Shamanic Needles was technically founded by two people — me and a man who wasn’t cooked enough to stay in the loop. He helped spark it. I kept it alive. So now, it's just me. You're welcome.

I'm Ivana — sacred clown, tattoo witch, astrology rebel, chaos whisperer.
Shamanic Needles was never meant to be a business. It was a breakdown, a breakthrough, a burn-it-all-and-start-again moment wrapped in ink, sweat, and psychic visions.
Exes called me crazy. Clients call me a portal. You can call me whatever you want, just don’t call this normal.
I’m also writing a book, raw, illegal level honest, and anonymous (for obvious reasons). But at least I’m brave enough to say it out loud: I’m doing it.

This is a sanctuary for the real ones.
The ones who’ve survived things no bio can explain. The ones doing shadow work in ripped leggings, not monasteries.
The ones healing with memes, music, and middle fingers.

You’re not here by accident.
You’re in the loop now.