Shaman Oreli

28/03/2025

Embracing Your Shadow to Move Forward
🔹 "You can’t escape a shadow by running from it. You have to make peace with it." – Sometimes, depression arises because we refuse to see ourselves fully—both our light and our darkness. Dare to face the parts of yourself you dislike. Acceptance is the first step toward freedom. What parts of yourself have you been trying to deny?

24/03/2025

Our Shadow and Depression – What Do We Refuse to See?
🔹 Our shadow contains everything we have denied or rejected about ourselves. Depression can be an invitation to confront these hidden parts: fears, anger, trauma, and unmet needs. We discover strength and authenticity if we look honestly into our shadow. What part of yourself have you hidden for too long?

23/03/2025

Abandonment: A Meeting with the Hidden Self
Where does abandonment come from? Perhaps we carry it with us from the very beginning. I’ve tried to understand it, to trace its roots, and for a long time, I blamed my parents, accusing them of abandoning me once, somewhere, in some forgotten moment. But now, I believe that abandonment is not just something that happens to us. Abandonment is built within us, growing silently when we begin to hide parts of ourselves when we deny who we are and cast ourselves into the shadows. And when I speak of “shadows,” I mean that hidden, vulnerable part of us that we reject and push into the darkness.

I remember. My mother once told me she didn’t like it when I cried, that it embarrassed her. And in that moment, one quiet afternoon, I decided within myself never to cry again. I buried that pain and the storm inside me. I disconnected from the tears and abandoned that fragile part of myself. And later, when he left me or when I failed, that part I had rejected so long ago had grown there, in the dark, like a plant that twists and turns without light.

And yes, I felt abandoned when he left me — profoundly abandoned — but the abandoned part of me was already there, waiting. When he left, he simply touched a wound that had been left unattended for years. And what did I do? I abandoned myself once again. How could I cry? How could I allow myself to feel the pain? I was always searching for solutions, and remedies. I even heard there’s something called a “tea of forgetting”... or maybe it was a type of therapy? I don’t know anymore. For me, abandonment has always felt like a situation with no way out.

And so, when I find no way out, I abandon myself. Ironically, exactly when I need myself the most. Everyone in my life seemed to do the same. Did they do it intentionally? I don’t know. But what I do know is that the world lives within me.

✨ But today, in the light of seeing how often I have abandoned myself, I choose something different. Today, I see it clearly. I connect with my emotions and I hold myself. I place something there, in that hollow feeling in my stomach — a pillar. The first pillar of a relationship with myself. And I finally understand that no labyrinth is without an exit. When I observe my mind, when I witness it with gentleness, I see that the barriers dissolve, and the labyrinth is no longer a labyrinth. Abandonment is no longer abandonment.

🌊 I am here with myself, just as I am. I allow myself to be scared, to be troubled, to be vulnerable. I allow myself not to find a solution or search for a shortcut or escape. I allow myself to feel the pain, I allow myself to cry, I allow myself to wander like a broken umbrella in the rain. I no longer want to hold myself together with force.

Today, I let myself scatter — like fine, white dust carried by the wind, into the horizon, into the sea. Because I am everywhere. I am part of the universe, part of nature. And that feeling of being scattered, of having my mind spread thin, has always frightened me. When I felt scattered, I would sit down and tell myself: Pull yourself together. Breathe. Gather yourself.

🌙 But today, I give myself permission to be scattered. To be chaotic, fiery, vulnerable, and... unfindable. Yes, unfindable. I’ve always used my mind as a meeting point — a landmark where I could return when I felt lost. “If you get lost, meet me here.” But today, I allow myself to be. Just as I am, without a landmark, without a goal, without searching, without trying to be something else.

I am. And that is enough. 🌸

22/03/2025

Depression is not our enemy but a messenger. When reality feels overwhelming, ask yourself: What is this state trying to tell me? Maybe you’ve been living too much according to others’ expectations, or perhaps you’ve been ignoring your inner truth. Instead of rejecting it, we can listen to depression as a signal for change. What have you discovered about yourself in difficult moments?

22/03/2025

Pain and Suffering: A Path to Healing
When we are children and we get hurt, pain is taken away by a mother’s kiss or a cold compress applied gently by a father. We are subtly taught that pain is a villain that must be chased away. We learn early that pain is bad, something to be avoided, something we must run from.

But in reality, separating ourselves from pain is what turns it into suffering. When we run away from what we feel and label our experiences as either “good” or “bad,” we distance ourselves from our own emotions. And pain that is rejected, unprocessed, doesn’t disappear. On the contrary, it grows — like a force that pushes back with the same intensity we use to resist it. It’s like a law of physics: what you resist, persists.

