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Eva-Essence, 127 Percy Street, Portland (2025)

10/10/2025

When at the threshold, we feel it with all the fibres of our ‘being’! Something much larger and deeper engages. A particular force field of immense possibilities gather and surround! ✨

✨Staying Engaged✨
It’s with a vision in the imaginal realm that we begin to lean into what is possible for us — what truly resonates with the new shape of our ‘being’ — and equally, what we can begin to dissipate and release from our experience that is not in reciprocity with all of who we are.

This new envisioned reality is slowly coming into being, for Eva-Essence, after many years of careful cultivation, tender maturation, watering of inspiration, and gentle cocooning.

We are at the final trimester of birthing — we ask you to be patient with us… 🙏💕

DUE TO THIS - WEBSITE AND EMAILS ARE CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE!

09/10/2025

‘Back so soon’ - I hear the whispers… linear time flew, while the Kairos time is gently humming me back to you…

I look forward to welcoming you — whether through psychotherapeutic lense, psychic/mediumship lense, or mentoring capacity — you will be cradled in a contained and sacred space at 127 Percy Street, Portland or virtually online.

Changes ahead! 🙏💕

🌿WE ARE MOVING —
After two decades of living in Victoria, our time here is coming to an end. We are thrilled to go travelling around Australia for the next two years, until we find somewhere warmer to nestle into.

If you are living in South West Victoria, this maybe the last chance to see me in person. Moving forward, I will be accessible virtually.

🌿SESSION PRICE CHANGES
After five years, there will be a small increase in session fees. My commitment has always been to offer work that is deeply caring, present, and at the leading edge of the field. To continue providing this level of support and to sustain the quality of care that I hold as essential, a price adjustment is needed.

I’m deeply grateful for your understanding and for the trust you place in this work.

🌿EMAIL
Lastly, my work email ivana@evaessence.com.au is currently unavailable. To get in touch regarding sessions please DM me here on Insta, FB or contact 0426877889

Stay tuned! More announcements ahead 🫣😘🫶

23/09/2025

“The Hanged Man” denotes a particular threshold crossing. When we experience a sense of ‘stuck-ness’ and an inability to move in any particular direction, know that ‘The Hanged Man’ has gotten a HOLD. He is there to invite you to look within, from multitude of perspectives, to understand what is truly being asked of you. Learning how to embrace this archetypal force as a teacher, ally, and a friend is most triggering. Because of its density, it can feel like falling through a quicksand - there is no other way but IN! The ability to tolerate this intensity can shake even the ‘the greatest of Gurus’ to the core. It is then right to say that its nature, at the core, is implicit. It demands a deeper enquire into the Self (notice the capital S); to the centre, into the CORE of your ‘being’. There is no hiding - it just is! Its purpose is to awaken (notice on the image the quintessential smile gently protruding and the glow of halo around the upside-down-head). Finding that sweet spot between discomfort and attunement; between tolerance of polarities that arise; between the intensity and numbness. It is the very threshold of Holding (no matter the outcome) is where a ‘third thing’ emerges that is of the ‘essence’.

🌿How are you with holding discomfort, tension, ‘not knowing’ and ‘not having all the answers’?

🌿How are you with just ‘being’, ‘observing’ without judgement… just noticing?

🌿What would it be like for you not to concern yourself with the opinions of others and stay loyal to your inner most guidance and wisdom?

🌿What would it be like for you to stay in the liminal space long enough, until it’s done teaching, until the very natural course of action is to shift into a new way of being?

14/09/2025

Sometimes in ‘stuckness’ the only way out is through. Through the mud and the muck and with that finding a way to take all that nourishment, pain and growth with you… for the new Self to integrate…

16/08/2025

I don’t have a life that’s perfects. I have a life that’s bruised; i have a life that’s living. It is not stationary, and I don’t keep it as such. I try not to control it too much, consume it in routines, and rigidify-it in consumption of what’s ’socially acceptable’. I have a life known, unknown, and a life becoming. I live in a world of contrasts and contradictions, I hold tension between the two to see what emerges. I don’t straighten the naturalness of my hair, the wrinkles on my face are adornments from the sacred trials in life. I certainly don’t hold assumptions to tell you a 5-ways-to-a-skin-care-routine, or what you should have for breakfast. I don’t breakdown steps of 9-ways-to-connect-to-spirit, or 6-ways-that-spirit-can-talk-to-you. I don’t believe in such rigidity and the truth is, if you enter into the organic-ness of a moment and of presence there are numinous and nuanced ways that the sacredness of the Soul can reveal itself to you. It’s the matter of staying alert and in surrendered state of being. 💕 Where you bleed - it’s sacred. “The wound is a womb” - Michael Meade.

