, and a total reclamation of the mind-body connection.
The Architecture of Displacement
My journey into the shadow began with a secret. I grew up as the “mistake” in a family that had already decided two children were enough. I became the invisible child, a third wheel perpetually seeking a seat at a table that wasn’t set for me. This created a foundational wound of abandonment; I became a seeker of love from those least likely to give it.
By the age of three, a fall down the stairs left me with a concussion and dyslexia. My brain felt scrambled. By thirteen, my body was a repository for 21 mercury fillings. Between the neurological trauma and heavy metal toxicity, I was already losing my grip on my own power.
Then came the displacement. Before I could even walk, I was a foreigner in a strange land. When my narcissistic father forced me from Brasil to a U.S. boarding school at fourteen, the rupture was complete. I didn’t just lose my friends; I lost my identity. My body, ever the messenger, shut down—my menstruation stopped for an entire year.
The Frozen Decades
For the next 30 years, I lived as a “friendly ghost.” I settled in Northern California and became an expert at being distant yet friendly—never taking root, never getting attached. I used a “neurotic schedule” of spiritual volunteering within a cult to avoid the avalanche of pain drowning me. I was a senior leader who believed she had done “the spiritual work,” yet I was deeply enmeshed in co-dependence.
I lived half-dead. When my mother died in my arms when I was 28, I didn’t just grieve—I collapsed into a dissociation so deep, I blamed myself for her passing. When my father lay dying years later, I felt nothing. My heart had turned to granite.
The Scream of the Body
On October 31st, 2024, my body stopped whispering and started screaming. Despite decades of healing, I was drowning in the weight of recent loss—the passing of my beloved dog and the sudden death of my brother, who died of a heart attack right in my arms. The layers of grief had stacked like stones.
A bioresonance biofeedback scan confirmed my deepest fear: arrhythmia and the imminent possibility of a heart attack. The heartbreak was no longer metaphorical; it was a physical crisis. In that moment of terror, I leaned into my intuition and realized I needed to focus on my inner world and the literal frequency of my heart.
The Turnaround: Quantum and Physical
I chose radical responsibility. I knew I was fighting the wetiko mind virus—a cycle of self-deception and suppressed grief that was physically destroying me. I realized that you cannot fully heal the spirit if your biology is stuck in survival mode.
Through bioresonance, rife frequencies, and deep emotional reframing, I did the impossible. I didn’t just avert a heart attack; I faced my fears and forgave myself. Physically, I cleared the systemic infestation of parasites and heavy metals that had been hijacking my nervous system since childhood.
When the physical debris cleared, the healing became elegant. I moved from heart-broken and collapsed to indestructible self-love.
I Am Here to Walk With You
I didn’t just study these themes; I survived them. I have navigated the darkest corridors of loss, the trauma of sudden death, and the physical manifestation of deep-seated grief.
Today, I bridge the gap between consciousness and the material world. I combine 30 years of experience with cutting-edge frequency technology to help women who are “half-dead” from unresolved grief. Whether you are facing a health crisis, a loss of identity, or an emotional wall that feels unmovable, I know the way through.
You don’t have to wait for your body to scream. Let’s free your heart together.