My name is Saowalack Pongsuvan Arnold (SP) I was born during the Vietnam War in Udon Thani, Thailand, and my journey—from the depths of hardship to a place of strength and purpose—has been held in the most sacred space of all: my heart.
Heart To All That Is is not just a name; it is a profound statement of my soul’s journey.
For many years, I saw myself as a victim—trapped in the stories of what had happened to me. As an abandoned child growing up in the slums of Bangkok, I sold food on the streets to survive, endured abuse in many forms, and battled feelings of worthlessness. I fell into self-created addictions, trying to escape a pain I did not yet understand.
Yet, none of that defines me. Every experience—no matter how painful—has become the foundation of the person I am today.
Through it all, my heart remained pure, unwavering, and determined, always guiding me toward something greater. I would not change a single moment of my past because every hardship led me to this truth: I am here to serve a higher purpose.
I now dedicate my life to teaching and sharing what I have learned—the ways in which we can transform the energy of pain into love, and how to see that even darkness is part of the divine process of becoming.
We are here to experience transformation—like a caterpillar dissolving before it becomes a butterfly. I have lived this transformation. I have witnessed the death of my old self and the birth of someone new.
You are powerful. You are unlimited. You are the creator of your own destiny.
It is my greatest honor to live and share this truth with you.
My life has been one of profound healing and rebirth.
I have battled chronic pain and life-threatening autoimmune diseases—Multiple Sclerosis, Celiac, IBS, severe anxiety, seizures, vertigo, and migraines. I have struggled through addiction to drugs and alcohol. Each challenge felt like an unrelenting storm, but my unyielding heart refused to surrender.
From the time I was diagnosed in 1992, my symptoms worsened, isolating me and leaving me feeling lost. As a single mother raising two children while juggling work and home, I carried the weight of illness alone. Each visit to the doctor left me with the same answer:
“There is nothing we can do. There is no cure. All we can do is manage each symptom as it comes.” I refused to accept that as my truth. If I had survived everything before this, then this—this was not going to break me. I reminded myself: Fear has two meanings—”Forget Everything And Run” or “Face Everything And Rise.” I chose to rise.
With gratitude for my higher self and my two beautiful children’s—who gave me a reason to live and fight —I confronted my fears, my panic attacks, my seizures, and every obstacle that stood in my way. Each time, I reminded myself:
“This is not how I want my children to tell the story of their mother when I am gone”. Again I refuse to be defined by what has happened to me. I am who I choose to become. And so are you.
My life has been one of profound healing and rebirth.
I have battled chronic pain and life-threatening autoimmune diseases—Multiple Sclerosis, Celiac, IBS, severe anxiety, seizures, vertigo, and migraines. I have struggled through addiction to drugs and alcohol. Each challenge felt like an unrelenting storm, but my unyielding heart refused to surrender.
From the time I was diagnosed in 1992, my symptoms worsened, isolating me and leaving me feeling lost. As a single mother raising two children while juggling work and home, I carried the weight of illness alone. Each visit to the doctor left me with the same answer:
“There is nothing we can do. There is no cure. All we can do is manage each symptom as it comes.” I refused to accept that as my truth. If I had survived everything before this, then this—this was not going to break me. I reminded myself: Fear has two meanings—”Forget Everything And Run” or “Face Everything And Rise.” I chose to rise.
With gratitude for my higher self and my two beautiful children’s—who gave me a reason to live and fight —I confronted my fears, my panic attacks, my seizures, and every obstacle that stood in my way. Each time, I reminded myself:
“This is not how I want my children to tell the story of their mother when I am gone”. Again I refuse to be defined by what has happened to me. I am who I choose to become. And so are you.
On March 22, 2021, at 4:44 p.m., my life changed forever. I faced the deepest of a mother’s fears.
A sudden shortness of breath, pain in my arms, a racing heart, and dizziness overtook me. At first, I thought it might be COVID. Seeking relief, I stepped outside, trusting nature to guide me as it always had.
Upon my return home, a knock at the door shattered my world. A police officer stood there, bearing the unimaginable: My son had committed suicide.
Two weeks later, during my walked, weak and lifeless, carrying grief with every step. As I wandered, my eyes fell upon a heart-shaped leaf resting on the ground. It was broken, yet it still held its perfect form—its edges intact, its essence untouched. Its beauty struck me, even in its imperfection.
I picked it up, something stirring deep within me. This is just like me, I thought. I am broken!
As I lifted the leaf toward the sun, a miraculous thing happened. Light poured through its cracks, transforming it into gold. And in that moment, I heard a voice—soft yet powerful, gentle yet unwavering—whisper to my heart:
“You are not broken. I am now within you. This is the only way.”
A profound stillness washed over me. I fell to my knees, overcome by a presence so vast, overwhelm with divine love, that I felt both broken and putting me back together like being reborn again in the same breath. My heart, once shattered, had been touched by the divine held, guided, and made whole in a way I could not comprehend.
Through every crack, through every trial, love flows from within. We are not meant to be perfect; we are meant to become—to let the light shine through our wounds, revealing the gold within us.
I now offer you the gift I have received—a connection to the infinite love that dwells within you, guiding you toward healing, toward wholeness. You are never broken. You are becoming.
On March 22, 2021, at 4:44 p.m., my life changed forever. I faced the deepest of a mother’s fears.
A sudden shortness of breath, pain in my arms, a racing heart, and dizziness overtook me. At first, I thought it might be COVID. Seeking relief, I stepped outside, trusting nature to guide me as it always had.
Upon my return home, a knock at the door shattered my world. A police officer stood there, bearing the unimaginable: My son had committed suicide.
Two weeks later, during my walked, weak and lifeless, carrying grief with every step. As I wandered, my eyes fell upon a heart-shaped leaf resting on the ground. It was broken, yet it still held its perfect form—its edges intact, its essence untouched. Its beauty struck me, even in its imperfection.
I picked it up, something stirring deep within me. This is just like me, I thought. I am broken!
As I lifted the leaf toward the sun, a miraculous thing happened. Light poured through its cracks, transforming it into gold. And in that moment, I heard a voice—soft yet powerful, gentle yet unwavering—whisper to my heart:
“You are not broken. I am now within you. This is the only way.”
A profound stillness washed over me. I fell to my knees, overcome by a presence so vast, overwhelm with divine love, that I felt both broken and putting me back together like being reborn again in the same breath. My heart, once shattered, had been touched by the divine held, guided, and made whole in a way I could not comprehend.
Through every crack, through every trial, love flows from within. We are not meant to be perfect; we are meant to become—to let the light shine through our wounds, revealing the gold within us.
I now offer you the gift I have received—a connection to the infinite love that dwells within you, guiding you toward healing, toward wholeness. You are never broken. You are becoming.
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