The Erotic Mourner
Magdalene Grief & Rebirth Portal
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The Erotic Mourner is a companion for your darkest hours and your deepest rites of return.
It is a consecrated blend created not to fix or soothe your pain, but to guide you through it with devotion, dignity, and embodied reverence. This oil is for the woman who no longer numbs. Who no longer waits for grief to end before she begins again. Who knows her resurrection starts here, in the full-bodied surrender to what aches.
Sacred Energetics of the Oil
Moon Phase: This oil was ritualized on the Feast Day of Mary Magdalene, under her watchful, sensual, sorrowful gaze. Not as the saint sanitized by scripture, but as the holy woman who touched the dying body of god. Who anointed the wounds. Who wept beside the tomb and still chose to live. Who understood that to mourn erotically is to let life and death pulse in the same body.
Plant & Resin Allies: Hibiscus, Myrrh, Passionflower, Black Cohosh, Rose, and Valerian. Each herb was chosen for its alignment with grief alchemy, womb remembrance, and erotic resurrection through the descent.
How to Anoint with The Erotic Mourner
Use this oil when you want to amplify attraction, confidence, and command. Suggested uses:
Before leaving the house, place on your:
Womb: as a remembrance of your creative fire after loss
Throat : to speak, weep, moan, or sing your way through grief
Heart: to soften around what still hurts
Lips: to kiss the grief, to whisper truth, to reclaim longing
Inner Thighs & Breasts: to awaken sacred touch and erotic aliveness without shame
How to Work with This Oil
Use this oil when:
• You are grieving someone, a career, or some former version of yourself
• You feel raw, cracked open, undone, and are ready to let the ache be sacred
• You are reclaiming sensuality after trauma, heartbreak, or spiritual collapse
• You are journeying through womb healing, plant medicine, or shadow integration
• You are walking the Magdalene path as both erotic and holy, sacred and scarred
Invocation: “ I am the one who anoints what has died. I kiss the wound open.
I hold the body of what was, and I do not flinch.
I am Magdalene.
My grief is holy.
I allow my pain to be sacred.
I reclaim my sensuality not in spite of what has broken,
but because I have felt it all.”
