Work Out Your Love Muscle

Friendly reminder here.  There are times when we wonder if anyone really loves us.  Ever feel that way?  We want to believe it, and yet there can be this little voice inside that tells us they really don’t.  It tells us that everyone out there has their own best interest in mind, that they’re only being nice, but when push comes to shove they’re just giving us lip service.

I’m here to tell you that getting a handle on that voice is totally an inside job.  There is absolutely nothing you can do to shut it up permanently, but you can certainly turn down the volume and add a new character.  The Self Love Queen, yes, that’s what I’m talkin’ about.

You see, if you begin practicing self-love, you start to notice it everywhere.  People respond to you differently.  Nice things happen.  You get bonus gifts from the universe and happy surprises. Dogs and babies flirt with you, and your popularity gets a major boost.

Think about it.  Why the hell would you like someone who doesn’t even like themselves?  Tough to do, right?!  Sure, you can like them a bit, pity them some, and even get your inner martyr stoked on saving them from their own self loathing, but do you really want to hang out with them much?  It’s depressing because no matter how much love you send their way, they cannot and will not soak it up.  A person who doesn’t love themselves can’t receive more love then they have their inner barometer set for.  It’s similar to water.  It seeks it’s own level.

That said, the most efficient way to love and be loved is to work out your self love muscles.  Practice doing nice things for yourself.  Force yourself to look in the mirror and deliver a genuine compliment.  If you can’t find anything right, then make it up until you can muster some belief about it.  Take some extra time caring for that precious body of yours and start feeding it some fresh, delicious food.  Drink more water.  Take a walk somewhere beautiful.

Give yourself a foot massage with some divinely scented lotion, and finally take a break and read that book you always wanted to read.  When someone gives you a compliment, just say thank you.  Mean it. Locate the place in your life where you feel short-changed and set about giving yourself more.  Whether it’s more friendship, more free time, more laughter, more sex, more gifts, more appreciation…find a way to have more until you feel filled up.  Then do it again.

The only way to receive more is to be a larger container for what you want to receive.  Start flexing those love muscles, my friend, and see what happens.  I’d love to hear about your experiences with this and how you opened your life to more love.

~Goddess Oceana

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Medicine In Your Yard?

 

It’s a little known fact that what grows in our yards is there to heal us. When I heard this for the first time, I was so excited that I scoured my yard for clues as to what herbs and weeds were showing up to help us, and could easily connect their healing properties to exactly what we needed.

Years ago we moved into an apartment house with a small hill in the back.  To my delight, the landlords didn’t use pesticides.  The hill was covered in plantain, a weed (herb) that most people try to get rid of to create an ultra uniform, grassy lawn.  The landlord’s child and my son were both suffering from different skin maladies at the time, and I knew that plantain was our ally.  Plantain knew it before I did because it was growing there in proliferation, ready to assist us.

I did what any shamanic plant medicine woman would do.  I gathered up my drum and sat with plantain and drummed.  Journeying with plantain gave me the instructions needed to create the perfect salve for healing the children’s skin afflictions.  With great respect and love, I picked the plantain leaves as directed, and created an infusion with oil from them.  Following the recipe given to me in my journey, I created a salve with the oil, some essential oils, beeswax from a local farm, and other healing ingredients.  This salve did the trick perfectly, and both children were relieved and healed.

Then someone at the local school got wind of my healing salve and asked me for a jar. She happened to have a daughter who suffered miserably with eczema that defied all medical treatments.  The salve I created was the one thing that healed her.  Go figure.

Such is the power of working with the earth, the plants and plant spirits, and the spirit world with respect and love.  A company could learn the chemical constituents of what was in that salve and copy the product, but I highly doubt it would be so effective.  When plants are measured down to their chemical properties and extracted into milligrams, they are no longer a whole unit.  They’re stripped of the full range of properties that make up the plant, and devoid of the plant spirit.  If the FDA insists on measuring quantity without individualized collaboration with the spirits of the plants, they will effectively strip away the essential nature of plant spirit medicine, and the profound healing that can take place. 