Why do we run from pain?
Because that’s how we were taught. A mother wants her child to feel no pain, and later, when we grow up, we rush to the doctor to take the pain away with a pill. And for a while, the pain goes away. But the great pains — the ones that gnaw at our souls or trouble our minds — don’t vanish so easily. They only go away by going through them.

🔍 How can we transcend pain?
To transcend means to go beyond — to get to the other side. And the only way is to stay with your pain, to look at it, to allow it to be. If you’re feeling pain now, whether physical or emotional, try this exercise:

Locate the pain. Where do you feel it? In your body or in your heart? If it’s emotional pain, try to sense where it lives — perhaps in your chest, your stomach, or your throat? It’s there, like a small being, an energy that wants to be seen.

Bring your attention to it. Don’t be afraid. Fear is what makes it grow and turns it into suffering. Just stay there, with it, in silence.

Allow yourself to feel. Whatever you feel, let it be. If you feel like crying, cry. If you feel anger or sadness, let them flow through you. Don’t run away. Don’t try to fill the void with TV, chores, or aimless distractions.

Look at the pain with the inner eye of your being. Be the silent witness of your own suffering. Pain needs attention to be integrated and accepted. In this process of acceptance, pain slowly begins to dissolve, like mist lifting in the morning.

✨ It’s simple, but not easy. It takes courage and patience to stay there, to embrace your pain without running. But when you do, when you allow yourself to feel, pain stops being an enemy. It becomes a teacher, a guide, a pathway to healing.

Where there is pain, there is also the key to liberation. You have the power to move beyond it. 🌸

20/03/2025

I remember that day as if it were yesterday.
Tears rolled down my cheeks, knotting in my beard, burning my skin like invisible threads tying me to the ground. I was writhing on the floor, lost in the incomprehensibility of that moment. Why did I have to stay at kindergarten? Why? My mother had nothing to do at home, yet her grave voice told me "I must."
I clung desperately to the hem of her skirt as if my life depended on it. My nails had twisted painfully into my flesh, and the crying... the crying was choking me. I looked out the window and saw the block where we lived. It was so close... and yet, she was leaving. What if she left and never came back? I started crying again, wailing, clinging to a fragile hope.

The teacher took me in her arms then. She was big, tall, with round breasts and a warm voice, much gentler than my mother's. She let me play with the big, beautiful dolls, the ones kept high on the shelves, just for decoration. That's when things started to feel better. Paulina appeared in my life like a ray of sunlight on a cold morning. She had small, delicate fingers, like tiny perfume bottles from a fairy-tale world. When I was sad, she let me touch them, and the warmth of her hands calmed me.

I started to enjoy kindergarten. Almost to the point where I didn't mind when my mother left me there. I had my teacher with her kind voice and comforting embrace. I had Paulina, with her glass-like fingers and a smile like a jar of raspberry jam. Sweet... sweet like raspberries that burst gently against the roof of your mouth.

And then... the emptiness came.
The teacher left for another city. Paulina disappeared too, as if she had gone to the land of fairies. The emptiness settled over me, cold and heavy. It felt as if someone was stitching together pieces of life for everyone, but when it was my turn, they cut from the fabric and left me with emptiness. Always an ending. Always a void.

That’s how it’s always been.
When I was fired from the job that paid my rent, I stared into the void and told myself I would start over. I had been fair, I had worked hard, I had done nothing wrong, but the emptiness came again. Like a train arriving at a deserted platform, taking everything I held dear with it. And I was left standing there, alone, watching the silence that remained.

It was the same in college. I tried so hard to be liked, to do everything right, to avoid being rejected and treated unfairly again. And yet, that’s precisely where I found myself. I struggled for two years without understanding why the absurd kept haunting me and why Kafka's fate was trapping me in its web of senselessness.

The emptiness returned to my recent job as well.
I had always separated myself from any group as if to prove that my belief was true: life is unfair. I stood on the sidelines, convinced that people didn't understand my world. In my world, people carry their fragrance at their fingertips. I tried to avoid the collapse. I even sent compliments in emails, hoping to change the course of fate. But yesterday, suddenly, the train of emptiness arrived again. I was fired. Without reason.

And then, I understood.
I went back to that day in my childhood when my mother left and left me with that immense void. It wasn’t just about my mother. It was about losing my teacher, about losing Paulina, about those tiny perfume bottles I never got to smell. It was about always being left with the feeling that something was missing.

