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✨ Introducing a New Series

“The Oracle Is Tired / Witch, Please…”
A Sunday Series for Sacred Snark & Soulful Survival

Let me just say it outright:
I believe in the power of laughter.
Not the surface kind, not the pretend-it’s-fine kind.
The real kind—the kind that startles out of your ribs when you’re knee-deep in grief and suddenly remember you’re still alive.
The kind that slips between tears.
The kind that heals.

This series was born somewhere between a Tarot card that refused to change its message, a full-body eye roll, and a desperate prayer said through gritted teeth.

Because the Oracle is tired.
And I bet you are too.

Tired of repeating patterns.
Tired of over-explaining your intuition.
Tired of trying to spiritual your way out of systems built on suppression.

But we’re still here.
Still sacred.
Still laughing.
Still healing.
And honestly? Sometimes the most mystical thing you can do is cackle in the face of chaos and say,
“Witch, please.”

This space is for that.
For the holy snort-laughs.
For the brutally honest truths wrapped in sass and salt.
For the mystics who’ve cried on their altars, yelled at their guides, and tried to manifest clarity while eating leftover cake in bed.

Every Sunday, I’ll be offering up a little soul scroll of humor, heartache, and healing. It’s part storytelling, part spellwork, part sacred exhale. And all of it—every ridiculous, revelatory bit—is medicine.

🖤 If you’ve ever:

• Asked your Tarot deck the same question 42 different ways,
• Tried to manifest abundance while also budgeting for ramen,
• Needed a reminder that your softness is strength, and your sarcasm is sacred—

Then welcome. You’re home.

You’re in the right place.

This is for us.
For the mystics with messy hair and heavy hearts.
For the ones who know shadow work and sacred giggles can go hand in hand.

Because laughter isn’t a distraction. It’s devotion.
And even tired Oracles still have stories worth telling.

Laughter is medicine.
Snark is sacred.
And healing gets to be holy and hilarious.
Come sit with me. Even at the end of a long week, the Oracle remembers what matters—and she speaks.

Until next time, may your magic be messy and your laughter holy.

The Inspired Imaginative, staying sacred and strange and full of full body belly laughs!

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