Years ago, my husband didn’t like the huge comfrey stalks what grew outside our basement door and mowed them down to the ground one day.  He didn’t understand my affection for all plants wild and unruly, and preferred a neat, uniform appearance.  Unfortunately, when he came home with broken ribs from a new karate class the next week, we had to call around to find friends with comfrey to make the poultices that relieved his pain and healed his ribs in record time. You see, comfrey knew before we did that my husband would need help and was graciously proliferating the back of the house.

 It’s possible for me to go to the doctor with an ailment and learn the diagnosis, come home and go out into my yard for clues as to what the deeper cause might be.  I’ve found strong connections between the dandelions and help with an immune system disorder. We have mint leaves along the whole side of the house that have celebrated summer picnics with us, healed tummy aches, and soothed headaches.  Nature has immense gifts and absolute magic awaiting us if we simply partner with her.

~Goddess Oceana

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Does Your Perfume Make You Sexy or Sick?

 

According to the ads you see in media, it does.  It smells good, or overwhelming, or subtle and delicious.  It could, however, be so pervasive that it makes people sick in the wake of your departure, grateful to find oxygen again so that they can breathe.

The whole point, however, is to evoke a response and leave the world feeling awed by your freshness or teetering with desire.  Is it the perfume that does this, or is it your confidence while wearing it, or is it the way you expressed yourself?  You’ll never know for certain, I imagine.

What it will not do is shift your aura, rock your chakras into balance, or heal deep-seated emotional scars.  Perfume won’t relieve stress, get you hot to trot, or to help you with easing grief over a lost loved one.  I’ve also never known it to relieve menstrual cramps or to release  old worn-out ways of being. Perfume is simply a chemical formula that mimics the physical scent of powerful healing plant properties.

It’s actually a bit toxic if you think about it.  Perfume is a combination of chemical compounds and artificial fragrances that can wreak havoc on one’s immune system, cause breathing difficulties over time, and trigger allergic responses.

Way back when I first began studying aromatherapy, I began to notice a strange response to the commercial perfumes I’d always used.  They didn’t smell as good anymore.  They began to smell like chemicals and I was amazed at how working with pure essential oils could train my nose so quickly.  The pure, natural scents of true plant essences is completely different from the artificial chemical fragrances on the market.  Once one is introduced to the finest, it is impossible to go back.  When an essential oil is one hundred percent pure, most people have no allergic responses to it whatsoever.  Interestingly, it is the chemicals in scents that cause adverse reactions.

I’ve been blending healing essential oil blends now for about 11 years and it never gets old.  The folks who use these incredible oils are always surprised at the subtlety and beauty of how they work.  An aphrodisiac blend truly does evoke passion on many levels.  Our sense of smell is the most primal of all senses, making essential oils a powerful modality for healing or enjoyment.

Healing sessions are deeply integrated with support of an essential oil blend, especially when it’s personalized.  The plant essences work on your energetic system, bringing holistic alignment,  The mind, body and soul are all affected, soothed, healed, and transformed.

From a shamanic perspective, essential oils are a plant spirit collaborative.  The essential oil is not just a sensory experience!  The spirit of each plant works with me when I’m blending, and they stay with the product to aid the person in healing.

It’s impossible in one article to go into the details of all that essential oils hold for healing.  This is a brief overview and a short introduction.  To really gain a sense of the magic and profound power of this healing modality, one need only use a blend that has been created by an expert shamanic aromatherapist.  The results speak for themselves.

 

~Goddess Oceana

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Why Have A Healing Session With Goddess Oceana?

If you find that you’re in a cycle of repeated patterns and are hitting a wall with frustration, chances are your energetic system is blocked or contracted.  This often happens as a result of trauma, mild or severe, or even simply because of our emotional and mental reactions to what we perceive to be anything other than love from an outside source.

