My Journey
It all started when we were young. Our mum was Irish, so music was ingrained in us from an early age—weekends were filled with the sounds of Riverdance and Michael Flatley on VHS. Our dad always had a set of drumsticks or a harmonica in his hand, and the voices of The Beach Boys or James Taylor accompanied all our car journeys.
One of our first instruments was a makeshift drum kit—pots and pans put together by our dad. My brothers and I would play for hours. I was always singing and writing stories, my imagination filled with fantasies inspired by The NeverEnding Story and The Goonies, dreaming of treasure hunts and mysterious, otherworldly lands. But reality often reminded me of the struggles of childhood and the challenges my parents faced—though that’s a story for another day.
I’m here to share how I arrived at where I am today, musically and spiritually, with the purpose of helping others heal from their past.
Finding My Path Through Music
Mum enrolled us all in a marching band—Staplehurst, to be exact—where I became a lead trumpet player, and my brothers were percussionists. Twice a week, we practiced in various halls, from Blantyre Prison to the village hall and even the local playing field, preparing for competitions and carnivals that consumed most of our weekends.
Mum’s main reason for putting us in the band was to keep us safe and away from the streets. But as we grew older and discovered cigarettes, friends, and mum’s booze cupboard, the “uncool” vibe of being in a marching band started to take its toll. I was already struggling with bullying, particularly from one local girl, but also from a group that made school life incredibly tough.
At 15, I began skipping school, smoking weed, and binge drinking to escape. My imagination, once filled with fairy tales, turned into nightmares. I spiraled into self-harm and drug use, leading to two failed overdoses. Yet, I saw these as a blessing—a sign that something greater was waiting for me. I knew I had a purpose, but I needed to work out what it was.
At 18 and a half, with £400 in my pocket, I ran away to the magical and accepting island of Ibiza—and that’s where everything changed.
Ibiza: A Turning Point
On the island, I found a community that embraced me, not as a misfit but as someone with a unique energy. I worked as a parade dancer for Zoo Project, moving to music outside bars, and immersed myself in the creative energy of Ibiza.
There, I was introduced to spirituality by older, wiser souls—men and women who had confronted their own demons and took me under their colorful wings. I learned various massage techniques from travelers who had also sought refuge on the island, but it was music and dance that transformed my life. Movement and sound became my medicine. The dance floor became my temple. Strangers became my therapists. I realized I was not alone in my struggles—everyone was searching for something.
For seven summers, I returned to Ibiza, making myself seen and heard, growing in confidence, and learning from those who had walked through darkness into light.
During the winters, I traveled. I spent two winters in Barcelona, a city ruled by hip-hop, street buskers, and raw creativity. Living in a converted squat house with musicians, I deepened my understanding of sound and vibration. Music wasn’t just something to listen to—it was a form of healing. Frequencies were more than sounds; they were medicine.
If there wasn’t a party in our apartment, there were violinists, guitarists, and drummers jamming on our terrace. A big Mexican guy would cook BBQ while we shared stories. It was in those moments that I felt a true sense of community and belonging. Could it be that the strangers we meet are the ones who truly transform us?
Peace in India
I spent the last few years of my relationship running away, as it was all I knew. Eventually, I traveled alone to India, seeking peace.
In Rishikesh, at the gateway to the Himalayas, I threw myself into Vipassana—a ten-day silent retreat focused on meditation, yoga, and deep inner work. It was mentally exhausting, but it brought clarity.
Afterward, I traveled to the coast, hoping the sea would wash away the old layers of me. Instead, I fell ill—one of the biggest purges of my life. There, I met Dolly, an Ayurvedic doctor who healed me using herbs and sound therapy. She played Tibetan bowls on my body, and for the first time, I experienced the true power of sound and vibration in healing.
I left India a stone lighter but filled with love and peace.
The Call of Mexico & Jupiter
I knew my love of travel was my therapy. But it was COVID times. After escaping the lockdowns on a few small trips, I found myself boarding a plane to Mexico—alone.
“Remember, traveling alone is a gift to yourself. You are free to be who you truly are, without judgment of your past.”
I landed in Cancún and headed straight to Tulum, where I hired a bike and found myself on the beach at sunset. There, I experienced my first sunset sound meditation, and something within me shifted—I began to cry with gratitude.
A few days later, I met a woman from Miami—wild dark curls, full of life and adventure. We had eerily similar journeys, both running from heartache, and in each other, we found deep compassion and understanding. We danced under the stars, rode bikes singing at the top of our lungs, took mushrooms at a party, and embraced every moment.
One evening, we attended a sound healing ceremony at Holistika, where we met Jupiter—a powerful Mayan healer. His sound healing was unlike anything I had ever experienced—deep, primal vibrations, drums, rattles, his voice, guitar, animal sounds, thunder, and rain.
During the session, I had a vision of a past life—I saw myself in a jungle, dressed in tribal garments, surrounded by birds, deeply connected to nature. It was a moment of pure clarity.
The next day, my friend gave me a small healing session with a drum we borrowed from a stranger. That single session unlocked something in me, and I was hooked. I returned home with a burning desire to learn everything I could about sound and frequency healing.
The Birth of My Purpose
Strangely, my mum had been buying me odd instruments for years—I already had a toolkit waiting for me. Around this time, I also began crafting self-love bath boxes with homegrown flowers, oils, and candles—gifts for friends in need of healing. I even started planning a podcast about healing after breakups, calling it Empowered by Freedom.
I returned to Mexico the following year, seeking out Jupiter to learn from him. He put me through a sweat lodge Temazcal ceremony, marking the beginning of my initiation. He guided me through one-on-one sound healing lessons, helping me unlock knowledge that was already embedded in my DNA.
Sharing My Healing with the World
After a year of deep transformation through sound, herbs, and shadow work, I knew I needed to share this with others.
On November 8, 2022—a full moon and my birthday—I hosted my first sound healing event. Only six people attended, but it was the start of something powerful.
Since then, my events have grown—now held in four (and counting) different venues, often selling out. I’ve continued learning from other sound healers at workshops and festivals, refining my craft. Today, I channel ancestral sounds and energies, tailoring my practice to each individual.
I have come to realize that healing is not about removing pain—it’s about unlocking the power within you. I offer a space where people can be free, be heard, and feel safe.
This is just a glimpse of my journey. I look forward to welcoming you to one of my events or one-to-one sessions.
With love, light, and blessings,
Sarah