12/08/2025

If we take a yarn 🧶, hold on to the beginning point (now) and let it roll out to the very beginning of time, where the domestication of cats🐈‍⬛ began. You see, it is believed that cats were domesticated by women, as far as the time goes in matrifocal cultures. Back when the ‘Great Mother’ was worshipped, honoured, and deeply known through all its cycles. Not just the Great Mother Archetype, but ‘The Great Mother’ in its Full presence and power — Life and Death — dating back to Neanderthaloid period, 200,000 B.C. When women would gather and create magic through painting and carving of Neolithic caves, pottery, food, herbalism, midwifery… yes, back in those days, women were known to be responsible for domestication of small animals, such as — CATS. Women built granaries and storehouses, some recessing into the ground. Cats were domesticated to protect granaries from rodents. Since time immemorial, cats held a very special relationship to women. They were regarded as familiars among European witches, and have been burned along side the prosecuted women, during the Witch Inquisition between 1560-1630. Cats were believed to have telepathic powers and are usually representing intuitive, instinctual Self, especially in the context of ‘feminine’ archetype.

08/08/2025

Today marks a day where my 3.5-year-old is officially having debates with me to hold her place in the world, question all things, and challenge authority.

I, for one, have told her few nights ago, in a very matter-of-fact’, unconscious way, to listen to me. She questioned - ‘Why?’
I thought it was absolutely — brilliant! This little person has the capacity to hold different states and to question — ALREADY?!

I certainly woke up to myself and confirmed; “Yes, you are right to question authority, and never stop doing it. But, as I’m your mum, I have your very best interest at heart. You will need to learn to debate in this house, and if your reason beats my well-meaning and at times experienced view, you can get your way. Get your story right beforehand.”

Today for lunch, I served her home-made pumpkin soup with a halved boiled egg, and a little sourdough with butter. I briefly went to check on Leo, sleeping. When I returned to the room, her gaze locked on mine, a cheeky grin protruding. I thought something strange was going on, my gaze traced to the plate - half an egg was missing. ‘There was no way she could’ve eaten it that quickly’, I thought. Just as I anticipated something more, I heard our cat chewing under the table, eating half boiled egg. ‘Aha’, I thought and said - “Anka, what’s this? Cat’s eating your egg?”

“I know mum but I’m just sharing my food. And, you know, I’m really proud our cat is eating proper food. It’s very healthy for him.” (Cuteness)

At that — I had to rest my case. I found myself dumbfounded and equally entertained with her ability to think for herself and argue her point, to a supremely sufficient standard, at 3.5-years-of-age. 😅

07/08/2025

“She is Star Goddess and 🕷️ spider woman; she weaves the luminous web that creates the universe. As Earth, the Great Planetary Spirit-Being, she germinates life within Her dark womb.” - The Great Cosmic Mother

Her face decorated with soft folding skin, gently framing her eyes and the luminous gaze. She stared at me with a dimply, endearing smile. I was 4 and can still recall this moment. Her seating place, in a corner of the room, grounding coffee in her lap. I can still recall the musky ol’ smell and the sound of her voice — my great, grandmother Anka.

So how do those seemingly distant memories still act so vividly as an imprint in my imagination? Not only that, but I’m still viscerally experiencing the inner warmth of her luminous gaze and her smile of pure love and divinity.

Fast forward 36 years on, different country. Elders are separated into “homes” to make the transition “easier”, (not sure for whom). Kids are placed in day care to be with other kids, without an elder to hold centre; to hold gaze of presence, lovingly, and to regulate and model to the infant/child. And yet, this vital arch of connection — Life-Death-Life— in the numinous web of relating is needed to complete itself. There is no “elder” in our culture and society — youth is valued — and there is a generational defect crisis existing of the aging trying to do anything possible to stay and look “young”. Leaning into the aging wisdom is frowned upon. We trade - necessity for convenience, family for work, effort for comfort, relationships for social media, intimacy for p**n, carbon body for silicon, spiritual direction for alcohol and drug distraction, and more recently Intuition for Artificial Intelligence.

