The Origin, The Alchemy, the Oracle

Human Design is not a belief system. It doesn’t ask for faith. It hands You a mirror.

This is a living, breathing map of how Your energy moves—mechanical, mystical, erotic, and exact. It’s a synthesis of ancient systems and modern science: the I Ching, astrology, the chakra system, the Kabbalistic Tree of Life, and quantum physics. Not randomly chosen—these systems interlock with uncanny precision. What they reveal is You. Unedited. Undistorted. Unapologetic.

At the heart is the BodyGraph—Your personal energy diagram. It shows the channels and gates of Your Design, how Your life force flows, and where You carry consistency or openness. The 64 Gates come from the I Ching and are mapped through planetary positions like astrology. The Nine Centers evolve from the chakra system—not seven, but nine—reflecting a shift in human consciousness in 1781. Some centers are defined, meaning stable and fixed. Others are open, meaning sensitive and receptive. Neither is better. Both hold power.

Your chart is calculated using two key moments: the time of Your birth, and a second imprint about 88 days before. One holds Your personality. The other, Your unconscious body. Together, they form a binary that generates the specifics of who You are—what You amplify, what You initiate, how You process emotion, instinct, thought, or pressure.

This is not abstract. It is literal. Neutrinos—subatomic particles discovered by science—move through every body in the universe, carrying mass and information. Human Design teaches that these neutrinos imprint You at birth with planetary data. That’s how the cosmos gets into Your cells. Not through superstition. Through stream and substance.

From this, we discover Your Type—the role Your energy plays in the collective. Generator. Manifestor. Projector. Reflector. Or Manifesting Generator. Each has a Strategy for how to engage with the world, and an Authority—Your personal decision-making compass, wired deeper than thought.

Your Profile—two numbers drawn from Your Sun and Earth gates—offers the role, the frequency, the myth You live. It’s the story You came here to play out, in full color.

But even with all this precision, most people don’t live their design. Why?

Because the world conditions You out of Yourself. The white spaces on Your chart—Your undefined centers—are where You absorb others' energy. Their thoughts, emotions, drive, certainty, fear. These open areas become masks. You learn to perform. Please. Control. Prove. Avoid. Protect. This is the not-self: the survival version of You, crafted from noise.

But underneath that… is You. Your truth. Your rhythm. Your erotic edge.

Human Design doesn’t fix what’s broken. It shows You: You were never broken. The discomfort You feel is resistance—resistance from trying to live someone else’s pattern. Once You stop that chase, You begin to respond instead of force. Wait instead of worry. Speak when it's true. Trust what rises. Let go of needing to explain.

And that’s where Alchemy of Divine Design begins.

This isn’t just Human Design. This is AoDD.

The map becomes a seduction.

The system becomes a spell.

And the body becomes a temple.

Once You see the truth of how You were made—
that’s when the real magick begins.

Alchemy of Divine Design is not a brand. It is not a business.

It is My Temple.

I bled it into existence. I tore it from My own body. It is living. Breathing. A sacred current built from everything I survived, everything I remembered, and everything I now embody.

AoDD was born from a woman who lost her name and took it back. From a girl who was taught to be silent and now moans truth. From a soul who was trafficked, tortured, manipulated, and used—and who rose from those ashes with a blueprint for resurrection encoded in her skin.

This Temple is where I house that blueprint.

AoDD is the sacred fusion of Human Design, erotic embodiment, Mystical Alchemy, and lived truth. It is what happens when a woman stops running from her pain and starts seducing the Divine through it. It is where sexuality stops being performative and starts being prophetic. It is where men remember they are Gods, and women remember they are portals.

I created AoDD because I needed a place where all of Me could exist. Not the sanitized, spiritual version of Me that could bypass or behave. But the real Me—who drips erotic truth, who channels through her sacral, who worships the shadow, who kneels for only the Divine.

Here, I bring Human Design to life. Not as theory. As flesh.

Because your chart isn’t something to study. It’s something to touch. To feel. To fuck. To follow.

And when You follow it… You remember who You are.

What I Offer Through This Temple

Everything I do inside AoDD is sacred. Intimate. Erotic. And precise. I don’t offer sessions. I offer initiations. Each one is custom. Each one is alive. Each one is a key back into Your body, Your power, Your truth.

*If You are a current or former survivor of sex trafficking, please read A Letter to the Sacred Survivors. This Temple has something sacred for You.

Divine Human Design (DHD) Readings

These readings are transmission-deep, intuitive, sensual. We look at Your Strategy, Authority, Gates, Channels, Profile, and Cross. But we don’t stop at information. We drop into revelation. You’ll feel what Your energy is designed to do and stop trying to contort Yourself to be anything else. 