If we’re hurt, our energy bodies contract, which can result in emotional, mental, physical, and spiritual manifestations of dis~ease over time.  The underlying cause is energetic, always.

In a healing session, I utilize a wide range of energetic modalities to locate and transmute the contracted energy.  Some of this energy can even be energy that isn’t ours, but has found a place in us to cling, and it can distort our natural way of being in ways that feel out of alignment with who we are. These energies are removed using a shamanic process called extraction, and they’re transmuted so that they can no longer affect us. 

How do these energies end up stuck to us in the first place?  When we have a physical or emotional shock or hurt, a part of our soul can fragment to protect us from the full force of the hurt.  This is called soul fragmentation.  This leaves a void in our energy body, which is automatically vulnerable to outside energies seeking a place to land.

In our culture, people are tended to by doctors and nurses if their bodies are wounded or ill.  Psychologists help to heal the mental and emotional bodies.  The spiritual, soul malady is neglected, however, and we are left to wonder why we never feel quite ourselves again, or why we are trying to fill the “void” with all manner of addictions.

Shamans have been addressing the whole person for millennia, and have effective and simple ways to bring a person into alignment so that often, something that is stubbornly refusing to heal with medication, counseling, or nutrition, is swiftly healed by a soul retrieval and integration, an extraction, and divination.

In my healing sessions, I use shamanic processes wherever I intuitively feel they are needed.  My sessions with people address their individual and unique needs accordingly, and so they’re not a one size fits all experience.  With thirty years of healing work in my medicine bag, I utilize what’s needed when it’s needed.

My gigantic medicine bag has years of mediumship abilities, psychometry, and psychic skills.  I use a pendulum to dowse as we work together, often clearing past, present, and future life misalignments and opening energy pathways with spiritual response therapy.  As an intuitive using clairvoyance, clairaudience, and clairsentience, I will scan someone’s field even from a distance intuitively to see where the blocks are in their system. 

A master coach of decades, I utilize my coaching skills to empower the inner knowing of my clients for a swift and catalytic shift in whatever area they are ready to shift.  This saves time, and money, not to mention the priceless gift of less suffering.

As a priestess, I call in sacred space, higher awareness, archangels, guides, and master teachers and ascended masters to hold the highest vibration possible for our work together. With my background as a white tantric yoga teacher, I have wisdom to draw from that is mystical and rare, which I can impart to assist in the support of your overall well-being.  A certified herbalist and aromatherapist, I also have the exquisite tools of the plant world at my fingertips should someone need a personalized essence to help them integrate as they are healing.

In essence, if you desire to finally heal or shift, and you want the very highest level healer available, you would do well to call on me.  There is no area of spiritual healing work I haven’t studied, and the spirit helpers I work with are the most powerful, loving guides and have worked with me over a multitude of lifetimes and dimensions.

Healing sessions can be done by phone or skype, and so distance is not a challenge.  If you’re finding you are facing some of the blocks that are up now for people in the shift of our planetary vibration, with the biggest personal growth opportunities of our times, message me for an appointment and give yourself a break.  You don’t need to suffer with this by yourself when help is right here.

Contact Oceana at goddessoceana@gmail.com with inquiries or to book your healing session.

Divinely Aromatic Organic Elixirs

I am beyond thrilled, my peeps!
For years I have whipped up yummilicious products in my kitchen for all manner of spiritual, physical, mental, and emotional healing. When I had cramps, I would blend together healing essential oils into drops that I could massage into my back and get relief.

When I wanted to smell divine, I would simply pull out my case of a kazillion organic essential oils and devote myself to creating something irresistable. When a friend had an issue, such as painfully dry cracked heels, I couldn’t help myself but would immediately set out to conjure up a balm of the most amazingly healing butters, oils, and essences that would conquer the malady…and it would work.

