Ritual is not always candlelit. It’s not reserved for the new moon, the altar, the Sunday bath.

It is how you touch your body when no one is watching. It is how you talk to yourself. It is how you think about yourself. It is how you live within your skin — the ultimate altar. It is the breath you take before you say no. It is your devotion to feeling, to softness, to listening deeply.

This is where Alchemē lives.**

Ritual is not always candlelit. It’s not reserved for the new moon, the altar, the Sunday bath.

It is how you touch your body when no one is watching. It is the breath you take before you say no. It is your devotion to feeling, to softness, to listening deeply.

This is where Alchemē lives.

Not as something you do. But as something you are becoming.

The oils are not instructions. They are invitations. Portals. Anchors. And the body, always, is the altar.

Below, a living guide. Not for discipline, but devotion. A simple invitation to try it on. To live in your joyful love of self.

A ritual you don’t have to remember — because your body already does.

Morning: The Anointed Awakening

Start your day not with caffeine or emails, but with sensation. Choose an oil intuitively. Perhaps Illume, for its tender encouragement to rise into radiance. Or Obsidian, to hold you if you woke up heavy.

Warm it between your palms. Press into your chest, your womb, your thighs. Whisper the affirmation aloud.

This is your mirror moment. Not to correct, but to witness. Not to shape, but to shine.

Dress in pleasure. Move through your day like someone who has already said yes to herself.

Pre-Work or Midday Pause: Reclaim the Body

Between Zoom calls and meals, between tending to children or deadlines, pause. Step away. Return.

Let Aubade guide you into breath. She is the ache before the fire. A single drop at the collarbone. A reminder that readiness is a sacred state.

Write one line in your journal: What does my body want today?

Then, do not rush her answer.

Before Lovemaking or Self-Pleasure: Stirred into Sovereignty

Apply Evoke like invocation. Anoint the places that ache for permission: inner thighs, lower belly, wrists, heart.

Move your body. Let hips speak. Let your breath go deeper. Let sound rise.

Whether this becomes touch or tears or ecstasy is not the goal. This is not performance. This is presence.

Post-Sex or Creative Unleashing: Integration as Feminine Practice

Let Embodied hold you here.

After the release. After the expression. After the unraveling.

She is the oil of wholeness, of stitching sensation into soul. She helps you stay. Stay in your body. Stay with your truth. Stay soft, even in your fire.

Use her on your feet. Your root. The edges of your jaw. Let your system know: we do not have to leave ourselves after we feel deeply.

Menstrual Moments or Emotional Storms: Grounding as a Love Language

Come back to Obsidian.

Womb aching? Mind racing? Boundaries blurred? This is your signal to ground.

Rub her into your sacrum, your lower belly, your inner ankles. Inhale deeply. Let the dark stone energy say what your mouth cannot: No. Not now. I need me.

Because safety is not the absence of others. It is the presence of you.

Closing the Day: Ritual as Rest

Before bed, choose intuitively again. What oil wants to speak?

Perhaps you close with Illume, to remember your light. Or Aubade, to prepare the petals to open again tomorrow.

Let the ritual be brief, but meaningful. One touch. One breath. One line of poetry.

You do not need to be devout to be divine.

You only need to remember:

You are sacred. Every day.