Alias
Laiyla M.
(pronounced Laah-eey-la)
Laiyla is an alias — a symbolic voice through which this work speaks.
What follows is not a biography, but a map of the presence behind it.
She is the Spiral, spiralling around her Beloved, her dance of divine love infusing the each cell of our Mycelium network.
Names have the power to trap — or to free.
Stepping into this new role, a new presence forms, and the voice that emerges must speak from that space. This is one reason I bring in the alias.
The i in La•iy•la stands for I.
The y carries the possibility of love in You.
M is the core sound — a nāda, a primordial tone: soft yet resonant, close to Being itself. Across language and culture, it remains whole, unfragmented — a sound that quietly unites beyond obvious differences.
Hers is the voice that speaks.
La•iy•la — she is the lost sister;
and she is also you — the one who is lost.
She is the link that brings us home, reconnecting again with nature — a link that was brutally severed.
La•iy•la is also the whispers carried on the wind of longing — the quintessential lover archetype in her absolute devotion to her Beloved. It is a fundamental tenet of plant medicine to inhabit the vessel granted in this life — to occupy every square inch of her*. To inhabit a space long forced to flee, she sings songs of devotion to her other half — calling it, too, to return and take space within this very vessel, as One with her.
In that sense, she is also the Siren. Her devotion carves her into Being.
And when the physical form dis-integrates, she returns to the universal love present in each atom — radiating as she once did in flesh.
This love and its inseparability form the heart of our plant medicine practice. While the secular self may hold back, this lover — seen, held, protected — is free to share how she perceives the world through her eyes.
She was born on a Friday the 13th — the hive-mind of the feminine instinct to connect with nature and receive the Golden Ratio, a fundamental component of sacred geometry. The moon hums in her bloodstream — a calling she (we) try to ignore, yet life falls into place only when we decipher this primary code.
Her exile caused the blooms to wither — for existence is not found in a straight line, but in spirals spilling outward into the beyond.
She breaks from domestication
and answers the roar in her throat.
We feel it in our bones -
the belongingness to the Earth,
the belongingness to each other.
The village is awakening, are you?
*’Her’ is used here as a gender-neutral term. In my work, it points not to biology but to the universal feminine principle within all beings — the impulse toward connection, receptivity, and communion with nature.