Hi! I’m Heidi.

The Sacred Rebellion Begins Here

You weren’t meant to be tame.

You were meant to remember your wild nature. To burn. To rise.

To hurl the inherited spellbook into the sacred fire and begin the slow, sovereign rewrite of your soul’s story.

My work begins where soul-crushing conditioning ends.

Where the Nice Girl falters. Where the Good Wife aches.

Where the spiritual seeker grows tired of floating and starts to dig.

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Property, Fire, & the Sacred Fuck-This

Once upon a time, there was a man.

Persian. Gorgeous. Intense. A self-proclaimed control freak. The sex? Super hot.

At first, I thought his controlling behavior was sexy.

I was his. No one else could touch me. And that was that.

He demanded I write on my body that I was his property.

And I did. With a black Sharpie. Several times. Right over my left breast.

Not with surrender. Not with seduction.

But with a strange, simmering compliance.

I felt turned on.

And small.

Conflicted.

Part of me wanted to please him. Part of me wanted to be wanted—possessed—that much.

But part of me recoiled.

I felt constrained.

It felt…wrong. Off.

Like I was slipping into a costume I hadn’t consciously agreed to wear.

I smiled. I played along.

But inside, I felt confused. Disoriented. And then…

Disgusted.

Furious.

Not just with him, but with myself.

Because I realized how deeply I’d been trained (conditioned) to confuse being claimed, possessed, and owned with being loved, cherished, adored.

Yeah, fuck this.

Those experiences—and those I experienced in the decades before those with the Persian—cracked something open inside me.

I wasn’t turned on by being someone’s property.

I was lit on fire by the part of me that refused to be owned. By anyone. Ever again.

And that fire didn’t go out.

It became a beacon. A prayer. A curse-breaking howl. A wildfire.

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We Sin Towards Sovereignty

Virgin Sacrifice was born in that wildfire blaze.

This work is not about purity or performance.

It’s about claiming yourself as sacred ground—unowned, untamed, and undeniably sovereign.

It’s about reclaiming the Original Sin of Sovereignty.

If “sin” originally meant missing the mark...then I want us all to become sinners.

Not because we’re broken—but because we’ve been aiming for the wrong target.

Obedience. Silence. Sacrifice. Burnout. Overgiving. Self-erasure.

The mark we were told to hit has always been a lie.

So now we miss it. On purpose.

We miss the mark of purity culture.

Of patriarchy.

Of performative grace.

And we aim instead for something wilder. Older. Truer.

We sin toward sovereignty.

Not to rebel. But to remember.

Because the Original Sin wasn’t lust. Or sex.

It was losing your ancient virginity. Your sovereignty.

Forgetting who you are.

Missing the mark of your soul’s true essence.

Your wild nature.

Together, we move through the sacred fire—
where conditioning becomes ash,
desire becomes compass,
and body becomes home again.

This is soul alchemy.

This is body sovereignty.

This is how you reclaim your erotic, intuitive, sovereign self—one sacred “fuck this” at a time.

One act of sin at a time.

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Who Walks Beside You Through the Fire

I’m the High Priestess of Sacrificial Delights.

Here to guide you through your descent and rise.

Not just a coach,

but a myth-maker,

a myth-breaker,

a mirror-holder,

a fire-tender

for sensitive, spiritual souls

unraveling the bindings of their past.

I work with wild souls, women, and witches who inherited and carry the old spells of separation, disconnection, patriarchy.

Not to obey them.

But to set them on fire. 🔥

And write new spells to enchant the stories of our becoming.

To break the shackles of our imprisonment.

Because, if you’re anything like me, you’re tired of being fashioned into someone you’re not.

No need to cut off your toes or heels to fit into Cinderella’s golden shoe.

You have your own golden shoes to fill.

And there’s no Prince Charming coming to rescue you.

Because you’re the hero of your own damn story.

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My Magic is Rooted In

trauma-informed intimacy coaching via the VITA™️ methodology

tantric & taoist tools for reconnecting body to desire

academic rigor (yes, I have a PhD in Sociology)

creator magic: Lightning, Soil, Lake, and Tree

plant allies, moon rituals, underworld initiations

being born under the Sturgeon Moon, the ancient stirrer of silt

living as a Reflector Body and a Generator Mind—a mythic aura that feels everything and reflects the truth behind the mask

and two black cat familiars—Moss and Ivy—who approve everything with a paw print and a glare.

I’m not here to teach you how to be better.

I’m here to help you remember who you were before the spells took hold.

Before the shrinking.

Before the shoulds.

Before you learned to live on autopilot.

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Remember Who You Are

Virgin Sacrifice is my signature offering—a six-part ritual descent for the feral sisterhood.

It's a place to give death to what no longer serves, reclaim the sacred parts you buried to survive, and rise resurrected in your full, wild power.

Because remembering who you are is the most radical act of all.

✨ You are allowed to want more.

✨ You are allowed to take up space.

✨ You are allowed to own and inhabit your body.

✨ You are allowed to rise.