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This isn’t a healing space. It’s a remembering.
A digital altar for the ones that feel deeply and burn beautifully —the mystics, the mothers, the artist who turn shadow into gold.
I’m LALOCA — your favorite mirror and occasional trigger. Through raw words, sonic rituals, and somatic portals, I translate the language of the body and the cosmic, conscious field.
From The Shadow Room (deep coaching) to Hot in Palo Santo (podcast), everything I create lives at the intersection of energy, emotion and embodiment - where the nervous system meets the quantum.
No dogma. No perfection. Just resonance, regulation, and remembrance. You don't come here to fix yourself - you come here to feel yourself into truth.
Come home to the most magnetic version of self*.
It’s not always pretty. But it’s always sacred.
Burn gently. Rise fully.
Sagittarius sun, Gemini moon, Pluto in Scorpio.
I came in wired for transformation - dramatic with a touch of holy chaos, cosmic timing, and just enough glitter to make magic happen.
Mexico City blood. New York taste. Ocean spirit.
I've lived a thousand lives in this one, and I'm definitely not here to tone it down. I'm here to translate the space between - where the quantum meets the nervous system, where shadow becomes signal, and where truth lands in the body.
My work isn't self-help. It's self-remembrance.
It's for the ones who are ready to let their nervous system hold what their soul came here to live. I hold spaces that bridge the mystical and the somatic. Not to escape the human experience, but to inhabit it fully.
No fluff. No filters. Just divine energy, truth, and embodiment.
If you've been teaching for something real - you've found it.
Welcome home.
- where the sacred gets physical -
A curated universe of one-of-a-kind pieces that hold the energy of absolute magic and embodied luxury. It is not 'merch'.
It's frequency in form.
Each object - whether it's a beautiful shell, a reformed garment, a hand carved altar piece or golden cuffs - carries energy, story and ritual.
Santo Desmadre. The space where chaos turns into a ritual.
Welcome to the part the portal that lights a match, not just sage - it's a confessional altar for the high-functioning healers, the soft-core mystics, and the glamorously untamed.
If you've ever cried in the shower, pulled a tarot card mid- meltdown, or healed a wound while wearing designer sunglasses...You're home.
