Liberate:
The Oracle Deck
A sacred rebellion for good girls gone glorious.
You know how to make things beautiful.
You know how to create magic — homes that glow, children who thrive, calendars filled with the right things, the right faces, the right life.
And everyone says how lucky you are.
How blessed.
How perfect it all seems.
You are grateful.
Of course you are.
You have built something worthy and real.
And yet — quietly, beneath the gratitude, something else stirs.
A pulse.
A longing.
A whisper that says:
"There’s more meant for me."
Sometimes it catches you off-guard, this aching tenderness.
Sometimes it makes you feel guilty, as if wanting more is some kind of betrayal.
But darling — it’s not betrayal.
It’s life waking up inside you again.
It’s your body remembering she was made for more than duty, more than appearances, more than quiet endurance.
You have not failed.
You are not broken.
You are simply standing at the threshold of your own becoming —
and the ache you feel is the first sacred sign that you are ready to come home to yourself.
Liberate: The Oracle Deck
is your invitation back to the places inside you that have never stopped dreaming.
44 lush, living cards — each one a kiss on your wrist, a permission slip tucked into your palm, a doorway into the life you secretly long for.
Because your desires are holy.
Because your hunger is a prayaer.
Because you were never meant to survive a beautiful life —
you were meant to be ravished by it.
It’s for you if...
There are moments you can’t explain —
a flicker of envy when you see a woman laughing too loudly,
moving too freely, wearing her life like a second skin.
You feel a pull that has no name —
a stirring deep in your chest,
a restless ache that curls through your quiet hours,
soft and steady.
You catch yourself wondering what it might feel like —
to say exactly what you want,
to move through a room as if the air itself belonged to you,
to live unbuttoned, unburdened, undeniable.
There are mysterious longings roaming through your mind —
unspoken, half-formed, glimmering just beyond the edges of your everyday life —
and even when you try to turn away,
they stay with you,
patient and true.
Liberate: The Oracle Deck is for you, beloved —
for the woman who feels the pulse of her own untold story,
beating just beneath the surface,
alive and waiting,
calling her home.
About the Creator
Hey love,
I’m Michelle. Artist. Mentor. Space-holder.
Deep-sea diver of the feminine psyche.
This deck was born from late-night whispers and early morning revelations — created for women like you. Women who live polished lives, who have mastered the art of holding it all together, but inside, there's a low hum… the whisper of something more.
You know what I mean.You are the woman who has done everything right — the good wife, the good mother, the competent professional.
You look like you have it all, and maybe you do — but secretly, you’re craving something wild, something forbidden, something deeply yours.
This deck isn’t just a tool — it’s your ride-or-die bestie. She sees through your perfect smile, feels the tightness in your jaw, and still loves you wildly. She’s here to remind you that your mess isn’t the end of the story — it’s the portal.
You are not broken, you are becoming. And you don’t have to do it alone.
This Deck & The Naked Man Project
This deck is part of The Naked Man Project — a soul-led journey that started when I noticed I could draw a man without ever really seeing his genitals. That gap — that blind spot — became a doorway.
So I began drawing 100 men, not to objectify, but to meet the places in me that couldn’t look, couldn’t feel, couldn’t acknowledge. And from that practice, something unexpected emerged: a wild reclamation. A liberation through drawing, through presence, through embracing the hidden and the taboo. Not just in men. In me.
In all of us.This deck holds that same frequency. Of turning toward the places we've exiled. Of saying yes to what’s been locked away in shame. Of permission — deep, embodied, fuck-it-all permission — to be the full, radiant, complex, desiring human you are.
It’s an invitation home. Not to perfection. But to truth.
Let’s play.
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