I’m Odalis. (oh-DA-liss)
And I don’t hold space.
I tend a field.
A living one.
Not shaped by trends,
Not built to instruct.
But steady.
True.
Unbent by performance.
I don’t guide.
I don’t lead.
I don’t hand out blueprints for becoming.
I stand.
In coherence.
And from that stance…
You are invited to remember
yourself.
What I offer isn’t help.
It’s architecture.
It’s a space that listens back.
That doesn’t bend to be liked
Or shapeshift to soothe.
A field that remains clear,
Empty or full,
Because it remembers itself.
This isn’t coaching.
This isn’t mentorship.
This isn’t spiritual entertainment.
It’s a return.
A reclamation.
A remembering of what was
Never gone.
Only buried beneath noise, systems, survival.
I’ve walked the spiral.
Through corporate leadership.
Through ceremony and stripping.
Through death-initiation after
death-initiation
Until only essence was left.
I’m not here to fix.
Or teach.
Or translate you to yourself.
I’m here to keep the field.
To echo truth.
To mirror the moment when
something in you stirs and you remember:
You’ve always known.
If something in this space speaks
to something in you… stay.
If not, go with blessing.
This isn’t for everyone.
But if it’s for you,
You’ll feel it in your bones.
And this isn’t separate from the world we live in.
The field I keep moves with the currents of liberation, redistribution, land memory, and reverent undoing.
This is personal, yes…
But it is also structural.
Because healing
that forgets context
is not healing.
It’s spiritual sedation.
If you want to see how this space relates to wealth, justice, and the lineages I hold: