Meet the Pantheon
This isn’t your grandmother’s divine feminine.
These are the ones with audacity, trauma, and a plan.
They’re sacred, sure—but they also talk back.
Get comfortable. Some of them bite.
The Mermaid Who Ghosted You
She swam off without closure. You’re welcome.
She’s deep, dreamy, and dangerously allergic to clinginess.
If she disappears mid-conversation, she’s probably communing with her intuition—or just needed a salt bath.
Healing? Absolutely. Explaining herself? Never.
Sekhmet
Sacred fire doesn’t whisper.
Part goddess, part apocalypse in eyeliner, Sekhmet burns through illusion like incense in a rage.
She doesn’t do people-pleasing. She does justice.
When your boundaries need teeth, she’s the one handing you the fang.
The Oracle of Eye Rolls
She knew you’d get here. She’s been waiting.
Sipping tea laced with clairvoyance and sarcasm, the Oracle sees through your patterns—then dares you to outgrow them.
She’s the friend who hands you a pen and says, “Let’s not pretend you haven’t been dodging this.”
She’s blunt. And divine.
The Mermaid Who Ghosted You
She swam off without closure. You’re welcome.
She’s deep, dreamy, and dangerously allergic to clinginess.
If she disappears mid-conversation, she’s probably communing with her intuition—or just needed a salt bath.
Healing? Absolutely. Explaining herself? Never.
Sekhmet
Sacred fire doesn’t whisper.
Part goddess, part apocalypse in eyeliner, Sekhmet burns through illusion like incense in a rage.
She doesn’t do people-pleasing. She does justice.
When your boundaries need teeth, she’s the one handing you the fang.
The Oracle of Eye Rolls
She knew you’d get here. She’s been waiting.
Sipping tea laced with clairvoyance and sarcasm, the Oracle sees through your patterns—then dares you to outgrow them.
She’s the friend who hands you a pen and says, “Let’s not pretend you haven’t been dodging this.”
She’s blunt. And divine.
The Mermaid Who Ghosted You
She swam off without closure. You’re welcome.
She’s deep, dreamy, and dangerously allergic to clinginess.
If she disappears mid-conversation, she’s probably communing with her intuition—or just needed a salt bath.
Healing? Absolutely. Explaining herself? Never.
Sekhmet
Sacred fire doesn’t whisper.
Part goddess, part apocalypse in eyeliner, Sekhmet burns through illusion like incense in a rage.
She doesn’t do people-pleasing. She does justice.
When your boundaries need teeth, she’s the one handing you the fang.
The Oracle of Eye Rolls
She knew you’d get here. She’s been waiting.
Sipping tea laced with clairvoyance and sarcasm, the Oracle sees through your patterns—then dares you to outgrow them.
She’s the friend who hands you a pen and says, “Let’s not pretend you haven’t been dodging this.”
She’s blunt. And divine.
The Mermaid Who Ghosted You
She swam off without closure. You’re welcome.
She’s deep, dreamy, and dangerously allergic to clinginess.
If she disappears mid-conversation, she’s probably communing with her intuition—or just needed a salt bath.
Healing? Absolutely. Explaining herself? Never.
Sekhmet
Sacred fire doesn’t whisper.
Part goddess, part apocalypse in eyeliner, Sekhmet burns through illusion like incense in a rage.
She doesn’t do people-pleasing. She does justice.
When your boundaries need teeth, she’s the one handing you the fang.
The Oracle of Eye Rolls
She knew you’d get here. She’s been waiting.
Sipping tea laced with clairvoyance and sarcasm, the Oracle sees through your patterns—then dares you to outgrow them.
She’s the friend who hands you a pen and says, “Let’s not pretend you haven’t been dodging this.”
She’s blunt. And divine.