Gokalia Sacred Space

10/31/2026

Located in wausau, wi. 😊

10/29/2026

**my rooj neeb has been rehomed 🥰**

With heavy heart, I am giving away my rooj neeb.

This was made by Nyiaj Kab and delivered to me for $250. The legs are not able to be taken off and ready to find its new shaman travel buddy.

If youre in East St Paul and in need of a rooj neeb message me for pick up. Must be able to pick up before Saturday. I'm asking for $100 so I know my bench will be loved and taken care of.

10/28/2026

I closed my altar today

On the human level, it was a bittersweet day. Spiritually, this has been long overdue.

I took time to honor my guides, the house spirits, and the guardian of this land. I recognized each one of their efforts and ensure they knew I am so grateful for all the lessons I learned in this home.

As I took each tool off my altar, I am reminded of the people who was with me and created this altar for me. My dad who took his precious vacation time to make the altar, my sisters Soua and Sheila for all the crystals they donated, my sister Betty for sewing the strings on my bells, my sister Christina for taking the time from her own sickness to celebrate this big achievement of mine, my Auntie Paoyee and niece Jubilee for setting up my altar, my xf for her sweat and tears borrowing my hair tie 😂, and my two friends Haley Mae and Tong Psy who supported me with our daily 12 minute conversations and going on the adventure to find my shaman tools. Because of this foundation built on love and trust I was able to get as far as I did.

When I think of going home to North Carolina my heart is calm, which gives me the clarity that I am moving in the right direction. Spirit team, I cant wait to build a prettier home for you guys. My journey to the (mid)west is now completed. 💕

10/26/2026

Growing up in a very strict household,

I learned early on what it felt like to experience shame and rejection when I couldn't meet certain expectations. Whether it was mispronouncing a sound from the word, struggling to articulate what I'm experiencing, or simply not getting something right, I often felt like I'm not good enough.

Through those experiences, I learned precision. I learned how to sit in discomfort, how to receive criticism, and how to keep trying even when something felt difficult.

For years, I battled with these parts of myself. And as I continue embarking on my healing journey, I am especially grateful for my shaman master, who has helped me see the beauty of authenticity.

I've come to recognize how easily we create illusions around titles and identities. We believe that once we carry a certain title, we must already know everything, act a certain way, or present ourselves as someone who has mastered it all. I've learned that there is so much beauty in allowing yourself to be a beginner.

To show people where you truly are. To acknowledge what you don't know. To ask for help. To allow others to support you. And most importantly, to understand that you do not have to be perfect to be worthy of the role you are growing into.

This weekend was such a beautiful testament to all the inner work I've been doing.

I am overwhelmed with gratitude for my soul siblings, who showed up for me just as my own siblings would. Despite the time, distance, and responsibilities they carried, they made sure that we were protected, loved, and taken care of.

Some of them wore multiple hats, stepping into responsibilities I couldn't carry myself, simply so I could focus on being a shaman that day. And I cannot express how much that meant to me.

There was so much preparation, emotional labor, and exhaustion that went into creating this sacred day for my niece. But witnessing everyone come together reminded me that I no longer have to carry everything alone.

What makes this experience even more meaningful is the story behind it.

When I first accepted my shaman calling and came out of my trance, my niece was one of the first people to approach me. She immediately asked if I could heal her. I remember thinking how cute and innocent that request was because, of course, that wasn't quite how it worked.

She waited patiently as I committed myself to my own healing, learning, and understanding what it truly means to walk this path.

I had to learn how to walk into someone else's darkness without losing myself in it. How to find someone in the places where they may feel lost/ blocked, and how to gently encourage them to willingly find their way home.

And perhaps one of the greatest lessons was learning how to see my niece beyond the identities I had always carried in her life.

As her aunt.
As her roommate.
As her friend.
As her mentor.

Each of these roles allowed me to know and love her in different ways. Stepping into my role as her shaman required me to separate those identities and see her through a different lens.

To recognize the places I may have overlooked. To understand the things she may not have had the words to express. To meet her where she was rather than where I thought she should be.

And through that process, I learned that sometimes loving someone deeply doesn't mean we automatically understand everything they are carrying. Sometimes we have to learn how to see them again.

