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This isn’t a healing space. It’s a remembering.
A digital altar for the wild ones—the mystics, the mothers, the mid-breakdown muses who turn shadow into gold.
I’m LALOCA — your favorite mirror and occasional trigger. Through unfiltered blog entries, potent podcast drops, deep 1:1 coaching, and energetic Kundalini Body-Work activations, I offer the tools, truths, and transmissions that cracked me open— so you can walk your own TRUTH with power, poetry, and beauty.
No dogma. No perfection. Just you, your nervous system, your chaos… and the frequency that wants to be born through it all.
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 dramatic - with a touch of holy chaos, cosmic timing, and just enough glitter to make magic happen.
Mexico City blood. New York taste. Tulum spirit.
I've lived a thousand lives in this one, and I'm definitely not here to tone it down. I'm here to tell the truth - the kind that lights the way back to yourself.
No fluff, no filter - just soul.
I write, speak, and create from the rawest place I know - where spirit meets story, and pain becomes art.
You can call me a coach, a mirror, a muse.
But really - I'm a woman that came back from her own fire. Who chose to stay, to feel, to live with her heart wide open.
My work is not a brand; it's a frequency.
A remembrance.
A spell to call yourself home.
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.
The notes app on my phone has become my sacred sidekick - in traffic, mid-flight, or somewhere between my fifteenth existencial crisis of the week. No edits. No overthinking. Just soul without strategy. Feeling without form.
This is where the truth comes out uninvited - messy, tender, and most of the times holy. This space is my refuge, my exhale, my release. And in sharing it with you, I hope you find pieces of yourself between the lines.
The Altar is not a shop - it's a magical, curated space.
every piece is chosen for it's vibrant frequency: objects, designs, and symbols that hold the power to shift energy and anchor you into body + soul.