This isn’t a reading.
It’s a reflection.
A mirror for the parts of you you’ve buried.
A voice for the truths you’ve silenced.
A portal into the version of you that’s always been waiting to be named.
What We Decode
Trauma imprints stored in your nervous system
Identity ruptures and survival strategies you’ve normalized
Shadow archetypes you're unconsciously living out
Your timeline fracture points & where your reclamation begins
Astro-somatic clues about how your body processes truth, collapse & visibility
The day the swamp rabbits ran toward me, I stopped running from myself.
Three times they came.
First to watch. Then to confirm.
And then—one ran directly to me.
I knew in that moment: the wild sees when a woman stops pretending.
That same week, I wrote "fuck the good girl act" on a mirror.
I burned it in ritual.
And I chose to let the woman who had survived die—so I could be born sacred.
Not safe.
Sacred.
I don’t offer services. I build altars.
I don’t sell ease. I sell initiation.
I don’t guide you back to who you were. I guide you into who you’ve always been.
My work is rooted in astro-somatic reclamation, nervous system sovereignty, and ritual collapse.
I weave trauma recovery with timeline sorcery.
I speak from the bones, not the branding guide.
I’m here to midwife your return—not to healing—but to raw remembrance.
You will scream here.
You will weep here.
You will rebuild from the wreckage—and not apologize for the fire it took to get there.
I am the Sacred Desecrator.
I am the Time Witch.
I am the threshold and the altar.
I walk with women through the holy dark.
I decode your chart, your body, and your shame until you remember:
You’re not broken. You’re bound.
And we unbind you through blood sermons, nervous system rituals, and resurrection business.
If you’re still reading this, something in you already remembers me.
And that means…
I remember you.