I had lived my whole life as if the emptiness was inevitable. As if I was destined to always draw the short straw. And I kept building my life around this belief. I proved to myself, again and again, that life is unfair and that the world would reject me. But...

Who is the world?
The world lives within me.

Today, I understand.
I no longer have to carry the burden of that void. I don't need to keep proving that life is unfair.
💔 I have to heal the emptiness.
💞 I have to fill it with self-love.

I tell myself now, with a clear voice:
✨ I deserve the fullness and fragrance of life.
✨ I deserve everything good and beautiful because I am enough just as I am.

Letting go of the fight with life doesn't mean defeat. It means returning to the life within me. And within me, emptiness can become wholeness.

And maybe, in some way, Paulina’s perfume still lingers.

18/03/2025

The Museum of Broken Relationships – Healing Through Reflection

Today, I read an article about a museum in Zagreb, an innovative idea born from the pain of two artists who parted ways but had the wisdom to transform the end of their story into a healing beginning for others. Together, they created the Museum of Broken Relationships, a place where people donate objects that bear the imprint of their breakups. Visitors, in turn, find revealing stories—fragments of the soul that help them let go of relationships or accept the inevitable ruptures of life.

I thought about how powerful the act of reflection is. Sometimes, we can’t clearly see what’s happening within us until we recognize ourselves in someone else’s story. When we feel the pain of others, our own wounds begin to surface. In the face of a breakup, we are often prisoners of our own pain, unable to see beyond it. But reflection—that silent understanding—shows us that we are not alone.

I remember a day in my therapy practice. A client came in, speechless. She couldn’t talk. Her husband hadn’t physically left her, but one night, at midnight, he came home with his mistress. He told her the woman was a refugee and that she would be living with them. Her voice was silenced then. But she had the strength to refuse. When she came to me, she wrote her story on a piece of paper and handed it to me with trembling hands.

Paradoxically, at that moment, I was also going through a painful breakup. I had lost my inner voice. The voice that told me who I was, what I wanted, what I deserved. That voice went silent for me too, but I found it again only years later. The impact that this client had on me was overwhelming and healing at the same time. I realized then that she needed more than words—she needed someone to hold her pain, to contain it, to support her until she could slowly reclaim her own voice.

The Museum of Broken Relationships is such a place of containment and reflection. Those who come here don’t just donate objects; they offer a part of their story. And those who witness them find pieces of themselves, heal their wounds, and learn that a breakup is not the end. It’s merely a threshold to a new version of themselves.

The Story of Loss and Rediscovery

If I were to donate something to this museum, I would choose a silver pendant, shaped like a tiny purse, which I received from my former husband back when we were just lovers. Inside it was a delicate heart, a symbol of our love. Years later, I lost it in the ocean while swimming somewhere off the coast of Portugal.

My lover at the time was terribly upset. I remember his look of reproach, as if losing that heart was a premonition of something much deeper.

But looking back now, that loss was a far more powerful symbol than I realized at the time. My little heart, carried away by the waves, returned to the ocean. It was a symbolic act of returning home—to the source of life, to the vastness of emotions and the unknown. I understood, much later, that that loss was not an accident. It was a call toward liberation.

Loss and rediscovery always go hand in hand. Life gives and takes, and in this balance, it teaches us to let go of what no longer serves us. In the endless ocean of existence, we are ephemeral yet essential. Our stories dissolve into this ocean and influence everything around us. Because, in the ocean, there is no good or bad. There is only water that carries the energy of our stories.

The Journey of Healing – A Return to Ourselves

When you go through a breakup, it’s easy to believe that everything is over. That you’ve lost yourself, that you are no longer whole. But, in fact, a breakup is a call toward authenticity. It’s a signal that something is no longer in balance in your life.

Maybe you don’t love yourself enough. Maybe you’ve always put others first and forgotten about yourself. Maybe the relationship you just left showed you that authentic love cannot exist on the outside if there is no love within.

Or maybe the relationship you’re afraid to leave is showing you the wall you’ve built around your heart, out of fear of being hurt again. Perhaps it’s revealing your inner strength or calling you to acknowledge the vulnerability you’ve hidden for so long.

A breakup is not a defeat. It’s an initiation, a rite of passage toward a deeper version of yourself. The relationships in our lives are not random. They come to show us parts of ourselves that we need to see, accept, and sometimes, heal.

My Divorce – A Journey Into My Shadow

My divorce revealed the darkest parts of my soul. The shadow within me that I had avoided. It showed me that I didn’t truly love myself and that I found my worth only in success, achievements, and the approval of others. The vulnerable part, the part that couldn’t and didn’t know how to fight, I had denied.