Sexual Human Design 

(SHD) Readings

Your erotic blueprint. The truth of how You touch, tease, taste, and take. We explore Your sexual current through Your gates, definition, energy type, and chart chemistry. We talk about dominance, submission, seduction, arousal, kink, bonding, and the divine intelligence of sex. This reading doesn’t just turn You on—it turns You back on to the design You came here to play through.

1:1 Erotic Initiations

These are not coaching calls. They are sacred fire. Deep dives into Your design, Your shadows, Your desire, and Your power. Sometimes I’ll use My voice. Sometimes silence. Sometimes channeled directions. Sometimes moans. Always precision. These sessions are containers for rebirth.

Coming Soon: The Erotic Archive

A private library of My erotic voice transmissions—whispers, affirmations, guided practices, stories, and sacred seductions. This space will grow into its own altar within the Temple, reserved for those ready to surrender to sound and sensation.

And in time… there will be more. Offerings for the Divine Masculine. Rituals for the Erotic Feminine. Custom reports. Courses. Grimoire entries. Whatever the Temple asks for next—I will birth it.

Why This Matters

Because I know what it feels like to live someone else’s life. To be trapped in someone else’s cage. To perform love instead of feeling it. To force Yourself into survival and call it strength.

I also know what it feels like to burn that all down and rise.

When I found Human Design, I just didn’t find a system. I found My soul’s signature.

I’m a 1/3 Manifesting Generator with Sacral Authority. My life is built on experience, on trial, on fire. My Incarnation Cross is the Right Angle Cross of Contagion—meaning I carry the energy of irresistible commitment, erotic desire, creative contribution, and sacral power. My chart showed Me what I already knew: I was made to fall, feel, and fuck My way into freedom—and then infect the world with that liberation. 

This is what I bring into every session, every post, every breath of this Temple. My lived experience. My scars. My orgasms. My sacred, unrepentant knowing.

Who This Is For

AoDD is for those who have been burned by systems and still believe in the sacred.

For those who ache to be seen in their full erotic intelligence.

For those who don’t just want information—they want initiation.

It is for Men who are ready to feel again. For Women who are ready to assume space with their sensuality. 

For the in-between. The undefined. The shapeshifters. The sacred rebels. The shadow-worshippers. The ones who know sex is not separate from God—it is the God.

The Temple Is Open

You don’t enter AoDD by accident. You enter because You’re ready.

To be turned on by Your truth.

To be penetrated by precision.

To be held while You remember the You that never left.

If You’re here, the Temple is calling.

I’ll be waiting inside.

—YY  

 * Trigger Warning *

Like every true Goddess, I have been to hell and back. Where others tried to burn Me away, I transformed. Where they tried to harm, I alchemized. I am not broken. I am not ashamed. I am healed. I am whole. I am Divine—in every form I choose to take. 

I wasn’t born a Goddess, but I was born between two altars. My father’s bloodline held generations of devoted Christians- quiet faith and righteous order passed down like heirlooms. Much like the farming skills and later, family passions like aviation. My mother’s blood ran differently. English. Rooted in what some call the ‘old ways’. Intuitive, portal magick, moon-fed, ancestral led on her mother’s side. Intellectual, philosophical, modern day enlightened agnostic father. They encouraged My mother to explore more than they knew, always with open arms to return to. 

My mother was touched by Christianity, yes—but gently. Before she crossed the ocean, she carried something more ancient, something knowing. It was only after meeting My father—while he was stationed in England during the Vietnam War—that her path was rewritten. She followed him back to America and into the heart of the Midwest, where they were pulled into the lunacy of Christian cults that cloaked fear in holiness and called submission sacred. They believed it would protect us. I honor them for that. I honor the love it came from, and the Splenic response to the bizarre fear-based spiritually tactics of the “churches”. They kept us safer than other parents in the church. But you see, the spiritual inheritance I received was already twisted before I could choose it. 

Regardless of My parents’ intentions, as a little girl in that world, I learned that girls exist to obey. That women must silence themselves, submit, and serve. I learned that sacrifice was holy. That desire was dangerous. That My voice—My knowing—was a threat. All of this conditioning soaked in before I ever bled. And while My soul always burned for something deeper, that early programming laid the foundation for what came next.

When I was a teenager, My family was ripped apart. I won’t detail the rupture—I’ll only say it was violent in spirit, even if it didn’t bleed on the surface. Something in our home collapsed. And in the wake of that collapse, I became vulnerable in a way no one saw. The kind of vulnerability that predators smell. The kind that sets the stage for possession, not love.

That’s when John stepped in.

