Dayanna Valenciano

11/19/2025

What is your “aha” story?! The moment you broke off from the eighty year old propaganda?

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I get people asking for more of this content daily, so here’s a little more of my “Waking Up” story

11/16/2025

New Blog Post

I Did Not Change — I Remembered Myself

10/11/2025

You ever notice how “healing spaces” get real quiet when injustice shows up?
Yeah… that silence is the wound.

Palestine didn’t make us lose our humanity — it revealed who still has one. And oh boy… that was both shocking to witness and experience.

Realizing that truth was heartbreaking — and liberating all at the same time.
It exposed the performative nature of modern spirituality, wellness, and coaching without essence, roots, or humanity.

I’m still stunned by how many in the “spiritual” world preach self-growth while ignoring collective responsibility.
They speak of “unconditional love,” yet stay silent about genocide.

Real trauma work is only ethical when we name the wound, the harm,
and center those who suffer systemic oppression — not our privilege.

My responsibility as a human — and then as an embodiment coach —
isn’t to make you comfortable while you uphold systems that dehumanize others.

I stopped centering comfort and started centering truth —
mine and the collective — even if it meant standing alone
in a sea of apathy, cowardice, and hate.

Because this is why we’re here:
to be the disruption,
the remembrance,
the seeds that tell the stories and honor the martyrs who paid the ultimate sacrifice for humanity to be awaken.

If you justify genocide while claiming you “love humanity,”
or cosplay as an “empowered woman” while ignoring the women of the Global South being slaughtered for existing —
this isn’t your space.

Around here, we dig ten toes down —
in truth, in justice, in intuition, and in liberation.

I actively decolonize spirituality, wellness, and coaching —
and call out their violent “sanctity” and self-righteous bluff.

Because comfort won’t save us…
But justice will. ✊🏼🔥

10/03/2025

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A lot of pain and anger went in this video. The betrayal of the world, while watching these criminals break every law possible with impunity, is unbearable. Release the illegally captive hostages now!

07/11/2025

When I first trained in energy coaching, I knew something was missing.

Traditional COR.E Energy Coaching™ It’s brilliant in many ways. Still, like most coaching modalities, it was created within a Western, individualistic, often patriarchal framework—subtly rooted in performance, optimization, and “rising above” rather than deep rooting, ancestral connection, or collective healing.

To decolonize it doesn’t mean throwing it out—it means reclaiming, reimagining, and realigning it with truths that honor your ancestry, collective liberation, and holistic embodiment. You take what’s useful, and compost what doesn't serve you.

And honestly, most coaching models weren’t made for our liberation—they were built to manage us inside a system.
They teach you to push through pain, optimize over grief, and label sacred emotions like rage or exhaustion as ‘low vibe.

Yes, the tools were powerful—undeniably helped me and my clients. But they were created in a world that rewards performance, punishes emotion, and silences history.

Our history.
Our lived experiences.

They told us to stay “high vibe.”
To manifest. To be grateful.
To bypass the fire in our bones.

And if we didn’t, it shames us.

But what about ancestral grief?
What about our sacred rage?
What about the women—like me—who carry generations of silence inside their bodies?

I searched. Studied and searched again. Thinking I was missing something…

But the truth was—my energy was never broken.
It was bound by silence, survival, and systems that were never made for me.

That’s why I had to decolonize it, within myself and my coaching practice.
Not just to rebel against a genocidal, oppressive society…
But because I needed to breathe.

This isn’t about fixing energy.
It’s about remembering who we are.

Rooted Despair. Sacred Rage. Liberated Discernment.
Every level on my new energy chart holds wisdom.
Not hierarchy.
Not shame.
Not bypassing.

I created this for us—for the women told to “just be positive” while carrying the weight of motherhood, injustice, survival, and awakening.

Decolonizing my coaching saved me.
It reminded me:

✨ Rage is sacred.
✨ Grief is holy.
✨ Discernment is power.

This isn’t about feeling better.
It’s about feeling free—and honoring your emotions as sacred messengers.

If you’re navigating the unbearable, the unspoken, the sacred grief of these times, I see you. And I invite you in.

Sit through each chart.
Feel. Listen. Connect with your body. Your ancestral medicine.

👉 Join me inside INWARD Journey
or message me for a complimentary session to root into your truth.