It truly didn’t occur to me that I might want to package and sell these items for quite some years. And when I did think of it, I couldn’t fathom the process of how to package, label or market said items. I didn’t want to bother with it. Content was I to bask in the auras of my herb garden, digging around, drumming in the fairies, journeying into the spirits of the plants to work with me to heal my loved ones.

I did, and still do enjoy taking clients for appointments to create personalized essential oil blends…a process that consists of sitting and talking for a while, taking notes, watching their auras change and shift, and indulging them in smelling all of the fabulous oils I have. The final step is where I blend a special little bottle full of oils that are specific to them, to their issues, to their noses…which aids and supports them through whatever they are going through in their lives at that time.
It’s a joy for me to do these sessions, and it is magical the way the oils work on such a subtle level and do their magical mysterious healing.

That said, the thought of bottling up scents and selling them to the public? I toyed with it for years, started and stopped and had hurdle after hurdle…until now. Finally I employed the support and knowledge of other women in business…entrepreneurs, if you will. Through trial and error, I’ve overcome many challenges, the most of which have been my self doubts.

Today, I am proud to announce that I have succeeded in packaging several of my favorite creations. I am continuing to move forward through my penchant for perfection and settle for less than perfect. They are good enough. They are actually supremely divine say my friends, but my ego will never admit it.
I offer to you the very first of my babies, with many more to follow soon. I am whipping up miracles in my kitchen daily, and brainstorming names.
Interested in a healing session with a personalized aromatherapy blend?  Email Goddess Oceana to schedule or to ask more questions at goddessoceana@gmail.com. If you live too far for an in person session, I work well over skype.

What’s Right With You?

Is there something right with me?  This is what I feel we could be asking.  It begs a whole different response from the universe. Too often I’ve heard the voice in my head asking what could be wrong with me.  Do you ever feel that way?  Do you feel that what’s going on around you seems so different from what you are experiencing that you start to think you just don’t fit in, you’re in the wrong place, from a different planet, or you’re simply clueless and can’t figure out this mysterious language everyone around you is speaking?

Lately, I’ve begun to see clues that reflect I’m not defective, but rather that those inner understandings were way, way ahead of their time.  People are suddenly saying things I was thinking years ago.  I feel affirmed.  I feel a bit disgusted that I didn’t believe in myself earlier. I’m wondering, actually, how long it will take them to start reflecting the things I’ve been intuiting more recently.  And I’ve been wondering how I can verbalize how I see things, what I’m feeling, and what it’s like for me now so I can head them off at the pass this time.

This is the beauty of healing and loving oneself.  I’m here to tell you that you can make this trip and it’s worth it.  You can begin to replace the question of what’s wrong with you, with finding ways to agree with the perfection and exquisite beauty of exactly who you are and how you are in every single moment.

You may have some deep conditioning around how bad you are when you get angry, because nice girls don’t do that.  Or perhaps you see all the ways you could have handled a situation better, and you’re busy getting down on yourself for not knowing better.  The truth is that we cannot know better until we know worse.  Only in researching and failing do we learn and improve.  What matters is how we frame what occurred into a story that empowers rather than diminishes us.

How could you possibly know what you didn’t know?  Maybe this is a good place to begin.  Find yourself right.  Have some mercy on the moment, on your humanity, on the you that deeply cares.  If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be so upset that you screwed up, or that you didn’t get it, or that you might have handled it a whole lot better.

Forgiving ourselves begins in a moment, when we can ask what’s right with us and give it a resounding ‘hell yeah’!  I offer the question now.  What’s right with you?

~Oceana LeBlanc is a transformational leader, women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman.

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Beginner’s Guide to Falling In Love With You

I want to really talk to you today.  I’ve been thinking so much about self-love and how women just work and please and caretake.  You know, even when I try to write some very basic tidbits on how to begin to indulge in self-care, I run into women who can’t even wrap their minds around a few minutes of self-indulgence.

Someone wrote to me the other day and she was saying she really wanted me to expand on this concept.  She said that if a woman is so deprived of self-love that she has isolated herself and never gets out, where in the world does she start?  I told her that the fastest way to begin was to eye gaze.

