Sacred Cycles, Womb Magic, and Preparing for Beltane
TL;DR:
This blog is a reflection on how my spiritual path, personal becoming, and business journey have unfolded in sacred cycles and spirals rather than straight lines. From taking the name Madame Creatrix in 2020, to officially forming my business in 2024, to opening my first and second Mystic Parlours, I can see how each season of rest, rebirth, and action has prepared me for the next. Now, in early April and as Beltane approaches, I am in a season of building and mindful, embodied action, and I am inviting others to join me through circles, workshops, and community-centered gatherings so we can grow, witness, and hold one another in the magic together.
Sacred Cycles, Spirals, and Seasonal Shifts
There are certain times of year when I can feel the current before I can explain it.
My body knows.
Before my mind catches up, before I have language for it, before I can make any neat little narrative out of it, something ancient in me begins to stir. And every year around this time, without fail, I find myself pulled down the same sacred rabbit hole: Isis. Hathor. Mary Magdalen. Rose medicine. Womb mysteries. Death and rebirth. Descent and return. Cycles and spirals.
Not circles. Spirals.
Because I am never really in the same place I was before, even when I am brushing my hands along familiar walls.
Winter has always felt like a death portal for me. A period of rest. A shedding. A soft undoing. The underworld months where things go quiet, where energy turns inward, where life does not stop but instead becomes subterranean. Hidden. Composting. Becoming.
Then Imbolc arrives, and I can feel the first subtle movement beneath the soil. The first whisper. The first spark. The first shift in pressure. Something begins to turn. The waters stir. The wheel groans back into motion.
Ostara comes, and with it the laying of foundations. The first visible signs that what has been gestating beneath the surface is ready to root itself into form. And now, in these first days of April, I can feel the current shifting again. The groundwork has been laid. The wheel is already moving. I am no longer only tending the first green shoots of spring. I am beginning to feel the heat building toward Beltane.
Because Beltane always comes.
And Beltane asks:
What have you prepared to set ablaze?
What have you tended carefully enough that it can withstand ignition?
What have you built a body for?
And once the fire is lit, will you know how to work with it?
The Origin of Madame Creatrix and My Spiritual Business Journey
This cycle, this pattern, this spiral has been in motion for years, though I suspect the truth is that it has been weaving itself much longer than even I realize.
My business is officially two years old as of April 2nd.
Which also means I have officially been Madame Creatrix for six years.
I publicly emerged out of the broom closet on Beltane of 2020 in a Facebook Live, but I took the name around the beginning of April in 2020, building its first iteration behind the scenes. Even then, before the business had its current bones, before the space, before the momentum, before the LLC, something was already taking shape. Something was already naming me as I named it in return.
These cycles have been spiraling for a long time, and my business is one of the clearest examples of that.
Because the truth is, while Madame Creatrix began in spirit years earlier, I began birthing the next incarnation of my business in March of 2024. At that time, I was inside a magical container held by Blood and Rose dragons, and there was deep womb work happening. Deep excavation. Deep remembrance. I was in the mysteries of Mary Magdalen and rose medicine, and whether I fully understood it at the time or not, I was being prepared to birth a new chapter of my life. Not just a business. A becoming. A reclamation. A body of work.
I officially stopped putting the business on the back burner on April 2nd, 2024 at 2:22pm. That was the moment I submitted the LLC paperwork and never looked back.
There are timestamps in life that feel almost mythic when you revisit them. Little hinges where one version of you ends and another begins. April 2nd, 2024 at 2:22pm was one of those thresholds for me. It was not just paperwork. It was a vow. A declaration. A crossing-over point. It was me saying: no more almost, no more someday, no more treating the work that has been calling me as if it belongs in the margins of my life.
Building a Spiritual Business and Creating Ceremonial Sundries
I hit the ground running, applying to events, markets, and anyone who would have me. I built out my Ceremonial Sundries to supplement the work. Not even a full year went by before we were approached about opening a physical space.
In March of 2025, I opened my first Mystic Parlour.
That space became a threshold in its own right. It was a place where I began taking in-person clients more consistently. A place where I started helping people midwife their spiritual awakenings, healing journeys, and initiations. A place where I held community. A place where I curated and facilitated deep ritual work, including our Beltane Sensory Workshop and the Dark Goddess Descent series.
One of my very first clients in that space gifted me a book: The Magdalen Manuscript.
And at the time, I could not read it. Not because I did not care. Not because I did not recognize its significance. But because I did not have the capacity.
That matters.
Because sometimes the teaching arrives before the student has room to receive it. Sometimes the gift is not for the moment it enters your hands. Sometimes it is for the moment your spirit can finally open to it.
Closing and Reopening the Mystic Parlour in McHenry
We closed the Mystic Parlour just as the veil parted at the end of October 2025. Not even 24 hours after we packed everything up and moved out, we were approached again about opening our Mystic Parlour in downtown McHenry.
We were excited, but something in me put up a sliver of resistance.
Opening a space so close to where I grew up. Where I felt most outcast and, quite frankly, betrayed by community time and time again. Part of me knew I needed the winter to rest. To wade in the void and allow myself time for rest, reflection, and recouping. Months went by and good lord, did I need it. I had an event here and there. I co-facilitated the Dark Goddess Mysteries and allowed myself to play, tending to my mental and emotional health.
We revisited the topic in January, and I was transparent about my concerns and even my personal fears around opening up. Through my own healing, I realized that it was not the same community I grew up in. It has evolved. Grown. Become more open and thirsty for connection. After much deep reflection, I decided to take the plunge.
