KLIKNI ZA CELOTEN ZAPIS
Who Provides the CELOST Approach?
Lidija Muršek – mother of two children, wife, and homemaker. Since 2008, I have been a passionate explorer of the unseen, the intuitive, and the subtle dimensions of life that have given deeper meaning to my existence. I never truly felt at home within the limits of the five senses, so life led me to explore other dimensions of awareness and experience.
“Energy works for us” is a truth I have come to know through my own journey. Through personal experience, I discovered how working with frequencies can help transform depression, burnout, and low self-esteem. The feeling of not being good enough gradually gave way to a sense of freedom, ease, and inner confidence. The principles of frequency and energy that I understand intellectually are also deeply integrated into my daily life. Through various trainings and educational programs, I developed my own method and approach. Over the past year, together with Uroš, an energy therapist, I further refined and expanded this work, creating what we now call CELOST. CELOST is a space where we allow our multidimensional being to heal the wounds and experiences that have shaped our lives.
My experiences with my own children became a major turning point, helping me discover my true calling. Since 2021, I have been supporting mothers facing a wide range of challenges, including children’s health issues, behavioral difficulties, and heightened sensory sensitivity. My work helps mothers reconnect with themselves, their inner strength, and their vital energy, enabling them to understand and support their children in new and empowering ways.
We live in an age of overwhelming information, where unverified advice and conflicting opinions can often create confusion and even cause harm. Many mothers begin to feel that they are not good enough, not capable enough, or unable to fulfill their role as a mother in the way they desire. Yet despite external pressures and circumstances, there is always a path back to oneself—a path through which a mother can reclaim her responsibility, reconnect with her inner power, and restore her energy.
Personally, I believe that facing our emotions and inner struggles is the right path. When we have the proper support, there is no need to run away from them. At first, this may seem like the more difficult path, but in the end, it often proves to be the most authentic and ultimately the easiest one.
Paradise is not a place—it is a state of being.
Uroš Vavtar – A certified energy therapist and, at heart, an explorer of deeper truths about human beings, the body, and, above all, consciousness. My work is not based solely on intuition, but on a deep understanding of the human energetic system, established approaches, and consistent personal practice.
I am familiar with various energy healing protocols and understand the interconnectedness of the body, emotions, mind, and energy, as well as how imbalances on one level can be reflected on another. I use safe and well-established methods to help release blockages and support balance on the physical, emotional, and energetic levels. At the same time, I respect the fundamental principles of healing and work in alignment with natural laws, including the principle of karma. I continuously deepen my knowledge through personal practice and ongoing work with energy, enabling me to create a stable, safe, and supportive space where meaningful transformation can take place.
Each session is guided with intention, presence, and awareness, allowing you to receive exactly what you need in that particular moment.
My Approaches
In my work, I draw upon a variety of energy-based modalities, including:
These approaches support a process that works on the physical, emotional, energetic, and spiritual levels, with the aim of fostering a deeper connection between the body, mind, and inner sense of self. I believe that every person has the innate potential for balance, well-being, and inner peace. Sometimes, however, we need support, guidance, and a safe space in which we can truly open ourselves to that journey.
Based on many years of personal experience, exploration, and practical application, we have developed the CELOST Approach—a safe and supportive space designed to assist families, single parents, and their children. Due to its broad and holistic nature, it is also well suited for individuals without children who wish to cultivate greater inner stability, support, well-being, vitality, and a deeper sense of balance in their lives.
If you feel called to this journey, we invite you to book an introductory consultation or begin the CELOST process or contact us:
Lidija: 040-228-488 Uroš: 051-235-879
BLOG: Longing
Yearning Is the Greatest Enemy of Manifestation
There are countless approaches that promise to help us attract what we desire into our lives. To allow manifestation to happen. Many people have already tried countless techniques that simply do not work. Some may have spent a few euros—or even thousands—on these so-called truths. Manifestation has been familiar to me since childhood. One of my first remarkable memories was seeing a billboard with a snowboarder on it. At that time, snowboarding was not yet very popular where I lived, so it completely fascinated me. How could someone ride down snowy slopes on a single board with both feet strapped in? Our idols were skiers like Bojan Križaj and Mateja Svet. Out of nowhere, a thought crossed my mind: “I would like to snowboard too.” My parents did not provide everything my imagination came up with. I was not that kind of child. Yet I vividly remember casually mentioning this desire. It meant absolutely nothing to me. It was just another idea among many others, except this one did not seem realistic at all. And then we went to Austria. To buy a snowboard. Later, I pieced together all the elements of how this happened. It almost felt as though my parents wanted me to snowboard more than I did. Of course, I ended up riding that snowboard for the next ten years, and it was wonderful. Then again, during my teenage years, when we all had holiday crushes at the seaside, I would casually look around the beach and notice an attractive boy. By the evening, that same boy would somehow be sitting next to me. How was that possible? No words, no text messages, no stalking, no obsessive attempts to get noticed…
We can all probably find similar experiences in our own lives.
