The Raven Chronicles -- Part 1 of 5
I woke up angry today.
Not the kind of angry you shake off with a cup of tea and a deep breath. The kind that lives lower than that... somewhere behind your ribs, somewhere in your blood, somewhere your grandmother passed down without even knowing she was doing it. The kind that has a name older than you.
And the name that came to me was Medusa.
I need you to sit with that for a second. Not the Medusa from the scary movie. Not the monster. The original one. The woman who was wronged in a temple, punished for someone else's crime, transformed into something terrifying and then feared for the very power they forced onto her.
That hit different this morning.
I am Nurse Raven. I am LadyDi. I am the founder of Rich Bitch Conjure. I am a rootworker by birthright, a nurse by training, a mother, a daughter, a woman who started a luxury spiritual business largely alone... with no roadmap, no blueprint community, and more people quietly hoping I would fail than I ever want to admit out loud.
And today I want to be honest with you about something.
This path has been beautiful and brutal at the same time.
THE CHURCH I GREW UP IN DID NOT PREPARE ME FOR THIS
I was raised in a Holiness church. Both sides of my family... pastors, ministers, elders. My grandparents were pillars of faith. Sunday mornings, Wednesday nights, Revivals... were something serious. The Holy Spirit was real, present, and not to be played with. There was power in those pews. I felt it. I still feel it.
But there was also silence around certain things.
The roots. The old ways. The knowing that came from somewhere before the church building, before the denomination, before anyone told us to translate our spiritual inheritance into something more acceptable. That part was not discussed out loud. And if you came from where I come from, you know exactly what I mean.
So, imagine being a woman like me. Someone who carries both the anointing AND the rootwork, both the scripture AND the herb bundle... and trying to build something that honors all of it.
The church raised me to be powerful. It also raised me to be quiet about certain kinds of power. Read that again, Sis.
That tension is real. I carry it every single day.
Does that resonate with you? Have you ever felt like you were too spiritual for some rooms and too "woowoo" for others? Drop a comment below. I want to hear from you.
BUILDING ALONE WHEN EVERYONE ASSUMED YOU WOULD STOP
When I launched Rich Bitch Conjure, I was not surrounded by a cheering section.
I want to be transparent about that. The spiritual business space has a surface-level community that can feel warm until you need something real from it. Then you learn fast who is genuinely rooting for you and who is just watching to see what happens. I have had people I loved, people I trusted, people whose opinions I once weighted heavily... ALL go quiet. Turn away. Decide that what I was building was not something they wanted to be associated with or feared my success and power would outshine theirs.
And when the people who are supposed to show up for you do not, that anger I mentioned at the beginning? It deepens. It roots itself.
I could have let it harden me.
That is the Medusa trap. You get wronged, you get punished for surviving, and the world expects the rage to make you a monster. Turns you into a warning. Puts your head on somebody else's shield.
But that is not what happened.
Something shifted. Something ancient said: this anger is information. This anger is direction. This anger is not your enemy. It is your compass.
So, I picked up my oils and I kept working.
MY MOTHER AND THE ENERGY OF MEDUSA
My mother was always drawn to Medusa.
She was a Leo woman, and if you know anything about Leo energy, you know it is regal and it is fierce and it does not apologize for taking up space. She always recognized something in Medusa that most people missed. Not a monster, but a woman who was transformed by circumstances outside her control and still somehow became the most powerful thing in the room.
My mother saw herself in that. She taught me to see myself in that too.
There is something to be said for the women in our lives who model what it looks like to survive with your head up. Who show you that rage is not the opposite of love. It is sometimes love protecting itself. Who demonstrate that being different, being loud, being magnetic and misunderstood, is not a curse. It is a gift that most people are not spiritually equipped to receive.
Thank you, Mama. Rest In Power.
If your mother showed you that kind of fire... or if she could not and you had to find it elsewhere, I want to hear about it. What woman in your life taught you that your anger was allowed to exist? Tell me in the comments.
THE MEN WHO WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT AND PROVIDE
Let me say this carefully because I mean it with precision, not bitterness.
There have been men in my life who were supposed to show up and did not. Fathers. Partners. Leaders. People who held positions of protection in my life and either abandoned those positions voluntarily or simply lacked the capacity to fill them. And for a long time, I sat with the question that a lot of women carry quietly:
What does it mean about me that they did not stay?
I want to answer that question for myself and maybe for you too.
It means nothing about your worth. It means everything about their capacity.
