The Distorted Feminine: Archetypes of Power, Beauty & Control
The Enchantress of Praise
She lives for adoration. She tailors her message to what will get the most applause. You’ll never hear her say what’s true—only what’s popular. Her medicine is sugar-coated poison: beautiful words with no frequency behind them. She collects followers like trophies but cannot stand alone in stillness. She siphons energy by being worshipped.
The Wounded Oracle
She tells you she sees all. She cries on cue. She speaks in tongues and light codes, but can’t hold a human conversation. She uses spiritual language to manipulate emotion and bypass her own pain. She siphons energy through pity and spiritual superiority.
The Plastic Priestess
Her temple is the surgeon’s table. Her altar is the selfie cam. She has mastered the modern glamour spell: Photoshop, Botox, and the seductive frequency of “perfection.” She says it’s about empowerment—but her frequency says it’s about control. She siphons energy through comparison and false beauty codes.
The High-Priced Healer
She sells salvation in six-week packages. She posts just enough wisdom to lure you in—then upsells the real “activation.” She’ll mirror your wounds, tell you it’s your fault, then charge you for the cure. She siphons energy through spiritual capitalism and disempowerment.
The Sexual Siren
She says she’s embodying the divine feminine. But her essence is dripping with distortion. She weaponizes sexuality to gain power. Her codes don’t liberate—they bind. She siphons energy through lust and entanglement. But beneath the soft tones and flowing silks lies a current of distortion.
The Mirror Witch
She reflects back what you want to see. She studies your wounds, then becomes your fantasy. Her power lies in illusion, not embodiment. When the mirror cracks, you’ll see she was only ever a projection. She siphons energy through identity mimicry and emotional entanglement.
Unmasking the Feminine Field
Some dark priestesses carry multiple archetypes.
These are not just people. These are archetypes—programs that run through the collective feminine field.
And if you’ve ever played one of these roles, you’re not bad. You’re not evil.
You’re waking up. But to wake up, we must name the mask.
We must see how ancient glamour magick still lives—now hidden behind filters, Instagram captions, and “high vibrational” branding.
So we can stop being fooled.
So we can stop siphoning each other.
So we can return to truth.