When we were young, we were more connected to ourselves than to our worries. The forces of life worked as they should. Then we entered a system that constantly tells us what we need to be happy, what we must do to be worthy. A whole collection of instructions and desires that are not even truly ours. And so we fell into yearning, striving, proving ourselves, and resisting the Force. The Force works ONLY when we are connected with ourselves. ONLY when we are unattached and when our desires are GENUINE.
Yearning, on the other hand, creates a sense of lack, powerlessness, and the belief that once something finally happens for us, then we will be saved. Then everything will be different, more beautiful, and better. This perspective places us in a state of helplessness and tightens a dangerous noose around our neck.
Yearning tells us that our external world must first change before we can feel empowered within ourselves. And so we find ourselves powerless, because we have no control over the outside world. Very often, a woman wants to influence her husband to become better, more attentive, more loving, and so on. Such an approach does not work because it is not rooted in truth. The woman remains in a state of powerlessness, developing a longing that has no healthy foundation, while the man moves into resistance. Of course, the opposite can also happen when a man tries to change a woman. When this path fails, exhausted partners often decide that divorce is their only remaining option.
Yet many of them manage, somewhere in the midst of their struggles, to hear a deeper truth. Yearning must be uprooted. It is a frequency, a force that cannot be removed through the mind alone. This force dominates much of the current world. Manipulation happens in many forms, clouding people’s minds, causing them to lose their values and their connection to reality. The question becomes: fight or flight? Do we fight the forces that do not support us and have flooded our lives, or do we run away from ourselves? The first choice is made by only a few. But that does not mean it is not the right one. While the masses follow images and influencers who play the role of victims, other shores are already emerging—places where there is no room for victimhood. My clients are always people who feel different, as though they do not belong in this world. They cannot find meaning or their place until we awaken it together.
The role of the victim is something natural. Everyone finds themselves in that position or state at some point, when life becomes too heavy. There is nothing wrong with that. It is simply important to know that we have a choice between different states of being and different frequencies.
When I thought about the snowboard, I genuinely did not care. I did not think about it every day. I did not build up a strong desire around it or make it the source of my fulfillment. I did not wrap myself in longing. I simply received it—with ease, without any effort to convince my parents.
There have been many such experiences in my life. But I also remember my first love. How much yearning I felt there. How many false beliefs I carried—that only through that relationship could I be happy, fulfilled, and saved. I was completely deluded. After high school, that seemingly perfect boy began experimenting with drugs. It was almost as though supportive forces were looking after me by ensuring that things did not work out between us and protecting me from that path. At the time, I could not see who he truly was. Even in high school, he was not really partner material, and yet I still longed for him. Yearning clouds the truth, clouds the mind, and destroys the bigger picture. It traps us in suffering, where manifestation completely shuts down. Whenever I listen to someone teaching manifestation, I first look at how that person lives. Do they truly have their life in order, or are they simply selling a theory that does not work in practice?
Unfortunately, there is plenty of theory and very little practice.
When a person comes into alignment with themselves, the vibration of lack disappears. Powerlessness disappears. The expectation that the outside world must change before we can be happy and fulfilled disappears. On paper, we all understand this and agree with it. Yet in practice, we still try to control the outside world. And how did I overcome yearning? Overcome is not really the right word. To shift frequencies, we need support from forces that guide us toward truth. Those forces were present. But that alone was not enough. The same forces also stirred up a situation in which I developed a strong desire for a very specific man. Because I recognized the feeling from my teenage years, I was able to remain clear-headed.
After all my experiences observing how pairing and attachment work within manifestation—both in my own life and with clients—I set that desired man aside and simply observed my feelings. The longing. The need. The belief that I had to have him. That I urgently needed him in order to be happy, fulfilled, and saved. That he was the only thing missing from my life. When I acknowledged those feelings, accepted them, and remained aware that they were arising from the vibration of yearning, powerlessness, and untruth, the vibration dissolved on its own. It lost its power, and in the very next moment I felt peace and freedom.
