Allonia

My story…

I didn't find this work. The work found me.

It found me when my body gave out. When the stress, the overgiving, the childhood I never fully grieved — all of it — finally came to collect what I owed. I was bedridden for months. I couldn't shower. I couldn't eat. I couldn't hold myself together, let alone hold anyone else. My teenage daughter Rose became my caregiver. And in the middle of that collapse, something cracked open that I hadn't expected.

The mothers came.

Not in the way I can easily explain. But in dreams, in feelings, in the unmistakable sense that something ancient was trying to reach me. “Where did you lose faith in your body's ability to heal itself?” they asked me. “Trust it. It knows the way.”

That was the beginning of everything.

I had spent years in doctors' offices, being told my labs were normal while my body was falling apart. I had spent years working four jobs, abandoning myself, abandoning Rose, believing that money was love and productivity was worth. I had spent years carrying childhood sexual abuse, trauma, grief — stuffed down so deep I didn't even know I was still holding it. And my body kept the score the whole time. My womb held what my mind refused to face.

It was my ancestors — my lineage — who finally pointed me back to myself. Back to plant medicine. Back to the altar. Back to womb wisdom, to Reiki, to the sacred practices that had been living in my blood all along. I didn't reclaim what was lost. I was reconnected with who I had always been underneath all of the conditioning. Underneath the burnout, the survival mode, the performance.

And then I looked at Rose. And I understood something that changed the direction of my entire life:

The healing we do doesn't belong to us alone.

It goes backward — to the grandmothers who carried what they couldn't put down. To the mothers who passed down wounds without knowing what they were. To the medicine women whose wisdom was buried, suppressed, forgotten. And it goes forward — to the daughters watching us. To the women who haven't been born yet. To the whole line.

I am a womb keeper. A Reiki Master. A trauma-informed yoga instructor. A circle holder. A woman who sat with the ancient mothers and let them teach me. And now I hold space for other women to do the same — to sit with those mothers, feel their presence, and finally let the old wounds move.

The Lineage Liberation Method™ — Witnessing, Releasing, Remembering — was born from my own healing. It is not theory. It is lived medicine, tested in my own body and carried through my own lineage first.

I used to think healing was something I had to earn. Something I had to figure out on my own, in the dark, in silence.

Now I know: the wise women of our lineage have always been waiting. Patient. Present. Ready to help us carry what is too heavy for one woman to hold alone.

I am in the softest era of my life. I rest without guilt. I hold my daughter the way my inner child always needed to be held. I sit at my altar and let the grandmothers speak. I drum, I breathe, I remember.

I am here to be that doorway for you. Not because I have all the answers. But because I know what it is to be lost — and I know what it is to be found by something ancient and good and true.

You don't have to do this alone. The mothers are already with you.

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Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

-EV Rogina

Rose

Hi Beautiful Flowers! My name is Rose. It’s so lovely to meet you all.

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My Journey

When I was a young child, I remember feeling alone at the age of 4. My mother was a single mom, and she worked 4 or 5 jobs to make ends meet. I felt like I wasn’t able to see my mom a lot, especially during the day, which made me very sad because it made me feel like I was forgotten and no one cared about me. I was abused by my babysitter, someone who’s supposed to take care of your kids, feed them, and show them love, who ended up doing nothing but traumatizing me.

I remember the names they called me, the beatings, I just wanted it to stop. A few years ago, I was able to reconnect with my Inner child after over 12 years. It felt great to reconnect with her after so long, but it was also a very awakening experience for me. I remember how sad she was. She felt like I wasn’t listening to her.

I threw all of the trauma to the back of my mind, thinking it was okay and that it was healthy, but it wasn’t. I finally faced it and stopped running away, and so many emotions came out of me that I didn't even know were possible to feel. It sucked.

I remember being in back pain for many years, but I have always thought it was normal, and I even thought it was my hormones. In 2024, I overstretched my muscles, my mom was sick at the time, and I was trying different workouts and stretches to take my mind off what was really happening. I heard a pop in my back, and after that day, it’s been very challenging to walk, and I have been in a lot of pain.

My mother took me to the Children’s Hospital of Alabama, looking for an answer, and we unfortunately didn't, but rather what I felt at the time, we just wasted time and money. I ended up getting an MRI on my back and X-rays on my knees. I always felt like it was my knees because that was the main area I noticed that hurt a lot. They couldn't find anything. I was admitted to the hospital for 2 days. And nothing, I tried physical therapy for over 7 months, and they told me I had to break through the pain.

They diagnosed me with Amplified Musculoskeletal Pain Syndrome. For years, I thought that’s what it was. I remember when a doctor first told me what it was, I couldn't believe it. Until most recently, I decided to try going to the chiropractor, and they did an X-ray on my back, and turns out I have mild scoliosis. which can explain why I was in so much pain. It has left me feeling very confused, but also bittersweet, because I actually know what it is now. I have also gotten back into ballet, which is something I have been doing since I was a toddler. I feel so honored and grateful to be back into something I love dearly. 🩰

Thank you all for listening to my story. I really appreciate you all, and I wish you the best I pray and hope I can help you and inspire you. 💕

“Stillness reveals what busyness often conceals: your fatigue, unmet needs, and hidden truths.”

— Miko Ouye

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"Your healing journey doesn't have to be walked alone. Your rest doesn't have to be earned. And you were never too wounded to be chosen. The ancient mothers knew that. They chose you anyway — and so did we."

— Allonia & Rose

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QUICK FACTS

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  • Water! (Allonia & Rose)

  • Fall (Allonia), Fall & Spring (Rose)

  • Reading, Writing (Allonia), Music, Dance (Rose)

  • Not protecting my tribe; failing those that I was sent here to serve (Allonia).