This morning, I woke up with a heavy heart. My car is in the shop. Money is tight. And faith? Faith was doing the cha-cha on a tightrope. I could have stayed in that energy. Cried. Complained. Spiral. I've done it before. But not anymore. Inste...

If you're a kind person, you've probably asked yourself this question more times than you can count. Why are they so mean to me?What did I do wrong?Why do I keep attracting people who drain me, blame me, and punish me for setting boundaries? I've as...

May 1st. Y'all know what that means. My birthday is May 31st, which means this entire month belongs to ME. I'm showing out, stepping out, and shining tf down. No apologies. No holding back. No dimming my light for anybody's comfort. April threw dist...

Last night, I took an 8-hour psilocybin journey. No breaks. No soft landings. Just eight straight hours of visions, tears, laughter, and deep ancestral healing. And at the center of it all stood Baphomet. What I Actually Saw Let me be precise, becaus...

Spirit just dropped a gem on me: "My style of spellwork will slow walk ya down!" At first I laughed. Then I thought about it. You ever seen a horror movie where the final girl runs her ass off—dodging, climbing, hiding—only to turn around and see Ja...

It took me decades to get here. Decades of not knowing that tradition and religion were eating me alive—slowly, silently, successfully. I spent years trying to be the good wife. The good mother. The good sister. The good girlfriend. The good friend....

They never told me it would feel like this. They didn’t say that answering the ancestral call would make your skin feel electric and your soul feel ancient, all at once. They didn’t warn that “stepping into your power” would sometimes make you feel ...

Navigating the Moral Compass of Rootwork Without Karma You’re in the conjure shop of your mind, sorting herbs. On one shelf: Psalms for protection, vinegar for justice, red pepper for turning back harm. On another: the quiet, nagging thought—"If ...

A Spiritual Home in the Digital Wilderness In a world that often feels fragmented and fast, the need for sacred pause, collective intention, and personal connection to the Divine has never been greater. The Communal Altar Hour was born from this need...

Let’s talk about the money. The real, actual, hit-your-account money. I just got my third TikTok payout. $12.36. To some, that’s a coffee order. A cheap lunch. Trivial. To the old me, drowning in the noise of other people’s emergencies and my own fin...

And yes, I’m popping my shit. It’s time. They told me the weight would break me. They told me my kindness was weakness, my spiritual work was a hobby, and my heart was too big for my own good. They watched me navigate the valley—the betrayal of frie...

A journey to cut my hair became a profound conversation with my ancestor-mother, revealing that our hair is never just hair—it's a healing ground for generational legacy, pride, and sovereign love. For the past few weeks, I’ve been wrestling with my ...

It hits you in the car, in the quiet moment after you’ve dropped off your loved one. It hits you in the middle of the night, right before you open that final notice. It hits you in the doctor’s office waiting room. The wave. It’s not just stress. It’...

A powerful Facebook post draws a clear line between Hoodoo and Witchcraft. We explore this vital distinction and how my ancestors revealed my specific path as a "Mongo Witch" working within the Conjure tradition. A post crossed my path yesterday from...

You know those moments that feel a little too perfect to be a coincidence? The ones that give you full-body chills and a deep, unshakable knowing that you’re on the right path? I just had one. And it’s the kind of spiritual receipt I have to share.H...