And I am so freaking glad I did.
In the middle of March 2026, on the Spring Equinox, I opened my second Mystic Parlour and found it snug in the arms of the Riverside Drive small business community.
Mary Magdalen, Rose Medicine, and Womb Magic
The current is moving again, stronger now. Louder. Clearer. And I can feel that I am standing at the edge of another threshold, another initiation, another expansion. The foundations of this season have already been laid, and now I can feel the energy beginning to gather into momentum.
The work is growing.
The container is growing.
I am growing.
And after sitting and working quietly in the reborn Mystic Parlour, I found the pages of The Magdalen Manuscript calling to me. I went home and cracked open the book I was gifted a year ago, and I was in absolute awe.
There is something deeply humbling, and honestly a little breathtaking, about recognizing spiritual threads as they continue to weave themselves across time. About watching symbols, stories, names, and mysteries reappear not as coincidence, but as continuity. As conversation. As remembrance.
Mary Magdalen. Isis. Hathor. Rose medicine. Womb portals. Rebirth. Remembrance.
For me, these are not random names gathered for aesthetic. They are part of the same current: sacred feminine initiation, devotion, remembrance, and the mystery of what it means to carry, tend, and birth something through the body and spirit.
The Maze and Dreamworld Tarot Reading Meaning
So as I sat pondering the cycles, the mysteries, and everything at hand, I decided to pull some cards to focus my time.
The two that flew out as soon as I cleared the deck and set the intention?
The Maze and Dreamworld.
Because of course they did.
The Maze and Dreamworld.
The Maze speaks to spirals, to the many paths before us, to the danger of wandering endlessly, to the sacred task of eventually choosing the life that is calling your name. It speaks to compromise, balance, expectation meeting reality. It speaks to the long road, the winding road, the road that does not always look glamorous but is nevertheless yours.
Dreamworld speaks to reconnection. Perspective shift. A place between here and there. The collective unconscious. Dreams and nightmares. Other realities brushing against this one. The subtle waters of remembering. A refusal to let the trivialities of ordinary life dull vision.
Together, they felt like confirmation.
Something is building.
Something is alchemizing.
Something is taking form.
And whatever I am laying the foundations for now, I know in my bones that it is bigger than just me. Bigger than my own comfort. Bigger than my own path in isolation. This is not just about success in the flat, capitalist sense. It is not just about having a space, or offerings, or a calendar full of events.
It feels like I am participating in the building of something that wants to live beyond me. A body of work. A sanctuary. A living current. A web of remembrance, initiation, and embodied magic that gathers people to themselves, to one another, and to the deeper mysteries they have been taught to ignore.
Spiritual Growth Through Cycles, Remembrance, and Rebirth
And yet, as with all spirals, the path forward is not always made by charging blindly ahead. Sometimes the path forward is made by remembering. By looking back and recognizing the footprints already left in the soil. By seeing what has been repeating long enough to reveal itself as pattern instead of chaos. By honoring what your body has known long before your mind could defend it.
There is still mystery here. Still pieces I do not fully understand. I can feel the threads there, but I do not yet know whether they are a key, a warning, a wound, a mirror, or all of the above.
Maybe that understanding is still on its way. Maybe it is not time yet. And maybe that, too, is part of the lesson.
Not every mystery asks to be solved the moment it appears.
Some ask to be sat with.
Some ask to be carried.
Some ask only that we notice them when they arrive and trust that meaning will unfold in right timing.
So here I am.
In early April.
At the turning of the season.
In the spiral again.
Only not really again.
Because I am not who I was in April of 2020 when I first took the name Madame Creatrix behind the scenes.
I am not who I was on Beltane of 2020 when I publicly stepped out of the broom closet.
I am not who I was on April 2nd, 2024 at 2:22pm when I made it official and chose not to look back.
I am not who I was in March of 2025 when I opened the first Mystic Parlour.
And I am already not the same woman who walked into this April.
That is the nature of spirals.
They return you to the mystery, but not as the same woman.
And I think that is what I am honoring most right now.
Not just the magic I am building.
Not just the spaces I am opening.
Not just the visions I am receiving.
But the woman I have become through saying yes to them.
Through the descent.
Through the death portals.
Through the foundation-laying.
Through the naming.
Through the choosing.
Through the kindling.
Through the remembering.
Something is moving.
Something is waking up.
Something is asking to be born.
Circles, Workshops, and Community-Centered Magic
And in these first days of April, I can feel that I am no longer standing only at the beginning of the process. I am in the season of building, and then action, but mindful action. The kind of action that is rooted. Intentional. Embodied. The kind that asks not only that I receive the medicine, but that I utilize it. That I work with what has been revealed. That I honor what has been seeded by tending it, shaping it, and moving with it in devotion.
I do not need to force an answer before its time.
I do not need to name the whole thing before it has taken full form.
But I do know this:
Something sacred is building.
And I am preparing not only to meet it, but to move with it.
And I do not want to do that in isolation.
I am building out a calendar of events.
Circles. Workshops. Community-centered nights. Spaces to gather, reflect, witness, create, and remember together.
Because this path is not only about private revelation. It is also about shared becoming.
It is about growing together.
Expanding together.
Witnessing one another.
Holding one another.
Making room for the mystery and the momentum.
So if you have been feeling the wheel turning too, if you have been sensing your own life moving in cycles and spirals, if something in you is stirring and asking for tending, maybe this is your invitation.
Come join me in the magic.
Let us gather.
Let us grow.
Let us tend the fire with intention.
Let us see what becomes possible when we stop walking the spiral alone.
With reverence,
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