The Truth Behind The Pussy Oracle, Part II

The Death, The Journey & The Rebirth

You know when something wants to be born through you and you can feel it… but life’s like, “Not yet, babe”? That was The Pussy Oracle for me. She was ready before I was.

The deck had whispered her name years earlier,  but I was still tangled in stories that weren’t mine to carry. Stories of abuse, manipulation and self-betrayal that had wrapped themselves around my nervous system like vines.

So she waited patiently for me to come back to her at the aligned timing. The journey back to me After leaving an emotionally abusive relationship, I packed up the car, took Finn and drove from the south of The Netherlands to the north on pure intuition. She whispered about our new home and I listened. This journey was about so much more than just my intuition helping me find our new home. With every km I left behind old stories and pieces of me. The stories of business success build on energies of survival, love from emptiness and trading my softness for false safety. So, I drove and every kilometer peeled away another layer of “good girl” patriarchal conditioning. Until I started hearing my own frequency again. She brought me to my knees and I had to get brutally honest with myself: Where had I been selling tiny pieces of my soul for love, for approval and for money? And did I still believe I had to suffer to be powerful? (That last one hit hard. Spoiler: I did.) Love, life and the return of the OracleOnly weeks after I found the home and could finally feel in my body (aka from softness and not the mind) that I could be perfectly happy on my own with Finn,  life happened in the most unexpected, miraculous way.

I met my husband. The kind of love that doesn’t need performance. In his arms I could just be. Our love goes many lives back. And with him, came the next chapter of my life.

We got pregnant. As our beautiful baby girl grew inside me, the Pussy Oracle returned. And this time she stayed. I could feel her cards arriving as if they were memories waking up. Forty-four of them, birthing through me step by step. 

Her energy moved through my body as I grew life inside of it.  It was the most magical, sacred and “beauty in perfect stillness” period of my life. I felt like the chicken sitting on the eggs of my own creation. The initiation of loss And then… she left. Our daughter was stillborn. Even now, two years later, those words always open my heart. Because how do you write about something that broke your heart and somehow didn’t kill you?

Her death was my deepest initiation. Through her, I met every version of myself I had tried to skip. The one that controlled, manipulated and over-gave. The one that somehow had forgotten she could simply be held by life.

Her pregnancy opened my heart and her stillbirth fused it with my power. That’s when I learned the truth: Pussy Power without Heart becomes control. And an open heart without Pussy Power will always collapse. The moment a woman’s open heart is connected with her pussy, is the moment her magic becomes unbreakable and unstoppable. The rebirth After losing her, I stopped chasing anything that didn’t feel real. I stopped performing to be liked and I stopped selling my soul for success. I started letting life hold me and that’s when the Oracle started to take form.

Not as a brand, nor as an offer but as an embodied remembrance. The same transmission I wanted to gift every woman who would buy The Pussy Oracle. 

Each card became a whisper between worlds, both spiritual and practical. This has always been what people appreciated in my work as well throughout the years. 

The Pussy Oracle isn’t light and fluffy. She’s honest. She’s raw. And she calls you into your own power and won’t let you look away. What this part means for youGrief is the ultimate portal. It strips everything that isn’t true and what remains is pure gold. If you’ve ever lost someone, an important identity or something like a business that once felt like home and thought you’d never feel whole again, remember this: you’re not broken. You’re initiated to reclaim your power from an open heart. 

And somewhere underneath the ache, there’s a new rhythm waiting to rise. The Oracle waited for me and maybe she’s waiting for you too.

Save this for when you’re walking through your own rebirth. And if you want to hold a piece of this remembrance in your hands, meet The Pussy Oracle Deck cindystal.com/thepussyoracle