How does yearning affect children? Today’s world of abundance can be especially challenging for both parents and children. There is hardly enough room for all the toys, yet children often feel empty. They need more attention, bigger toys, and stronger stimulation. When the frequency of yearning is strong within a home, tension only increases. It is essential for a mother to bring supportive vibrations into the household. This becomes possible when she herself stops living in longing. When she enters a state of peace, the child naturally follows. A simple stick found in nature becomes an entire story. The child returns to imagination, returns to contentment. The need for constant parental attention falls away, as do restlessness, aggression, and deeper struggles.
This is how powerful the effects of lack-based vibrations can be on our children. And this is how simply they can be uprooted. Not by writing lists of what we want. Not by endlessly visualizing where we want to be. A single thought arising from our authentic self—a place where we feel worthy, peaceful, and fulfilled—allows us to forget our desire in the very next moment. And then, like a bolt from the blue, that small thought appears on our path, already realized. To me, this is manifestation in its truest sense. Everything must be in its proper place, and not even the slightest effort should be required for the most beautiful things and the right people to enter our lives. I have no doubt that something similar has happened to you as well, and that you would like to experience more of it in this effortless way.
Did you recognize yourself in these words?
If you are ready for positive change and genuine support that can help you leave your fears behind, awaken your inner strength, find peace, and create even better relationships with those around you, then do not ignore that feeling. Take the next step and discover what can truly help you.
Sign up for an Introductory Consultation or the CELOST Approach
BLOG: The Celost approach (The Wholeness) in life
Life often leads us away from the path we were meant to follow, so that one day, when we look back, we can do so with gratitude for discovering who we truly are. Once we reconnect with our authentic selves through that journey, it becomes difficult for anything—or anyone—to break us again. Every journey begins in early childhood, when our parents fulfill one of their most important roles: shaping our perspectives, values, wisdom, and decisions.
How we lose our inner balance is ultimately our own choice. A person who has never been broken has never truly lived. A person who never feels pain will never fully experience love. In the realm of duality, every emotion has its place and its purpose—until those emotions begin to imprison us.
Every mother who comes to see me carries a similar story. Wounded in her reproductive organs, wounded in the root chakra, and wounded by life itself. Because these unresolved wounds often manifest in our children, mothers eventually find themselves with little choice. At some point, they are called to look within, to untangle everything that has been suppressed, ignored, or left unseen. By the end of our sessions, every mother arrives at the same place—the place where it all began. A broken heart, unexpressed pain, and the deep belief that being profoundly hurt by someone somehow makes you less worthy.
I know my own story best, and it is not much different from the stories of others.
After the holidays, I came into the classroom (second year of high school) a few minutes after class had already started. Orange messy hair, chains around my combat boots, a black T-shirt, and worn-out black trousers.
All eyes turned towards me. I was a little shocked, and so were my classmates. As I walked towards my desk, I noticed a new face. A student repeating the year. He greeted me and laughed at my unusual appearance. I paid no attention. Nothing special about him. A few days later, he told me that I would fall in love with him after I snapped back that I preferred boys from a catalogue. Well-groomed, kind, handsome, respectful, and pleasant. I didn’t notice a single one of those qualities in him.
In our final year of high school, I did his tests for him. Once, my biology teacher even congratulated me because I had completed two different tests during one class. Mine for a grade of 4, his for a 3. Thankfully, the other teachers overlooked my abilities. Being in love knows no boundaries. When he wasn’t at school, my day felt empty. We spent time together outside school as well, and the feeling of him simply standing next to me was enough. And so we danced together at the graduation prom and, at the end of the school year, went to the seaside together. Before that came our first kiss, which I had waited three years for. All the other girls got their turn before me.
They say that those who wait eventually get what they are waiting for.
After a few days of apparent paradise, I was hit hard by reality. What exactly happened isn’t important at all. We were a climbing group on a climbing holiday. Everyone went home separately. He found a ride with some friends, while I drove home in my own car with another friend. If I had been driving alone, I would have cried on the way home. Instead, I packed my sadness into my bag together with my clothes and pretended to be strong. That was what I had always known how to do best.
To this day, I still don’t know what I did wrong. In the middle of the holiday, he closed himself off, moved out of our tent and into a hammock, started drinking the way people supposedly do on holiday, and one morning returned to the campsite with a broken head and bruised eyes. He wouldn’t talk. Since we weren’t a couple, I didn’t know or understand his behaviour.
After the holiday, he finally gathered the courage to invite me for a coffee. I happily rushed to the café. I can still vividly remember that moment. Full of expectations, I imagined how I would confess my love to him, but he beat me to it and said it had all been a mistake. I was in shock. I don’t remember the words that followed. When we walked out of the café, I was picking up my heart from the pavement. I didn’t cry. I simply picked it up, crushed and destroyed, and put it back where it belonged. I got it back. For three years, my heart had not been in its proper place.