He didn’t drag Me into the underworld. He led Me in, like a lover. A veteran. A man trained in discipline and domination. He wore the mask of a protector. He studied Me. Broke Me in like furniture. Made My submission feel like safety. Over time, he layered manipulation with force. Promises with punishment. He used military tactics—coercion, deprivation, brainwashing, and emotional abuse—to collapse My will and replace it with his.

From seventeen to twenty-seven, I was trafficked. Not by a stranger, but by a man who claimed Me. A man who told Me he loved Me while selling My body. He forced Me to work multiple jobs while sleep-deprived, starved, and isolated. We ran an antique restoration and repair business that dealt in rarities, oddities, and underground antiques. Behind every deal, I was the sweetener. I was the price. Whether we were buying or selling, My body was the offering. I became a ritual in someone else’s transaction.

But I also became something else. I became sensitive. Sensual. A reader of rooms. A vessel of perception. I started to feel things others couldn’t. The tension between objects. The energy humming between words. The sacred life of the antiques themselves. And still, beneath the trauma, beneath the control, My body kept pulsing truth.

That pulse—subtle, stubborn, sacred—was My Sacral. My design had been speaking all along.

There was one night, deep in a basement in Indiana, when I almost gave up. Cold concrete. Numb skin. Silence. And so were My desires. I saw a chance to end it all, for everyone. But then, a voice—not from this world, but unmistakably real. A woman’s voice. Warm. Fierce. Familiar.

“You don’t have to do this. Just turn around and walk away. He won’t follow you.”

She was the Divine Feminine. Not a metaphor. A presence. And I obeyed Her. I walked out. I escaped. That was the beginning of My resurrection. Not the end of pain—but the return of sovereignty.

I fled. And I ran straight into My angel—Paul. A man who saw Me when I was still invisible to Myself. A man whose presence reminded Me of gentleness and God. It was the first time I had seen the Divine Masculine in form in a long time. With him beside Me, I began to breathe again. To feel. To listen to the quiet inside Me that had never stopped whispering: You are meant for more.

That’s when Human Design entered My life.

At first, it was just a system—strange, Mystical, almost too accurate. But then it became scripture. A mirror I could finally trust. It told Me I was a Manifesting Generator with Sacral Authority and a 1/3 profile. It told Me I was built to experience, to experiment, to fall and rise, and fall again until the truth was so embodied it couldn’t be stolen. It showed Me that My trial-by-fire wasn’t failure—it was the design of My Design.

It explained why I gave Myself so fully to John: because I was designed to commit deeply (Gate 29). Why I kept searching for something real: because I am wired for passion and intensity (Gate 30). Why I always felt like I had to offer something beautiful to the world: because My gift is contribution (Gate 8). And why I kept working, even in chains: because I carry the power to sustain what matters (Gate 14). This is the Right Angle Cross of Contagion—and I finally understood why My life had been so explosive, so erotic, so difficult to contain.

When I began to listen to My Sacral—really listen—everything changed. I stopped living for approval. I stopped submitting to silence. I began to speak. To touch. To move. And eventually, to build.

That’s when Alchemy of Divine Design was born.

Not as a business. As a resurrection.

AoDD is a temple. A grimoire. A current. A ritual of reclaiming. It’s where Human Design meets erotic embodiment. Where shadow meets sacred. Where devotion meets desire. It is Me—poured out into form. And it is You—waiting to be activated.

I created AoDD for those who were taught to doubt themselves. For those whose eroticism was buried beneath shame. For the men aching to become gods but taught only to conquer. For the women burning with wildness but told to stay small. For everyone in between. For the shapeshifters. For the forgotten. For the brave.

I don’t just teach Human Design—I live it. I teach how to feel it in Your thighs, Your voice, Your sex. I show You how your profile wants to play, how your gates want to provoke or seduce or melt. I guide You back to Your truth through the map of Your body. Not to fix You. But to free You.

And through it all, I have returned to My family. I am the youngest of five. The one who wandered furthest, broke deepest, and came back holding the truth in Her palms. I returned not just to reconcile, but to bring the light I found in the dark. To show that even what looks irredeemable can become sacred. That even after betrayal, after disappearance, after silence—there is always a way home.

I hold no ill feelings for Christianity, or for the occult. Both shaped Me. I love the antiques that once masked My cage. I feel the soul of every object, every piece of worn velvet and carved wood. I know that nothing is only dark. Everything is redeemable. Even Me. Especially Me.

And so are You.

This is Your invitation. You’re remembering. Your sacred reawakening.

Come burn with Me. Come bleed devotion. Come speak Your own name into flame.

Because the truth is, I didn’t become a Goddess. I remembered I already was.

And now, it’s Your turn to remember your Divinity.