But truth doesn’t ask for permission before it moves through you.

I set out to survive my own unraveling.

These offerings, the invocations, the tarot readings - were never meant to be products. They were lifelines. Words I needed when no one else could speak what my soul was aching to hear.

I wrote them on the bathroom floor. In bed with grief. Between cards pulled not for prediction - but for reflection. Each one became a mirror, a portal, a prayer.

The invocations gave voice to the parts of me that felt voiceless.
The tarot readings gave shape to what I couldn’t yet name.

They didn’t fix me. They found me.

And now, they’re here for you - if you’re in that same silent place, searching for something deeper than advice. These are not answers wrapped in certainty. They're soul tools for those navigating the spaces in-between: heartbreak and hope, endings and emergence, truth and transformation.

This is a living library.
Not curated. Conjured.

Each piece was forged in real fire. And they continue to unfold - one invocation, one reading, one reclamation at a time.

If you’re here, you’re meant to be.

With love and truth,
T