WHAT IS THIS PORTAL?
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A 21-Day sacred immersion soaked in sensual ritual and spellbound remembrance. You will not be learning-- you will be licking truth from your fingertips. You will not be "doing the work"-- you will be devotionally undressing every lie they taught you to call "self-love."Â This is a body prayer. Soul Seduction. A full-bodied, crown-on, thighs-parted return to the anointed ache inside you. This is where you stop healing yourself like a project... And start worshipping yourself like a prophecy!





 Inside the Portal, You Will Receive…
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-Audio Seductions – whispered miraculously,Â
majestically—each word a kiss from your future self.Â
-Frequency Crowning Codes – because your energy should walk in the door before your heels do.

- Embodiment Rituals – not just movement… but movement that remembers. That rewires. That resurrects.
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-Journaling Spells – questions that don’t just make you think, they make you quiver, cry, climax, and claim.
-Sacred Play Prompts – reignite your purring pleasure pathways and learn how to turn on the room without lifting a finger.
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You’ll wake up every day to a new sacred seduction…
And by day 21, you won’t even recognize the woman who used to beg to be seen.
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This Is For the Woman Who…
 • Listens when God speaks
 • Puts on perfume like prayer
 • Feeds herself chocolate like communion
 • Has dimmed her light for years and is ready to walk into the fire gloriously, gorgeously, guiltlessly
 • Has screamed in silence, cried in bathrooms, smiled when she was drowning—
and is now ready to rise like a sermon wrapped in silk
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More about me
"Before she could rise, she had to bury what was never meant for her to survive."
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Week One:Â
The Burial
This is the week she gets naked in the mirror of her soul. Where shame is not managed—it’s mourned. Where the “good girl” doesn’t get fixed—she gets a f*cking funeral.
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You will cry—ritually, reverently, ribbon-tied and raw.
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You will write the obituary for every version of you that begged for breadcrumbs.
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 You will walk yourself to the graveyard of your own martyrdom
—and leave flowers for the masks you no longer wear.
You don’t become HERgh by adding more.
You become HER by burning what isn’t you.
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You will not be reborn softly.
You will be buried boldly.
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Week 2:
The Becoming
“And then, she danced barefoot in her own becoming.”Â
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This is where the body speaks again.
Where joy stops being an idea and starts being a frequency that purrs from your hips.
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You’ll remember what it feels like to eat fruit like foreplay.
To laugh like a lightning strike.
To wear lingerie to the grocery store—just because God likes you draped in lace.
- You'll walk slower.
- Speak Softer.
- Say YES from your womb and mean it.
- You'll learn that play is spiritual, that pleasure is a portal, and that your intuition doesn't whisper--it howls when you stop ignoring her.
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 ÂThis isn’t about adding affirmations.
This is about seducing the sacred back into your everyday life.
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Week 3:
The Remembrance
“She didn’t change. She remembered.”
This is the coronation.
The crowning.
The kiss on the forehead from the future you who waited for this day.
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You are no longer reaching.
No longer performing.
No longer begging the mirror to reflect something back.
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You will wake up and know you’re her—
not because you earned it, but because you dropped everything that said you weren’t.
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You’ll wear white—not to be pure, but to be undeniable.
You’ll speak your boundaries like gospel.
You’ll leave rooms glowing in gold light and rose oil because you have become the sermon, the siren, the soft-centered sovereign.
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This is not about fixing yourself.
It’s about forgiving yourself for forgetting.
And then?
Walking back into your body like it’s a cathedral you built with every broken piece made holy.