Hello, I'm Soraya
I've been called to guide sincere spiritual seekers to awaken and deepen their connection with God through ancient Eastern wisdom made relevant to modern life
Meditation Saved my Life
In 2011, externally, my life looked complete: relationship, career, home, community. Internally, I was disappearing. Depression had taken root and my body was crying out through ongoing illness - crippling arthritis, severe digestive distress, pre-cancerous cells. At 26, the weight of life became unbearable. Late into the evening, I found myself in a dissociative state, sitting at my breakfast bar with a knife in one hand, and the blade resting against the wrist of my other hand. I froze. Dropped the knife. And cried. I called my Mum and through the tears, this conversation took place:
"Mum, I'm going mad. You need to book me into a mental health facility." In her calm, steady voice, she replied: "Soraya, you are NOT going mad. You need to meditate." "How?" I asked. She replied: "Become aware of your breath."
That night, I sat cross-legged in my room and turned my awareness to my breath. I started noticing my abdomen rising and falling with each breath. When my mind wondered to a thought, I gently guided it back to my breath. I remained with my breath for hours, inviting the stillness and peace to enter. For the first time in days, I slept soundly and deeply that night, and when I woke, the world looked a little brighter and I felt much clearer.
Through the simple act of breathing with presence, I had touched something healing and sacred, which would change the entire course of my life. What followed was a pilgrimage across continents, long periods in silence and solitude, extended fasts, a dark room initiation, and the privilege of accompanying my mother through her final nine months of life.
These experiences did not just alleviate my health issues. They unveiled the ancient, sacred path of Yoga as a direct doorway to God; to remembering my Divine nature and coming home to my true Self. Now, I choose to walk beside others on their journey of remembrance.
Early Life and Spiritual Roots
Family Wisdom and Early Compassion
Struggles and Awakening
Transformative Experiences and Pilgrimage
In 2015, I had an experience that changed the course of my life. Caught in a terrifying situation, I lay on the floor believing I was about to be shot. At that moment, I turned inward and began to meditate. As I surrendered to what I believed could be my final moments, a deep and unexpected peace washed over me. There was no fear. Only acceptance of potentially meeting my Creator and returning home. I was not shot and I came away unharmed, but something fundamental changed within me. That encounter with the possibility of death cracked something open. My meditations took on a different form. They became deeper, expansive and energetical. I started touching the infinite love of God that I had heard and read so much about. My mat became my altar and my devotion started pouring out. Alongside the beauty of experiencing God, I started to see with painful clarity that although I had built a life filled with all the things a woman is meant to want; marriage, home, career, friends, I was still disconnected from my true Self. My Soul was quietly aching.
In 2016, I made the difficult but necessary decision to separate from my husband. In March 2017, I packed a backpack, booked a one-way ticket, and left everything I had known behind. What followed was a seven-year pilgrimage across South America, South Africa, and Southeast Asia. I lived in ashrams and intentional communities, embraced unfamiliar ways of being, and allowed my old Self to slowly dissolve. It was during this time that I began to understand the true depth of Yoga. Not as something you do, but something you are. I started taking more time in silence and isolation and away from the noise of the world. I began sitting in meditation for longer periods; one-day, five-days, ten-days, eventually entering a ten-day solo dark room in Indonesia. Alone in complete darkness, with no distractions and nowhere to run, I was held in infinite bliss for days. I melted into the Womb of Creation and met God - my Self - in the most intimate way. I felt like a part of me died and I was reborn into inner truth. It was an experience like no other and I feel utterly blessed that I'm able to touch this place of infinite ecstacy.
Love in Action
In 2024, life brought me into yet another profound initiation; caring for my Mum during the final nine months of her life. She was bedridden, immobile, and gradually fading. Being by her side every day, tending to her needs, holding space for her dignity and her pain, was the most challenging experience of my life, and equally, the most moving. Watching your mother transition changes you. It strips away illusions. It calls you into a deeper kind of love. It reminded me again of the preciousness of presence and my love for God only grew stronger through that time. Suffering did not distance me from the Divine. It revealed the Divine in all things. As synchronicity would have it, she transitioned on the 21st July 2025 - my 41st birthday. Some may see this as a tragedy. I see it as a Divinely perfect. A sacred circle completing itself. The kind of cosmic alignment that words often fall short of describing. Her soul departing on the same day mine arrived. Life and death, held in the same beautiful breath.
My Greatest Teacher
I’ve come to realise there is a deep well of wisdom within each of us, but it only reveals itself when the mental chatter begins to quieten. In a world that glorifies noise, speed, and surface level interactions, silence invites us into something far more real: presence, depth, and truth. It’s in the silence that I’ve encountered God most clearly, not as a concept, but as a felt experience. Alive, loving, and ever-present.
This is where I teach, mentor, and guide from. Not from theory alone, but from that quiet, sacred space within. A space shaped by lived experience, loss, surrender, and devotion and pure love for All. I create spaces for others to hear themselves again. To meet the parts of them that have been buried under years of conditioning, distraction, or pain. This brought me to the essence of what Yoga truly is. Not a practice on the mat, but a way of living with presence, reverence, and remembrance.
Though I was not with my Mum in her final hours, I had walked closely beside her for the nine months leading up to her passing. Her choice to go alone felt like her final teaching to me, an act of grace, of release, of soul sovereignty.
That experience taught me more about presence, detachment, and divine trust than any book or training ever could. It was Yoga in its rawest, most sacred form: the union of life and death, love and letting go.
This is why I teach. Not to simply share techniques. But to walk beside others as they journey inward. To help them peel away the noise of the world. And to remember the quiet, powerful truth of who they really are. Yoga is the path that carried me home. And now it is my purpose to walk with others as they find their way back, too.