I am so grateful that she trusted me, allowed me into this sacred part of her journey, and waited all this time for me to be ready. What an honor it was to have my niece be the first person I served in this capacity. 🥹

And what a beautiful reminder that healing is not always about having all the answers. Sometimes it is about being willing to learn, to listen, to show up, and to trust the process together.

I'm grateful for my friends who came to support us, for my shaman family who embraced us as their own, and for everyone who contributed to making this day possible.

I'm also grateful that we could laugh through my beginner moments and all the little things I still have to learn.

Because I am learning to find joy in criticism. Joy in being corrected. Joy in recognizing where I am today without allowing it to diminish who I am becoming. I no longer see being a beginner as something to be ashamed of. I see it as an invitation to grow.

This weekend reminded me that I can be a shaman and still be human. I can carry sacred responsibilities and still laugh, make mistakes, ask questions, and receive support. I do not have to abandon who I am to honor who I am becoming.

I spent so much of my life learning how to be strong, independent, and capable. Now I am learning how to be supported, how to receive love, and how to allow others to walk alongside me.

To my niece, thank you for trusting me with such a sacred experience. Thank you for allowing me to learn alongside you. And thank you for reminding me that even as I continue growing into this calling, I am still your auntie, who loves you deeply.

This weekend was sacred, exhausting, humbling, joyful, and everything in between.

And now that it is finally complete, I can look back with so much gratitude and recognize just how far I've come.

What once brought me shame now teaches me humility. What once felt like rejection now teaches me discernment. And what once made me believe I had to do everything alone now reminds me of the beauty of community.

I am learning that my strength is not measured by how much I can carry alone, but by how willing I am to allow love and support to reach me.

And as I continue walking this path, I hope to always remain a student of life, of healing, of my ancestors, and of the people who trust me enough to walk alongside them.

10/22/2026

Today, I finally gathered the courage to go look for my shaman sword. 🥹❤️

I've been putting this off for quite some time, partly because of how expensive they can be, but also because I wanted to find one that I felt genuinely connected to.

As I was looking around Hmong Village, I came across one that immediately caught my attention. I asked the lady how much it was, and she told me it was pretty pricey. So I put it back down and continued walking around, hoping to find something else. But nothing spoke to me quite like that one did.

Eventually, I made my way back to her shop. She asked if I needed any help, and I told her that I had checked my cash and realized I had just enough to purchase it.

Then she gave me some money back and told me to use it to help heal others. She also shared her wishes that there would be many more like me who are kind and genuine. And honestly, those words touched me more deeply than she could have imagined. 🥹

Our interaction was so brief. We didn't have a long conversation. She didn't know my story, my struggles, or the things I've been working through internally. Yet somehow, in that small moment, she offered me something I didn't even realize I needed.

Encouragement. Acceptance. And the confidence to continue embracing this part of myself.

I've been reflecting a lot on the shame, guilt, and embarrassment I've carried throughout this journey. Sometimes, I catch myself placing labels on who I am. An unmarried Hmong woman with no children, choosing to walk the path of a shamanic practitioner. I recognize how much of my own insecurity I've attached to those identities and how much I've allowed those thoughts to influence the way I show up in the world.

Although I speak openly about my spiritual journey, I know there are still pieces of myself that I've been withholding. And perhaps that's why today's interaction meant so much to me.

To receive such genuine words of encouragement from a Hmong elder, especially a complete stranger who knows nothing about me, felt incredibly healing. She may have thought she was simply helping me purchase a sword, but what she gave me was so much more.

She helped me release a little more of the shame I've been carrying and reminded me that I can wear this title with pride, love, and purpose.

It reminded me that there are people who will embrace this journey alongside me. People who understand the importance of preserving our practices, honoring our ancestors, and continuing the work of healing within our communities.

And I look forward to finding more of those people, because I know this work was never meant to be a one-person journey.

There is so much beauty in community, in supporting one another, and in recognizing that we all have something meaningful to contribute to the collective.

I'm incredibly grateful for these small, unexpected interactions that remind me how beautiful life can be.

I hope this elder knows that her kindness reached somewhere deep within me today. She may never know the weight of her words, but I will carry them with me as I continue growing into this version of myself.

And to anyone else who is embarking on a journey that feels unfamiliar, uncomfortable, or even difficult to fully embrace, I hope you continue finding the tools, the people, and the encouragement that grounds you to your purpose.

