A love letter from friend and client Ryan Tovah Batel Griffith

Have you ever met someone whose medicine is so raw…

so ancient and undiluted…

that it rattles something in your bones before she even speaks?

Someone whose aura arrives before her footsteps.

Whose gaze does not just pierce, but fully alchemizes.

Someone so charged with truth,

you can only take her in pieces…

in flashes…

in intervals…

across seasons…

across lifetimes.

Because to be fully seen by her all at once might unmake you entirely.

Let alone allowing her to touch you.

To press her hands to the wound itself.

To move the ache out of hiding.

To do the real work in anything more than carefully, divinely timed, soul calibrating sessions.

Ala Alnilam Amundsen is that for me.

If she is human at all, she is a rare strain of it.

More goddess than girl.

Part alien.

Part witch.

A carrier of the Cross of the Sleeping Phoenix.

A frequency coming collectively in 2027, but already here, in her medicine and very being-ness, paving the way.

A transmission meant to shape the next 400 years and burn the old systems down.

She is a manifesting generator, but that barely touches it.

She doesn’t dabble.

She masters.

She eats modalities for breakfast then spits out blueprints the world has never seen.

She speaks in codes and sees through masks.

She dismantles systems with a glance and turns them into something anointed.

As if that isn’t enough, she is a LITERAL alchemist.

Like…works with plants and planets in an actual lab and makes spagyrics.

She raises bees and crafts with their wax.

She makes her own clothes, writes websites, designs branding, social media marketing and managing and creates copy (and im cutting the list short!  She literally does it ALL!)

She builds figgin empires from ash and instinct

and still remembers to feed the earth and her children.

There is no such thing as too much for her.

She is every archetype at once, and somehow still entirely herself.

She is one of the most potent healers I have ever encountered, and I have met many.

From the first moment we met, I knew it would be her.

The one to help me undo the layered shame, the echoing grief, the psychic wreckage of being a female Reflector born into the shadow of 1984, with a body that remembered what it was never allowed to say.

Her friendship is balm,

but her touch is something else entirely.

Her hands carry ancient instructions, and when they meet the flesh, scar tissue softens.

Armor dissolves.

Truth reenters the bloodstream.

I am not fully ready for all she holds, but I am preparing.

I am learning to trust.

To receive.

To let the power she sees in me be activated rather than feared.

There is no one else in Western North Carolina (and I say that knowing the immense talent of the bodyworkers I have experienced)

But there is no one else I would trust with THIS.

Not with this kind of wound.

Not with this kind of story.

Not with this one part of me that is still breathing under hot ash and embers.

Only Ala.

Someday she will finish the phoenix tattoo on my abdomen.

A hand-poked tattoo etched in ceremony.

(Yes, she tattoos, too).

A closing of the chapter on a life of survival, and the opening of one rooted in truth.

It will be sealed with a Closing of The Bones ceremony,

As if to say the old life is complete and the new one has a name.

Who else but a very special embodiment of the Sleeping Phoenix could I trust that to?

But before that, there will be more.

Hypnosis.

Craniosacral.

Dance.

Fire.

Maybe even some website help.

She is a master of EVERYTHING.

If you have a need, be it bodywork, emotional work, office work…

chances are she is up to the task…and then some.

And I say that with clarity, not flattery.

She does not do healing. She is healing.

She does not perform power.

She transmits power.

Awakens you to your own.

If you are local or distant,

ready or terrified,

reach out to her.

You will not be left the same.