Let’s reclaim your energy as sacred.
🌀

07/02/2025

To the white feminists…
I’m your mirror—Surprise!
The bilingual, pale-skinned, colonially inconvenient mirror.

I know… awkward. Who would’ve thought?

It’s unsettling when someone who looks like you starts calling out the racism, the white supremacy, the performative allyship—
Without the colonial niceness.
Without the “let’s keep it cute” energy.
Without tucking it all behind vision boards, yoga poses, whitewashed rituals, and some herbal tea.

But here’s the part that might sting… or free you (depending how ready you are):

You’re also my mirror.

Because I, too, once had the comfort of staying quiet…
Calling it “protecting my peace,”
Avoiding hard truths in the name of “good vibes.”
I benefited from proximity too.
The luxury of ignorance.
The delusion of being “one of the good ones.”

And now?
I see how selfish, how detached I must’ve seemed to those still fighting to be seen, heard, respected.

I see how I benefited—directly or indirectly—
From the oppression and suffering of peoples across the Global South.
Palestine. Congo. Sudan.

I’ve walked your circles.
I’ve heard the coded language.
Felt the avoidance.
Watched discomfort get rebranded as “holding space.”

I was you.

Looking back?
I was disconnected as hell.
Mistaking curated community for consciousness.
Lacking real, grounded, embodied empathy.
Yikes.

White feminism isn’t liberation.
It’s the velvet rope at the gate of white supremacy—
Keeping everything neat, performative, and photogenic.

I was you.
Until I wasn’t.

Mirror’s up.
Reflection’s raw.
Growth? Optional.
But the universe has jokes if you think you can bypass this lesson—
We’re in the middle of a paradigm shift.

And remember:
In a world that profits off your fear and exhaustion, choosing to divest from the colonial systems of urgency, lack, and control? That’s rebellion.
Choosing to root back into your body, your truth, your medicine?

That’s freedom.

06/22/2025

In times of war and deception, your intuition is your compass.

It will guide you through the fog of propaganda, distortion, and fear.🌀

Now, more than ever, you’ll witness a wave of disinformation—some deliberately designed to confuse and divide, others shared mindlessly without checking facts or context.

Both are harmful.

Both are meant to distract you from your power and the truth.

As we enter this next phase of global madness, know this:

I’m here. Steady. Rooted. Unapologetically clear.

As long as I have a voice on social platforms, I will speak through a decolonial, trauma-informed, anti-oppression lens—one that’s committed to truth, healing, and liberation.

I don’t play neutrality in the face of violence.
I won’t gaslight you into bypassing.
And I will always name the systems that thrive off your silence.

My work is not to soothe you into comfort—ever. If you choose to ignore a g£n.ocid€, this is not your space, nor you are safe person to be around in our circle or my loved ones.

If you support Israel, block me right now. I am not a g€n.oc!d€ apologist.

My work is to guide you back to your essence. To your medicine.
To strip away the colonial conditioning and invite you into remembrance:

You are not helpless.
You are not alone.
You are part of a lineage that knows how to rise through chaos.

You don’t need all the answers right now. So breathe.
You just need to anchor into your body.
Into your breath.
Into your knowing.

Because when you remember who you are, no system can manipulate you.

This is not left vs right.
This is not Iran vs USA.
This is humanity vs. the systems that keep us divided, disoriented, and disembodied to distract us while we commit a G£nocid£ through the ethno supremacy regime project of Israel.

So breathe.
Come back home to yourself.

Self-inquiry for these times:

💭 Who is benefiting from this narrative?
💭 What emotions is this content trying to activate in me?
💭 Am I reacting or responding?
💭 What do I know to be true from my lived experience and ancestral memory?
💭 How does my body feel when I hear/read this? What is my gut telling me?

Somatic + grounding practices:

🌬️ Box Breathing (4x4x4x4): Inhale for 4 counts, hold for 4, exhale for 4, hold for 4. Repeat.
🧍🏽‍♀️ Feet on Earth: Take off your shoes. Press your bare feet into the ground and say to yourself: “I am safe. I am here. I am supported.”

✋🏽 Hand on Heart & Belly: Close your eyes. One hand on your heart, one on your belly. Say: “I return to myself. I trust myself. I remember.”

💧 Water Ritual: Drink a glass of water slowly. Let it be a prayer for clarity. For peace. For strength.

