A few more deets of my story

On the outside, I looked like many others—just a young woman from a working-class neighborhood, figuring life out. But something shifted the day my high school Art teacher shared stories of his out-of-body experiences and explorations beyond time. I was blown away. His words cracked something open.

I remember thinking,

“Do we really have that potential? What is going on with our brains? Are there other realities beyond this one?" Are we more than I’ve been told?”

A doorway opened—one that would take me far beyond the walls of any classroom.

What began was not a career path, but a path of self-discovery.

I studied Psychology across Spain, Italy, and Ecuador—exploring everything from Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy to Gestalt, Psychoanalysis to Transpersonal work. Yet, even as I immersed myself in these systems, something deeper was already stirring.

In 2011, a solo journey to Peru changed everything.

Driven by a single question—

“How did native people meet suffering before western psychology existed? — I set out alone, not knowing that the land itself would begin to answer.

Between bustling markets and sacred sites… in long conversations with native and mestizo elders… and in moments of complete solitude, something cracked open.

I came face to face with raw nature, illness, the weight of ancestral choices—and the parts of myself I had long avoided. It was during this time that I sat with Mama Ayahuasca for the first time. And in that meeting there was no buffer, no distraction. Just the mirror of life, reflecting back everything I hadn’t yet met… and a direct recognition of the Oneness that had always been here.

In that honest meeting, the search deepened.

Over the years, teachers began to appear. Some in human form—elders, mentors, guides. Others in the form of plant medicines and ancient rituals. Each encounter was part of a mysterious unfolding. And although there were moments of clarity, insight, and even joy, I couldn’t yet make sense of it all.

Still, something greater seemed to be guiding my steps.

By 2012, I had arrived in Canada. Yoga and meditation became my anchors. I served my teachers sincerely, and yet… something still felt out of sync. I continued to find myself in relationships and choices that lacked depth—driven by the desire for what felt good, better, or simply different. There were moments of happiness, but also growing disillusionment. The swings between hope and despair grew wider… until everything collapsed. I was so fed up with everything I was doing—

Tired,

 confused, 

and unfulfilled, 

like looking up while sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Then, in 2022—right in the stillness and the hysteria of a global pandemic—everything changed again.

I came across a small booklet… and with it, the teachings of Eli Jaxon-Bear, Gangaji, and Papaji—rooted in the silence of Ramana Maharshi.

Something unspeakable happened. 

Not a belief or a philosophy, but a radical inner shift. A quiet, yet earth-shaking recognition.

“I discovered that I am not my mind—and yet, the mind is included.
I am not my emotions—and yet, they are included.
I am not this body—and yet, this body is included.
This was not a moment of learning, but of unmasking. A sober, emptying clarity.”

I no longer felt I was gaining anything. Instead, everything that once seemed real was tested—and stripped away. What remained was not a concept or identity, but something eternal: that which does not come and go.

“I see now that every step, every heartbreak, every teacher, was essential.
Not to accumulate knowledge, but to burn through illusion.
What brings me here is the quiet fire of devotion—
To give myself fully to That which cannot be named, but is always here.”

Why I Offer What I Offer

Over the years, while my only true interest was to stop cycles of shame and suffering, I also learned the skills of being a True Friend and therapist, as taught by my teacher and experienced Clinical Hypnotherapist, Eli Jaxon-Bear.

Eli’s unique approach blends the precision of Ericksonian Hypnosis with the ancient wisdom of the Enneagram of Character Fixation—and all of it is grounded in the silence of Being, as passed down from his teacher, Sri H. W. Poonja (Papaji) and Ramana Maharshi. This has become the foundation of my therapeutic work, and it continues to reveal itself as an elegant and profoundly compassionate way of meeting the suffering of the human heart.

And yet, the path reveals itself differently to every heart.

What flows through me today is not a method, but an offering born of embodied presence. These offerings take many forms—sometimes they look like 1:1 therapy or somatic plant medicine integration sessions, other times like yoga and sound baths, ceremonies, or deep immersions. They may weave in silence, inquiry, music, or ritual, depending on what’s called for in the moment. I love to sing—to let the voice move as medicine—and often, channeled songs or poetry arrive when the space is ripe. It’s not planned. It’s not performance. It’s a response to something deeper moving through the room.

Unum Space is the catalyst—the pot where all these offerings simmer, where the apparent “you” and “me” are invited to meet as One.

And this is what I care about most:

Supporting others in discovering what is already within them.

Not by bypassing what’s hard, or silencing the pain… but by going to the root of it.
By making space for the light that was never lost.

There’s no formula, only a deep trust in the intelligence of what’s here. I’ve witnessed again and again how, when we stop fixing and start listening, the heart knows what to do.

Which brings me to you.

If you’re reading this, perhaps something in you is stirring too.
Maybe you're at a threshold—ready to return home to yourself in a deeper way.

It truly fills my heart with joy to know there are ways

to meet the subconscious, to gently uproot illusionary issues

—and that I can be of service in this way.

This is what I am here for.

Whether it’s through one-on-one sessions, ceremonial spaces, voice, stillness, or breath,

I am here to walk beside you as a true-friend, a mirror, and a reminder of what cannot be broken.

Wholeheartedly,

Victoria