I’m oscillating in the contrast. I’m attending to the frayed parts of the fabric, the lost parts, forgotten parts, parts that are devalued, frowned upon, pushed away, shamed parts, private parts, parts that are sacred and have a deeper meaning, ancient parts, archaic parts — these parts are living parts — I hold steady to my values — even if it means that I stand alone. 🕷️

27/07/2025

Metabolic Aliveness

I’ve swallowed a thousand years in one sitting
I’ve strung a thousand stings around my chest

My eyes are both glowing and vary
Whilst my aloneness is at bay

yet I’m here…
Threads are holding only lightly shedding way
Yet you are here…
reflected in me… as light as a silhouette

a song of hope with a thousand words
Echos in places to endure
stories told in sacred circles of a thousand ways to sail a boat

I’m done with what I need to take in
without breaking to a thousand pieces
a torch in front holding light
will shine through all my broken pieces

I heard once a story
A hummingbird comes to save us all
Yet in that story there is no glory
Only hope of a fragile soul

26/07/2025

Stories are as ancient as time itself. We all began as a story and we all leave a story behind. Stories are timeless and eternal, they live in an imaginal realm. Stories have a way of creeping in, they take on different shapes. Like pearls they get woven into the universal web. They take on the essence of the narrator expressing it. They can be folly, well-meaning, energetic, draining. Stories can colonise the world and populate the psyche. They can create wars and lead people to them. Stories can heal and collimate the psyche. They can nourish the starved. Stories are held in our very DNA 🧬. We are the stories we tell ourselves. A whole narrative that penetrates and orchestrates our very system. Inner landscapes of psyches are populated and colonised with imaginal stories, forces autonomous to who we are. Stories live. They are the bones to re-remembering who we are. They can be ancestral or archaic, fluid, and connective. Stories can be destructive and decomposing. They are fascia tissue to our internal ecology. Stories live in poetry, in dance, in our menstrual cycles, in art, in pottery, in the way our inner ecosystem regenerates and re-soils itself. At the very basic level, stories live in the narrative we feed ourselves everyday.

I for one, love listening to stories. I remember as a little girl, would go to neighbouring houses and spend afternoons listening to older women sharing their stories, while they were cooking. They would tell me of their lives. Their inner inhibitions, aspiration, marriage, early life at home. I felt so nourished by this.

Where do your stories live? What narrative sticks to you in a patterned way? What stories nourish you? What stories deplete you? Can you discern?

25/07/2025

Whilst on this journey of motherhood, as a woman you burn things off that are of fluid nature and not of necessity. Not in a destructive way but in a regenerative way, as a way of survival. Kids teach you so much — moments matter, your presence matters, your connection matters — they are the most important work! You come to realise that if you don’t do things straight away, the world won’t fall apart. Because your child is more important than that email, that post, that text message, that washing, that cleaning, those dishes…

Albeit in this very conundrum of things, true friends meet you there. We loved our afternoon at my very dear friends’ art studio - we paint, we connect, we laugh, we learn, we grow, and we have fun.

This moment captured by says so much and is very dear to me. Not only do we not get a chance to be photographed together (as I’m usually the one photographing) but the creative and natural way of our interaction feels potent and purifying, all at once.

To be a stay at home mum is a choice we’ve made. Not an easy choice but a conscious choice. It comes at a cost of tiredness, exhaustion, constant multitasking, negotiations with and between kids. But the priceless impact is - my kids are with their mother, they feel and are safe, protected, nurtured, nourished, seen, connected to the world around them in a healthy and adaptive way.

Sometimes the right thing isn’t what is most convenient and/or easy, but what is necessary for the most adaptive and optimal outcome.

30/05/2025

Yesterday we farewelled Miki as she departed to the other side. We were travelling and we just got back in time to spend few hours with her prior to her decent. We are still in shock as it all unravelled quite suddenly. During her final hours she was surrounded with her family and passed away in my arms, our faces touching.

For those of you that have known us - you’d remember that Miki was an extension of me. Whether you crossed paths with us at Ishka (and she was at work with me everyday, to the point where customers named her Mishka); or you’ve visited my private practice and classes in Warrnambool (and you were inevitably greeted by a hauling, grinning, boistreus husky). Either way you were captured by her deep innate wisdom, beauty and regal nature.

I am still not sure where to locate this experience internally but her presence is deeply missed and felt viscerally.

Rest in peace Miki - you are truly one of a kind and you are deeply loved and valued. 🙏💔💕
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