What’s Real Dirty Sacred?
Welcome!
So what is Real Dirty Sacred?
It originated as advice.
Like when you ask your bestie to give it straight up, nice, or Oprah. Depending on your current state of mind.
Short-form version. How would you like it served:
Real dirty or sacred?
That’s the conversation here. Sometimes, you’re working on yourself; sometimes, you just need to slide past the woo and go full-on locker room talk. It’s a mood ring vibe, and as mood rings go…they change with the person.
But it goes beyond advice. It’s a discussion, a relating, and a meeting of like minds.
It turns out there were lots of people who were on the same wavelength. We land somewhere between Cosmopolitan and O Magazine.
Carrie Bradshaw, if she had an awakening.
Real Dirty Sacred is not for everyone. It’s for the spiritual human with a jagged edge.
What the F does that mean?
Well, it’s not an outfit or a look. It’s not punk rock yoga (does that exist, and where’s the sign-up?). There is no required attire for this. While some spiritual practices can have a “look” to them, this is not retaliation in the opposite direction. If you pass us on the street, you might not even know we are seekers.
It’s not rebellion. Yet it is.
It’s not funny, but there’s always a laugh.
And it’s not bad, good, or a fad.
It just is.
You just know if it fits—it is, or it isn’t.
Perfection doesn’t exist here. There is no proper “way” to wake up. If you swear, fine. If you’ve messed up manifesting, join the party. No manners are necessary. And if you feel lost, confused, or just can’t get “life right,” you’re in the right place. We use words like karma, reincarnation, and shadow. We ask about your human design” and your sun, moon, and ascendant because it’s who we are and how we speak; it is infused in us.
We discuss dating, rage, and the love we can’t kick.
We ponder purpose and shame and getting “it” wrong.
We call in aliveness, fun, and the dream we can’t shake.
It’s the space where you can just be yourself. It’s a judgment-free zone.
We’re happy you’re here.
XO