Yeyẹ́sìndé

12/30/2025

FULL MOON RELEASE
January 1 | 5:30 PM

This is not a vision board moment.
This is a clearing.

Under the first full moon of the year, we release what cannot follow you forward. Old weight. Old agreements. Old identities.

Come empty.
Leave lighter.

January 1 | 5:30 PM

-Yèyẹ́sìndé

The Wolf Moon Ceremony, Release what was. Enter what is.

12/21/2025

The Solstice Is a Threshold.

It is the moment illusion breaks and alignment is required.

What can no longer be carried will surface.
What is not true will fall away.

This is not a time for performance or bypassing.
It is a time for restraint, listening, and return.

The Priestess does not rush the light.
She honors the darkness as a womb.

— Yèyésìndé

12/19/2025

Most women aren’t ready for this work.
And no — that isn’t judgment. It’s reality.

Healing that actually changes a life requires restraint, accountability, and self-honesty.
Not affirmation loops.
Not spiritual entertainment.
Not constant reassurance.

I don’t work with women who want to feel better for a moment.
I work with women who are willing to interrupt themselves.

If this feels confronting, it’s not because it’s wrong.
It’s because it’s not trying to convince you.

— Yeyẹ́sìndé

11/09/2025

There is a stillness where the womb remembers.

In that silence, she begins to whisper—
not for answers,
but for reconnection.

Whispers of the Womb
a ritual of remembrance.

— Yeyẹ́sìndé

11/05/2025

This is the work of the Priestess — to stand between worlds, holding both the seen and unseen in reverence.

To offer the past to the fire, knowing that every release births renewal. To call forth the dawn from within, remembering that transformation is not found in what we gain, but in what we are willing to surrender.

— Yèyésìndé

11/03/2025

Beaver Full Moon Fire Release

Last night, we gathered beneath the full moon — not to simply let go,
but to transform.

Flames danced as we released what could no longer travel with us.
The air grew thick with prayer, laughter, and power.
Ashes rose. Old versions of self dissolved.
And in their place — light, clarity, and remembrance emerged.

This was more than ceremony.
It was initiation.
It was women returning to themselves.

Each woman here carries a story of release —a new frequency rising through her womb, her breath, her becoming.

🔥 The fire knows your name too. 🔥

10/31/2025

The Rise of a Priestess

Every healer must one day sit in her own circle.

She poured into others until Spirit called her inward—
to face her own fire,
to remember her own name.

What you witness here is not a ceremony… it’s a resurrection.

She served. She healed. She remembered. She rose.

The rise of a Priestess.
The remembrance of the Woman of Ankh. Mercedes Lynn

10/24/2025

I have returned.

Not to be seen.
But to be recognized.

I am Yèyésìndé.
Priestess of the Womb.
Bearer of memory.
Keeper of the river.

I walk with the women who are ready to remember themselves.
Those who have heard the whisper in their bones.
Those who have felt the pull of something ancient and true.

This is not a space of performance or pretending.
This is a temple of remembrance, devotion, and becoming.

Come if you are ready to lay down who you were and rise into who you came here to be.

If you are here, you’ve been called.

-Yeyẹ́sìndé

10/17/2025

🎥 A moment of freedom, remembrance, and divine play.”
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