It sounds weird, right?!  Eye gazing.  Like, what the heck is that?  And how on earth do you do it with yourself?  It’s actually a tantric technique, and Rumi, that world renown phenomenal poet of divine love, used to become enlightened.  He spent a full year in a room with his teacher simply eye gazing.  He emerged an enlightened being and wrote poetry that to this day touches the hearts of millions.

I tell people to eye gaze because it was where I began my journey to self-love.  Thirty-some years ago I couldn’t look at my own eyes in the mirror for more than a few seconds.  It made me so uncomfortable that I literally could not bear it.  Today, I could do it endlessly, falling deeper and deeper into blissful communion with my Self.  My Self as in the Divine that lives within, the gentle creature that embodies this Self, the vulnerable sweetness of my innocence and the compassion that wells up when I really see me.

So, for today, please try to look into your own eyes, even for 60 seconds.  Allow the discomfort to rise, and see if you can stay with yourself for a few more seconds.  See the tenderness that others see when they look at you. See beyond the face and into the soul, where, if you keep up this practice daily, you will meet the Self that loves you utterly and completely.

~Oceana LeBlanc is a women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman

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Self Love Makes Lotsa Love Kittens

The more we love ourselves, the more love we’re able to receive and the more love we can pour onto the world freely.  If you do the math, you’ll end up finding that self love multiplies like bunnies and kittens.

A calculator cannot add up the exponential and radical profusion of miraculous ripples of good that reverberate into the ethers and bounce back.  No miracle shelter could begin to hold the colossal volume of overflowing goodness babies that proliferate the population when a being practices self love.

Giving without expectation of reward is only possible if one has mastered self love.  One who cannot love themselves fully is tethered energetically with invisible iron cords of non-release and prosperity constipation. Gifting doesn’t happen.  What happens is unspoken bartering, gift wrapped with a bow.  The poor sucker receiving this package is now under scrutiny.

This type of sad affair causes all manner of unappreciated gifts, unfulfilled expectations, and even some outright victimization, illnesses, and swampy nose dives of despair. Among other things, it’s just tight and contracted.  Ouch.  Love can barely squeeze in and love can barely squeeze out.  Suffering ensues.

The antidote for all of this is to do the unthinkable.  Overdose with self love lubricant.  It’s what society tells us is selfish, what mama taught us good girls don’t do, and what we feel like we should be hiding. We need to overdose, because we’re sorely lacking and because when one is malnourished, drastic measures are necessary.

We need high potency self love, pleasure breaks, bubble baths, treats, hugs, massages, laughter, happy movies, snuggling and cuddles, sweet smelling stuff, dancing wild, sleeping naked on satin sheets, crying in a pair of strong and loving arms, letting someone brush our hair, lounging around doing absolutely nothing while sipping expensive liquids, or what. ever. it. takes. We need sessions of proclaiming our gratitude for every single thing we see in the mirror from a hang nail to the curve of our cheek.

People, this is an international emergency.  Self love is the red cross of getting off the cross and caring for the only one that is right here in this moment.  You.

~Oceana LeBlanc is a transformational leader, women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman.

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Some Good News

I have some *good* news. You are love, lovely, loving beyond anything I could have imagined. Keep up the good work. I see you.

When the shit hits the fan, it’s you that shows up with paper towels and soap, rolling up your sleeves.  In the middle of the night, you’re there praying for the poor, lonely soul that weeps and longs.  When I fall down, you show up and help me up off my knees and ask if I’m okay.

In the midst of a life or death crisis, you blast out a call to the many in efforts to pull together and bring everything you’ve got. That time when I moved and we were so sick of eating pizza, you showed up out of nowhere with a huge pan of healthy dinner.  You even gave me the recipe.

When she was driving for seven hours alone, she passed your place and you invited her in, fed her, and opened your home with a clean place to rest her head.  As you said your goodbyes, you loaded her arms with gifts and smiles, and a great big bag of come back anytime.