10/20/2026

As my time in STP is nearing an end I've been reflecting on how much I've grown, how much I've experienced, and how much of myself I've poured into creating the beautiful life I get to live today.

For so long, I've been doing the inner work. Learning to understand myself, my mind, my body, and my spirit. Learning what it truly means to embody the values I speak about and share with the world. And realizing that embodiment isn't just about what we know or what we teach. It's about how we choose to live, how we show up, and how we navigate life when things aren't always easy.

I've been stretched thin in so many ways, mentally, physically, and spiritually. And through it all, I've been learning to recognize where I need support, where I need to surrender, and where I no longer need to carry everything on my own.

There's something so beautiful about witnessing the work you've done within yourself begin to manifest in your physical world. To look around and realize, I created this. I worked for this. I chose this life. It feels so good to document moments from a space of peace and clarity. To trust myself enough to know when to let go. To recognize that I don't have to suffer for the name of love and know how to move towards enlightenment.

By choosing myself, I embody happiness longer. I understand myself more deeply. And I'm learning that I no longer want to share only bits and pieces of who I am depending on where I am or who I'm around. I want to fully own every part of who I am.

The light, the darkness, the softness, the strength, the wisdom, and even the parts of me that are still becoming.

Going home this weekend reminded me just how much has changed. It allowed me to witness myself from a different perspective and recognize how much work I've put into becoming someone I genuinely love being.

And even while I'm navigating my own darkness, I'm learning that I can still be present. I can still experience joy. I can still hold space for others, laugh, love, connect, and honor the moments we get to share. Because that's what life is.

It's learning how to hold grief and gratitude in the same breath.

It's acknowledging the bittersweetness of change while still appreciating the beauty of what is right in front of you.

It's understanding that sometimes grief isn't about losing something that has already left. Sometimes it's about being fully present with something beautiful while knowing that it's changing. And instead of resisting it, I'm learning to honor it.

I'm learning that what is meant for me will find its way to me. I don't have to force, chase, or control every outcome. I can trust the timing of my life while continuing to make intentional choices for myself.

There is so much freedom in that.

Freedom in allowing myself to feel every emotion without needing to fix it. Freedom in letting life unfold without resisting every transition. Freedom in knowing that I can be both a work in progress and someone who is already living a beautiful life.

I think that's one of the greatest gifts this journey has given me. The ability to be present with life instead of constantly trying to survive it.

Because we truly never know what tomorrow will bring. And that makes me want to be even more intentional with how I spend my time, who I share my energy with, and how I choose to show up in this world.

I'm proud of the Hmong woman I've become rhrough this shaman journey. I'm proud of the ways I've persevered, the times I've chosen myself, and the courage it has taken to continue becoming the version of me I once could only envision. And I know I'm not done growing.

I'm simply entering another chapter where I get to know myself even more deeply, trust myself more fully, and live in greater alignment with everything I believe in. No longer just speaking about healing, embodiment, love, and trust. But living it.

NC, I'm ready to come home.

10/17/2026

So I want to speak directly to my silent readers. 💕

To the ones who have been quietly observing, following spiritual practitioners, reading about other people's experiences, and wondering what it would feel like to finally be part of something like that.

To the ones who are tired of feeling alone in their journey but aren't quite sure where to begin.

Consider this your invitation to put yourself out there.

Attend that sound bowl healing. Go to that community gathering. Introduce yourself to someone. Ask questions. Allow yourself to be curious. You never know what connections are waiting for you on the other side of that decision.

And remember, you don't have to know everything or be at a certain level in your spiritual journey to belong in these spaces.

One of the things I love most about Minnesota is how accessible these opportunities can be when you begin seeking them. There are so many beautiful people doing meaningful work, and I genuinely love sharing these resources because I know firsthand how impactful they can be.

I highly encourage you to follow Nancy, attend one of her community sound bowl healing experiences, and give yourself the opportunity to connect with others. It's an investment not only in your well-being but also in the relationships and community you may discover along the way.

Sometimes the community we're praying for, manifesting, or desperately seeking is waiting for us to make the first move.

And sometimes, all it takes is showing up. 🌿✨

I'm so grateful that I did. 💕

Come Home to Yourself: Community Sound Healing

Are you ready to slow down, release what no longer serves you, and reconnect with yourself?

Give yourself permission to pause, breathe, and simply be.