I learned that I cannot truly love myself until I embrace my shadow. I understood that light and darkness are not separate. They are two sides of the same coin. I learned that I cannot live only in the light and that, to reach authentic love, I must accept that hatred, fear, and pain are also part of me.

Your Story – What Would You Donate?

If you went to the Museum of Broken Relationships, what would you donate as a symbol of your breakup? How has that breakup changed your life? What new branches have grown since then, or how many branches have you pruned from the living tree that is you?

If you feel sharing your story would be healing, I invite you to let it be known. You could even include a photo of the object you would want to donate as a symbol of your breakup.

For me, losing that little heart in the ocean was not an ending but a return home. Now, that silver pendant is just an empty symbol, with no intrinsic connection to my heart. The empty space left by that heart has been filled with compassion and love for myself.

What’s your story? 💙

17/03/2025

"Depression is not your enemy—it’s a message. A signal that something in your life needs attention, a call to pause, reflect, and realign. It often appears when you’re living by someone else’s expectations, climbing a hill that isn’t yours, or carrying a weight that was never meant for you.
Sometimes, depression feels like being stuck in a loop of thoughts, reliving memories, searching for answers but never moving forward. Other times, it’s the absence of joy, a quiet whisper telling you that change is needed.
But here’s the truth: with every struggle comes a hidden key. Depression isn’t just darkness—it’s an invitation. An invitation to face your shadow, to listen to your soul, to take back your power.
So ask yourself: Is your depression a problem to fix or a journey to your true self? 💙"

17/03/2025

3 Signs You Might Be Struggling with Depression 😞💭
1️⃣ Emotional Numbness – You feel empty, detached, or lose interest in things you once loved.
2️⃣ Constant Exhaustion – You still feel drained no matter how much you sleep.
3️⃣ Negative Thoughts – Self-doubt, guilt, or hopelessness that won’t go away.
💡 You're not alone. Reach out. Help is available. ❤️

06/03/2025

24/02/2025

Working with clients is about opening doors to new possibilities and perspectives. The Laika teach that we engage with life through four perceptual levels, each linked to an archetype, a chakra, and an aspect of our energetic being.

Jaguar, the guardian of the West, represents the mind—the space of thoughts, beliefs, and transformation. When a client is stuck in old patterns, jaguar energy helps them shift their perception, revealing new choices and pathways. It invites them to move beyond limitations, and to see challenges not as obstacles but as opportunities for growth.

In sessions, I guide clients to explore the deeper messages behind their emotions and physical experiences. A headache might be more than just pain—it could be a sign of unspoken stress, repressed emotions, or energy imbalance. Instead of suppressing discomfort, we listen to it, allowing it to reveal the next step toward healing.

Jaguar brings the power of insight and sudden change. Just as it moves swiftly in nature, one realization can dissolve years of struggle, creating space for something new. Working with this energy allows clients to release what no longer serves them, step into their power, and embrace a life of balance and possibility.

23/02/2025

🌿 Finding Herself Again: A Healing Journey 🌿

I recently received an email from a client, T., who felt completely lost—not just as a woman, but as a human being. As a mother of three, she was trying to juggle everything—her home, job, and children—but in the process, she lost herself.

When we feel like there's no time for ourselves, the first step is to ask: What am I holding onto with all my energy? As women, especially as mothers, we often form deep attachments to our past stories. For T., the key was closing those old chapters, one by one, and realizing she had lost her connection to Mother Earth. She was living entirely in her mind, disconnected from her body and soul.

Through our work together, she learned to shift from thinking about her past to accepting it and transcending it. She discovered that emotions were not her enemy but her guide. With my help, she found balance and, most importantly, she found herself again.

✨ The shaman is just a guide—the miracle is you. ✨

💬 If you’re ready to reconnect with yourself, message me to begin your healing journey. 🌿💛

19/02/2025

🌿 Healing & Transformation 🌿
"Sometimes, when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place." – Unknown

Life has a way of breaking us open so that we can step into our true power. Every challenge, every painful moment, every time you thought you wouldn’t make it—those were the moments shaping you into who you are today. 🌱✨

💭 What’s one challenge that helped you grow the most? Share in the comments—I’d love to hear your story! 💙

16/02/2025

"Mother Nature is the great storyteller of our lives. Through storms and sunshine, she weaves lessons into our journey, creating space for growth, transformation, and miracles. Every challenge is a whisper from her, guiding us toward our highest path. Trust her rhythm, embrace her wisdom, and watch as she unfolds magic in your life. ✨🌿 "