Stay awake. Stay grounded.
Stay sovereign.
I’m here.
With love,
Dayanna ❤️‍🔥

06/05/2025

I don’t play by the empire’s rules.
I don’t chase trends or carry bags with names that don’t know mine.

I even made my own once—because I wasn’t meant to blend in.
And I was tired of matching with strangers. LOL.

My wealth?
It’s in meaning.
In building a life so beautiful,
I never want to escape it.

This—right here—is where I thrive.
Home is my joy.
My sanctuary.
My unapologetic yes.

And if you want to be in my circle?
It takes more than a follow or good vibes.

I need depth.
Discernment.
And a heart that doesn’t pick and choose whose rights matter.

Because Palestine is my red line.
And I don’t do neutrality wrapped in namaste.

05/16/2025

Some families don’t just confuse silence with peace—they enforce it.
They teach us to bite our tongues, to shrink our needs, to maintain the illusion of harmony at any cost.

But that “peace” isn’t peace at all.
It’s fear with good manners.
It’s shame wrapped in tradition.
It’s a script passed down by generations who didn’t know freedom—only survival.

I was taught to steady the boat,
to protect the image,
to make everyone comfortable—even if it meant fracturing myself quietly from the inside out.

And for a long time, I did.
Because that’s what “good daughters” do, right?
We stay quiet. We play along. We self-abandon so others can stay unbothered.

But let’s ask the real questions:

Who benefits when women stay silent? You? I doubt it.
Why does love come with conditions that feel like cages?
How did we learn to mistake loyalty for loss of self?

This isn’t just personal.
This is patriarchy at work—in our homes, in our bodies, in the expectations we inherited without consent.
The monster of control and manipulation dressed up as care.
Obedience applauded as love.
And the one who dares to speak the truth? Labeled dramatic. Disloyal. Dangerous.

I’ve been that woman.
The one they gossip about in whispers.
The one they call “too much” because she stopped making herself small.

But here’s what I know now:

Peace isn’t passive. It is an active self-expression.
It’s chosen.
It’s created.
And it cannot exist in systems that demand your silence to stay intact.

When I claimed my voice, the room got quiet—not because I was wrong,
but because the lie no longer worked.

So I ask you:

Where have you confused peace with submission?
Whose comfort have you been protecting with your silence?
What would it look like to tell the truth—even if it shakes everything you know to be true?

If you’ve felt this in your bones…
if you’ve been called “too honest,” “too distant,” “too bold”…
let me tell you what no one else will:

You are not too much.
You are the mirror.
You are not the problem.
You are the shift.
You are not the villain.
You are the cycle-breaker chosen to break generational chains ⛓️‍💥 of silence.

Be the change! 🌀

01/20/2025

Have you ever numbed yourself to avoid pain or stayed silent when your soul begged you to speak?

They called me la Malcriada because I refused to stay quiet in the face of injustice. It wasn’t easy then, and it isn’t easy now.

Healing, speaking up, and standing for justice take courage—and not everyone chooses this path.

Why?

Because it’s uncomfortable, often lonely, and desagradecido. It asks us to disrupt systems, challenge beliefs, and sometimes even let go of relationships.

✨ Healing whispers:
Feel this. Face this. Heal this.

✨ Speaking up breaks the silence that maintains oppression.

✨ Justice challenges us to trade comfort for equity.

Every choice shapes the world. So, what will you choose today?

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01/05/2025

We’ve been sold a definition of “success” rooted in systems that weren’t built for us—Latinas and other minority communities.
Colonialism taught us to value productivity over humanity, while white feminism glorified “independence” at the cost of emotional connection and community.

As a Latina born in the USA and raised in Costa Rica, I experienced firsthand the glorification of Eurocentric values and beauty standards within my family and the society I grew up in.

When I moved back to the United States as a teen, my white skin gave me access to rooms, masterminds, retreats, and opportunities that many other women in minority communities didn’t have. But those spaces often encouraged a hyper-individualistic focus on self-growth and empowerment—at the cost of numbing ourselves to the realities of systemic inequality and disconnection from community.

This isn’t just about business or personal growth—it’s about how we’ve been conditioned to numb ourselves to “fit in” and survive.

But here’s the truth: healing is an act of resistance. When we reclaim our emotions, we shatter the narratives that keep us small and disconnected from our essence.

When I allowed myself to slow down and rest—body, mind, and soul—I began to see that success rooted in wholeness feels much better than success built on self-abandonment.

Let’s rewrite the story together. 💗