Join Nancy for a Community Sound Healing Session, where the soothing vibrations of crystal singing bowls, chimes, drums, and other healing instruments invite you into a space of relaxation, grounding, and inner peace.

Let the sounds wash over you as you release tension, quiet your mind, and nourish your mind, body, and spirit. You deserve time to rest, reset, and receive.

Your healing journey starts with making time for yourself.

Reserve your spot today and gift yourself the opportunity to restore, rebalance, and renew.
Booking Link: https://nancyxiong.com/sound-healing

Come as you are. Leave feeling more connected to yourself.

With love and healing,

Nancy
Hono Bono Healing LLC
Restore • Rebalance • Renew

10/11/2026

Today, my niece shared a nightmare she experienced the other night, and as I listened to her describe her dream, I found myself witnessing something much deeper.

Rather than immediately interpreting what I thought her dream meant, I chose to listen. I allowed her to share the entire experience, how she felt, what she remembered, and what she was trying to communicate.

And through that moment of observation, I came to a beautiful realization.

Sometimes the people closest to us can sense what we are carrying, even when we haven't found the words to express it ourselves.

As she shared her experience, I began recognizing similarities between the emotions she described and the things I have been silently navigating in my own life.

I thought about how closely connected we are, how we share space, and how our nervous systems can influence one another through our presence, behaviors, and emotional responses.

And it made me wonder: Is this part of what happens between parents and their children?

Perhaps sometimes parents choose not to share what they are experiencing because they believe they are protecting their children. Yet children may still recognize that something feels different, even when they cannot understand why.

And without communication, that uncertainty can create confusion, disconnection, or emotional imbalance.

I found myself explaining to my niece that I have been navigating some of the very emotions she was describing. Emotions I had not openly shared with anyone.

I wanted her to understand that what I am feeling internally may not always align with what I am expressing externally.

There are moments when my body wants to react from old patterns. Moments when I can feel the discomfort, frustration, sadness, or emotional weight rising within me.

But I am learning that just because my body experiences an emotion does not mean I have to act upon it.

I have a choice.

I can pause. I can observe. I can regulate myself. And I can recognize when I need to process something independently and when I need connection and co-regulation.

Most importantly, I can communicate those needs instead of allowing someone else to carry the uncertainty of what I am experiencing.

I do not want the people I love to become responsible for emotions that belong to me.

And I do not want the generations after me to inherit patterns of emotional silence, confusion, or unspoken pain simply because that was how previous generations learned to survive.

I want to be part of that change.

I want our future generations to understand that emotions are not something we need to fear, suppress, or hide. They are experiences we can learn to recognize, communicate, and move through with compassion and awareness.

And today, my niece reminded me of the beauty of that work.

By sharing her nightmare, she opened a door for us to have a conversation that perhaps neither of us knew we needed.

I was able to witness her experience, and she was able to understand a part of mine.

We did not need to fix one another. We simply needed the opportunity to be heard, understood, and loved.

And through that exchange, we created something different from what we may have inherited.

We created emotional safety through communication.

I am recognizing that generational healing does not always happen through grand gestures or profound ceremonies.

Sometimes it happens in the quiet moments between two people who choose to listen instead of react.

Sometimes it happens when an adult is willing to say, "Yes, I have been feeling that too, and I am learning how to move through it."

And sometimes it happens when we recognize that we can honor the experiences of those who came before us while choosing a different way forward.

Today was one of those moments.

And I am grateful that my niece felt safe enough to share her experience with me.

Because in listening to her, I also learned something about myself.

I am no longer just healing from what I inherited. I am becoming intentional about what I pass forward.

10/08/2026

My xf. 💞

✨ October Services Are Now Open ✨

As we enter a new month, I’m opening space again for those who feel called to receive healing, guidance, clarity, and spiritual support.

Whether you’re seeking Reiki healing, tarot readings, mediumship, or spiritual cleansing, I welcome you with an open heart and a safe space to simply be.

Every session is an opportunity to pause, reconnect with yourself, release what no longer serves you, and receive the clarity your spirit may be asking for.

Thank you for continuing to trust me, support my journey, and allow me to walk alongside you in yours. 🕊️

October appointments are now available.
📅 Calendar is open - link under my bio.

With love,
Panuzong | Beauty Of Oneness