That time when his best friend moved away, you stepped up without missing a beat.  You came to be my audience on my most nervous, scary first time and wrote the best review.  Someone called you crying in complete despair and you listened with so much love for a full hour until they were all better again.  You were sitting in your car the whole time but you never mentioned it.

You were one of the only ones to make time to visit him in the hospital, and you stayed longer when you realized no one else was showing up.  You stopped to pick up the trash in that public bathroom to make it nicer for the next person.  When you dished up dessert, you gave them the biggest pieces even though it was your favorite.

You were terrified, but you still went first because you knew they were terrified as well.  They said some really mean things to you, but you decided to see that it was their fear talking and responded with love.

I could go on forever, which is what’s so stunning.  There’s plenty of room here for you to fill in the blanks, my friend.  Suffice it to say that you are love, loving, and loved beyond measure.  Keep up that good work, because I so totally see you.

~Oceana Leblanc is a transformational leader, women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman.

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How Do You Wake Up?

Sometimes we are rudely awakened.  I had a spiritual teacher once who told me that the way people wake up from a deep sleep is generally the way they react in life.  She said that people who wake up angry are really pissed off, and people who wake up so sleepy they can barely awaken go through life half asleep or unconscious. Others who have a sunny disposition wake up happily.  Some people even wake up quickly and get to task, and some are so busy doing that they’re always sleepwalking.  Through the years I’ve remembered this and pondered it.  I don’t know if I believe it’s a hard and fast rule, and I certainly don’t believe that people never change, but there is some seed of truth to it that keeps bringing it back to consciousness.

In the past few days I’ve been watching all of the beautiful and ugly ways in which people awaken to tragedy.  For the most part, we are fortunate in the west for the ways in which we thrive, the privilege of creature comforts and enough to eat.  Wars don’t generally happen here in our yards.  At least not the obvious types of war.

There are other wars we engage in, though.  Another spiritual teacher I had for ten years had travelled extensively and done relief work in war-torn countries. In one place she was trying to teach and feed young children in a poverty-stricken preschool while they were  bombed daily.  She had lived through more than I could imagine.  I expressed to her how fortunate we were here and how I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t seem to get my act together in such seemingly privileged conditions.

I will never forget what she told me.  She said that the suffering in other countries was tangible, palpable, able to be seen with the eyes.  In the west, she said, she had never seen people this tormented mentally.  The suffering was hidden, and people can’t help what they cannot see. For her, the mental suffering of the people in the west was just as terrible as anything she had witnessed anywhere else.  The aspect of it that she felt was worse was that it was,  as she put it, a deep and invisible suffering that left a terrible void of spiritual despair.

This made such a deep impression on me that I have devoted my life to alleviating this kind of suffering.  Sometimes, I catch people in mid-suffering mode, and I make them laugh so hard that they don’t notice me injecting them with heavy doses of compassion and love. I do my best to teach people to love themselves, and I show them new places where they can perch mentally in order to see their own magnificence.  Other times I tiptoe around sleeping folks so as not to wake them up, because awakening them would surely bring on a worse suffering.  There are times when sleeping is, after all, better medicine.

In times like these, I just pour love straight onto wounds.  I don’t need to wake anyone because they’ve all heard the alarm, and I stand here praying while the universe reorganizes everything in a big scary blender of total chaos.  I pray for us to remember that deep inside we are all love no matter what the appearances will have us believe. I pray mostly for a world of compassion and peace, and that those waking up angry, confused, hurt, tortured, or insane will be held and rocked in such a safe blanket of love that their suffering melts completely and is replaced with wholeness and joy.  You may be thinking right now that I’m dreaming because this is a fantasy, but I’m actually wide awake and just plain stubborn. I refuse to hold any other vision than a world of peace and love.

~Oceana LeBlanc is a women’s empowerment coach, tantric yogini, and shaman.

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