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Queen City Spirit Market: Charlotte's Premier Spiritual Marketplace for Entrepreneurs & Conscious Shoppers

Queen City Spirit Market: Charlotte's Premier S...

Queen City Spirit Market isn't just a pop-up. It's a declaration. On June 20, 2026, Rich Bitch Conjure and Emma and Rachel Conjure bring Charlotte's most intentional spiritual marketplace to...

Queen City Spirit Market: Charlotte's Premier S...

Queen City Spirit Market isn't just a pop-up. It's a declaration. On June 20, 2026, Rich Bitch Conjure and Emma and Rachel Conjure bring Charlotte's most intentional spiritual marketplace to...

I Am the Birthday: A Love Letter to the Woman I Became

I Am the Birthday: A Love Letter to the Woman I...

I am the medicine I was looking for. I am the woman who built it anyway. I am Raven  fully, finally, without apology. Today is my birthday and this is...

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I Am the Birthday: A Love Letter to the Woman I...

I am the medicine I was looking for. I am the woman who built it anyway. I am Raven  fully, finally, without apology. Today is my birthday and this is...

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A Black woman sitting alone at a table set for two at dusk with a conjure oil bottle and candle, representing healing from romantic abandonment and the spiritual strength found through hoodoo rootwork practice.

What the Men Left Behind: On Romantic Abandonme...

I have loved men who were not built to hold what I brought to the table. I have waited for protection that never came and provision that was always almost...

What the Men Left Behind: On Romantic Abandonme...

I have loved men who were not built to hold what I brought to the table. I have waited for protection that never came and provision that was always almost...

A personal spiritual altar with an open Bible, conjure oil bottle, dried herbs, and candlelight, representing the sacred intersection of Black Holiness church faith and ancestral hoodoo rootwork practice.

The Altar Was Always Here: Faith, Rootwork, and...

I grew up in the church surrounded by ministers and pastors. I was also born knowing things that the church did not have language for. For years I kept those...

The Altar Was Always Here: Faith, Rootwork, and...

I grew up in the church surrounded by ministers and pastors. I was also born knowing things that the church did not have language for. For years I kept those...

The Bull Has Left the Gate: Uranus Is Out, Abundance Is In, and I Survived All Seven Years to Prove It

The Bull Has Left the Gate: Uranus Is Out, Abun...

Taurus season is here, and I need you to understand that this is not just another turn of the wheel for me. This is my season, my birthday, my harvest,...

The Bull Has Left the Gate: Uranus Is Out, Abun...

Taurus season is here, and I need you to understand that this is not just another turn of the wheel for me. This is my season, my birthday, my harvest,...

A shed snakeskin beside a handcrafted conjure oil bottle on moss-covered stone in golden morning light, representing spiritual transformation and releasing old identity through hoodoo practice.

The Snake Shed: Releasing Who You Were So You C...

I have been the good church girl. The woman who made herself smaller so someone else could feel bigger. The nurse who poured into everyone and quietly starved her own...

The Snake Shed: Releasing Who You Were So You C...

I have been the good church girl. The woman who made herself smaller so someone else could feel bigger. The nurse who poured into everyone and quietly starved her own...