Here is what I have learned doing this rootwork, practicing this craft, studying these plants and their properties, sitting with my ancestors: you cannot conjure capacity into someone who does not carry it. You can do all the honey jar work... all the love spells in the world. You can anoint yourself from crown to heel. You can burn the right candles and petition the right spirits. But a hollow man cannot be made full by your love alone.
The lesson is not how to keep them. The lesson is how to remain whole when they go.
That is the deeper magic. That is the work I put into every single product I create.
RAVEN: THE OIL, THE NAME, THE IDENTITY
My birth name is Raven.
I want that to land properly because I think sometimes the most significant things about us are hiding in plain sight.
Raven is my favorite conjure oil in the entire Rich Bitch Conjure collection. That is not a coincidence. That oil carries everything I am... dark, loving, mysterious, magickal, passionate, protective, layered, glamourous, beautiful. When I developed it, I was not just creating a product. I was creating a mirror. A name. A declaration.
Raven in mythology and spiritual tradition is a messenger between worlds. Raven is associated with transformation, with seeing what others cannot, with carrying wisdom through shadow. Raven is the bird that does not flinch at darkness because it lives comfortably in it while still moving toward the light.
That is me. That might be you too.
Think about this: there is a difference between being hardened and being strong. There is a difference between turning people to stone out of survival, Medusa-style, and having a core of you that simply cannot be broken. Strength and softness do not cancel each other out. The most powerful conjure workers I have ever known, and I have known some, carry both.
They weep at altars. They also hold firm when the work requires it. They love deeply. They also know when to walk away. They are tender. They are also terrifying to anyone who means them harm.
That is the balance I want every Rich Bitch Conjure customer to find in themselves. Not hardness. Not wall-building. Integration.
THE RAVEN OIL AND WHY IT EXISTS
Rich Bitch Conjure's Raven Oil is a handcrafted, spelled hoodoo conjure oil made with real herbs and curios. It is designed for women who are standing at the intersection of their deepest power and their deepest wound and choosing power. It is for the woman who has been through something. Who is still beautiful about it. Who does not need to be fixed, only witnessed.
When you work with Raven Oil, you are working with intention that has been set with spiritual purpose, with ancestral reverence, and with the understanding that transformation is not a single moment. It is an ongoing practice.
I do not create products from a catalog. I create from lived experience, from spiritual training, from the knowing that was passed down to me through my family line and through my own decades of practice.
That is the difference between a mass-produced spiritual product and what I put in your hands.
Have you tried working with a conjure oil that felt like it was made for exactly what you were going through? Or have you been settling for something that looks the part but does not carry the weight? Tell me in the comments. I genuinely want to know.
THE RAVEN CHRONICLES: WHAT IS COMING NEXT
This is Part 1 of a five-part series called The Raven Chronicles. A new piece drops every few days, and the final one lands on my birthday, May 2nd.
Here is what is coming and when:
Part 2: The Snake Shed -- April 18
On releasing the identity that kept you safe but stopped you from growing. What the women in my family taught me about letting go.
Part 3: The Altar Was Always Here -- April 23
On building a spiritual practice when your church background told you it was wrong. Reconciling faith, rootwork, and personal truth.
Part 4: What the Men Left Behind -- April 28
On the gifts that come disguised as abandonment. How loss became the foundation of everything I built.
Part 5: I Am the Medicine -- May 2 (Birthday Drop)
On the birthday that changed everything, the woman who arrived on May 2nd, and why Rich Bitch Conjure is not a brand. It is a body of work.
Each piece will include spiritual insight, real talk, and product recommendations rooted in the theme. Subscribe to my email list to get each new part delivered directly to you. You do not want to miss what is coming.
...And In Closing
I started this post angry. I am ending it clear.
That is the work. Not the suppression of the feeling, but the transmutation of it into something that builds rather than burns.
If you are in a season of anger right now. If you have been let down, overlooked, underestimated, or simply exhausted by the weight of building something real without enough support, I want you to know that I see you. I have been you. I am sometimes still her on the hard days.
And I want to offer you something real.
Explore the Rich Bitch Conjure collection at
richbitchconjure.com. Start with the
Raven Oil if you are called to it. Come back next week for Part 2.
And please... drop a comment below. Tell me: what is the anger in your life trying to tell you right now? What would Medusa say to you if she could speak instead of stare?
I read every single comment. Every. One.
Rich Blessings,
- Nurse Raven | LadyDi
Founder, Rich Bitch Conjure, LLC