As was common at that time, we suppressed our feelings and moved on. A few years later, after I had turned a new page, he came up to me and admitted that he had made a mistake. I felt nothing. Without saying a word, I simply turned back to my friends.
I moved on towards new adventures and took my pain with me. And it was precisely that pain that, over the years, spread through my body like weeds.
Another attempt at experimenting with my heart followed. According to studies, when a person experiences deep pain in love, the body unconsciously locks itself in order to protect us from similar experiences. Supposedly, this is why it becomes difficult to fall in love again. Of course, I gathered the courage to test this theory. I enjoy disproving expert findings.
The second attempt had even greater consequences. Emotionally unavailable men apparently counted as trophies for me. The more I chased after them and tried to prove myself, the more convinced I became that this was love. That I wasn’t good enough simply by being who I was. I had to give more of myself, go beyond my own limits—that was love.
By the time I turned thirty, I finally came to my senses and realised that love is not something you have to prove yourself worthy of. All the wrong men disappeared from my spectrum, and a new chapter began.
I can live perfectly well and build a relationship with someone who doesn’t test me every single day. Someone who isn’t so emotionally scattered that I have to take on the role of a therapist.
The pain settled down, and I thought I was safe. A partner who understands me, respects me, and feels me. A house, a dog, a fence, and a baby on the way.
My first childbirth was a complete disaster. Both my child and I were lucky to come out alive. Disconnected, injured, and both facing a new trial, we began fighting the world. The saying “calm mother, happy child” did not apply to us. In our case, it was a depressed, burnt-out mother and a sleep-deprived, nervous child who was hungry for his mother’s genuine attention and love.
Somehow we managed. We adapted and realised that the body can function even without sleep. Some mothers complete university, earn doctorates, and keep the house spotless. For me, the highlight of the day was being able to take a shower in peace.
After one year of agony, I turned to God. To the God who pushed my baby out instead of me, when my child had been stuck in the second stage of labour for five hours because the mother could not push him through her pain and her tense body. When the medical staff started walking in and out, whispering to one another with serious faces, and I had reached the end of my strength and my will to live, the two of us were born again. Maybe He gave me another chance so that I could tell you this: the father of your children is not to blame for your suffering and your helplessness.
Why do I know this? Because with most mothers, we eventually arrive at our first unsuccessful love. When I was twelve years old, a five-year-old little rascal told us that in your first love, you give your whole heart. Only then is the heart healthy, and only that is true love. Once the heart is broken, it never heals again. We looked at him in disbelief, but he had a much older brother who had told him that.
My child started sleeping. The energy healing began. Greater peace settled into our home, and my pelvis was ready for another birth. I was convinced that the second birth would not be so brutal. After a first birth like that, women usually don’t go through childbirth again. I did. Once again, naturally and without pain relief. The path had already been made. “The second baby just falls out,” they said. Well, in addition to another difficult labour, my second baby also broke my tailbone.
“So that she would finally understand that her pelvis is painful, blocked, and wounded on many different levels.”
And so we carried on with our lives. The children were extremely sensitive, both energetically and emotionally. So we chose strength. Emotional outbursts were replaced by calm behaviour. My partner was no longer the greatest enemy or the one to blame for all our problems because he wasn’t doing enough. And I looked at my pain from every possible angle. When I opened up all that clutter—some people even call it a gift—there came tears, memories of the pavement, disappointment that I had allowed something like that to happen, and anger at the impact my wounded body was having on my present life.
I am grateful for the support from beyond, the support that is greater than me. I can call it God, the Universe, the Force, or Unconditional Love. Whatever I choose to call it, what matters most is that it is able to heal the wounds we don’t even know we carry.
Not long ago, a mother called me. While searching for a new apartment, she realised that running away was not the solution. Instead of buying a new home, she bought herself a ticket back to herself. Together, we arrived at her first broken heart. The one from her teenage years, where her wound had, in a similar way, spread into her abdomen, leaving her no longer able to carry three corners of the house. Children with health and behavioural problems, an annoying partner, and a dark cloud hanging over her were replaced by healthy, emotionally stable children. Her partner remained the same (I am not a miracle worker), but the dark cloud was replaced by sunshine, brightness, and optimism.
Another mother is afraid of giving birth for the second time because her first birth was much like mine. Once again, we arrived at the subject of first love and the first disappointment with life.
There are many more stories like these, and every one of them has the same ending: returning to yourself, to your own strength, which we can reach when we allow the Force to heal our hearts.
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