Christina Lopes,
DPT, MPH
Hey, I'm Christina!
A former clinician and public health systems thinker turned spiritual teacher and healer. I take women to the root of the patterns, wounds, and beliefs that have been running their lives — find where they were originally written — and help them reclaim the power and purpose that was always underneath.
My career spans more than 20 years: the first decade inside the nervous system and the second decade inside the soul. Two graduate degrees that taught me a great deal, and an awakening that taught me everything else.
Inherited
I was born in California and raised in the Azores, a chain of islands in the middle of the Atlantic that belong to Portugal.
My maternal grandmother was a well known village healer. She was the person people came to when “evil spirits” were blocking their lives (or making their livestock sick!) When I was old enough to understand, my grandma would tell me stories about her memories as a newborn (a common early sign of a powerful healer), and the many times she brought animals back from the brink of death due to “evil eye”.
Some of her daughters carry the same gifts. But my grandmother carried it in a way I have only seen a handful of times in my life.
I also inherited those gifts.
As a child, I felt things I had no language for. I saw things I knew I was not supposed to see. I sensed what the adults around me were carrying long before I had the vocabulary to call it grief, or rage, or unmet love.
I was terrified of it. The gift didn’t feel like one. It felt more like an exposure.
In the middle of my sensitivites, I was also experiencing significant trauma that rerouted my entire nervous system. Dissociation. Severe panic. Depression. By my late teens, I didn’t want to be alive. The thing my grandmother could feel and trust, I had learned to fear and silence.
And the gift went somewhere I could not reach for twenty years.
California - Where it all began
Christina & Grandma
Grandma Carmel
Trained
My academic and clinical background includes a Doctorate in Physical Therapy from New York University and a Master’s in Public Health from Johns Hopkins University.
I worked as a neuropediatric physical therapist in New York and Washington DC for almost a decade, logging over 16,000 patient hours with bodies that could not lie about what they were holding.
I was also a Pediatric Instructor, traveling the world to train physical therapists in countries where they lacked clinical experience in specific specialties like mine. In those years, I successfully completed two humanitarian missions in India and Peru.
I want to be clear about what those years gave me, because they’re not a footnote on the way to the spiritual work. They are part of what makes the spiritual work better.
Teaching Neuropediatrics in India
Life in DC
The clinical training gave me a doctoral-level understanding of the nervous system, brain, and musculoskeletal systems. The ability to see and work hands on with a body that was born with significant impairments and its miraculous adaptation strategies and neural plasticity
The public health training gave me systems thinking. The ability to trace one wound across an entire life, a lineage, or across generations. How family, gender, ancestral inheritance, and lived trauma interlock and compound.
On paper, life was working. Doctor. Partner. City. Income. Everything I was supposed to want.
But I was slowly dying inside, and I knew it. I had built a sophisticated system that kept me functional and unreachable, including to myself. The credentials and success had become the most beautiful version of the silencing.
Then in 2013, my marriage ended without warning. And the structure I had organized my entire identity around came apart in a few weeks.
Initiated
What happened in the years after the marriage ended is the part of my story I have always written carefully, because there is no language in modern culture for what it actually was.
I left the relationship, the city, and went home to the islands. I spent the next 4 years in deep solitude, meditating for hours every day. I walked. I sat with feelings I had spent thirty years outrunning. I read texts my clinical training had taught me to dismiss.
And then the things I had buried in childhood started coming back.
My spiritual gifts came online in ways I could not explain to my clinical colleagues and could barely explain to myself. I began channeling, which is the term I now use because I have made my peace with it.
At the time I thought I was losing my mind. Information was moving through me that I had no rational source for. I was perceiving things in people I should not have been able to perceive.
I had a spontaneous Kundalini awakening that lasted longer than was comfortable and was not gentle. For those who do not know the term, it is a particular kind of energetic and physiological event recognized in several wisdom traditions, and one of the most disorganizing experiences a nervous system can pass through.
I went into altered states of consciousness that, in any modern medical setting, would have been categorized as psychosis. In the traditions my grandmother came from, they would have been categorized as initiation.
My scientifically trained mind could not navigate any of it. None of my degrees applied. None of my frameworks held. The only way through was to stop trying to be in charge.
I surrendered to teachings I would have dismissed a year earlier. I worked with spirit, with my own guides, with traditions I had spent a lifetime calling unscientific. I let the part of me that had inherited my grandmother’s gift come back online, in full, for the first time since I was a child.
It took six years from the collapse for the full arc of the awakening to complete. Four of them in real solitude. Two more rebuilding. The woman who walked out at the end of those years is not the woman who walked in. She is also, in a way I did not expect, the child I had been before the silencing.
The Azores — Return & Solitude
The
Distinction
I’m not a clinician who picked up some spiritual language. And I’m not a spiritual teacher who happens to have a couple of degrees on the wall.
I am a healer who seamlessly integrates science and Spirit to help women reach places that they have never been before.
A decade inside the nervous system, and a decade inside the soul. Both are real. Both are the credential. That is what reaches the layer where the patterns and wounds were written.
The Work Now
More than 4,000 women have walked through some version of this work with me over the last 12 years. Private clients. Group programs. Retreats in magical lands, and in-person live events in multiple countries.
The methodology I teach now holds three things at once that almost no one in this field holds together. Clinical understanding of how trauma is stored in the nervous system. Systems-level understanding of how multiple template structures interlock to keep a single woman stuck. And the spiritual capacity to perceive what is actually moving in a woman’s field, energetically and developmentally, that her cognitive frameworks have not been able to reach.
Most healing approaches treat the pattern. They work on the symptom. These approaches help. I use many of them.
They are not, on their own, sufficient for the women this site is built for.
The pattern is a protection. It was written by something underneath it. I find where it was written. That is the work.
How to Begin
Feel free to step in wherever you feel called to start.
7 Day Challenge
A guided week to feel the work. Daily practices that show you where the pattern lives in your body, and what shifts when you stop trying to think your way out of it.
Heart Alchemy
The deep work. My private coaching program designed to reach the layer beneath the pattern, where the protection was first written.
Retreats
The immersive shift. Seasonal, high-ticket depth work for those ready to do in days what years of practice can only point toward.
If your nervous system has carried you to this page and you have read this far, something in you already recognizes the work. That recognition is real. Trust it longer than you usually do.
I Will Be Here When You Are Ready
Christina Lopes, DPT, MPH