Welcome, dear alchemist.

Whether you landed here by curiosity, exhaustion, or divine accident — I’m glad you came.

The Alchemist’s Journal was born as a sanctuary for truth-telling, soul-clearing, and sacred remembering.

Not the filtered kind of truth — the real kind.

The messy, holy, contradictory stuff of being human with a tender spirit in a complicated world.

I’ve lived through identity death, spiritual burnout, and the long ache of rebirth.

I’ve felt like a priestess with no temple, a soul tender with no words, a woman who forgot how to want.

But I’ve also known the power of laughter in the dark, pleasure as medicine, and spirit speaking through the body when the mind gave up.

This space holds both the written and the spoken — Stories, spells, and soulful provocations in The Alchemist’s Journal...

And raw, real conversations over on the Reality Check My Life podcast — where we say the quiet parts out loud and laugh in the face of the abyss.

This is a journal of that journey.

Of all the ways we fall apart and find ourselves again.

Of how love — radical, embodied, divine love — is still the root of it all.

If you’re here, you’re probably in the middle of something big.

Maybe your life doesn’t fit anymore.  Maybe your old tools stopped working.  Maybe you’re finally ready to stop apologizing for who you are.

I won’t promise answers.

But I’ll offer stories. Invitations. Laughter. Presence.

And the reminder that you’re not crazy — just waking up.

So, grab a cup of something warm.   Take off the mask.   Let’s transmute some things together.

 

With wild grace,

Mad Madam Gin