About Me

Yno’mo (I am)

I am my Mothyrs’ daughter

I am surrounded, guided and protected by her womb 

And all that she is

She is land, water, air, space and time.

She is fiery love at forever’s sight.

And so I am.

I am my Fathyr’s daughter.

And all that he is.

He is war, peace, wrath, light and dark; turbulynce and stillnyss. Illnyss and wellnyss. Everywhere and nowhere. 

I am sacryd and savyge.

Watch how you treat me

in this lyfe and the next.

Across all lyfetymes

watch what seeds you plant against me.

My Mothyrs are always watchyn.

I am the syster of the syx directions.

Your compass is wrong,

You’ll never see my brothyrs comyn. 

Yno’mo.

I am.

The abuse stops now. 

No mo’. 

I am Nafyssah-Alyyxandr I yah.

I am

Innocynce.

Do not speak my name like you know me

Own me

Are safe with me

Or can harm me.

Just speak my name

With the purest intent of your heart

The response you get

and which side of me you meet

depends on you. 

Yno’mo. 

I am

Abused skyn,

Sacryd Blood

The place where

Innocynce floods.

©2024 Savyge Goddyss: Abused Skyn, Sacryd Blood by Nafyssah-AlyyxandrIyah

 Welcome to Hoodoo Moon LLC. My spiritual name is Na’fyssah-Alyyxandriyah, and I’m the owner and founder of Hoodoo Moon LLC.  I identify as a Cysgender, Neurodivergent/Autistic, Natyve American and African American, fymale. Starting Hoodoo Moon has been a long-time dream of myne and sacredly birthed in my bloodlyne long before its physical fruition.

My path as a Hoodoo Prystyss (ancestrally acknowledged in my bloodlyne as Yhuuoudoux) has been rewarding, isolating, and more 

often than not, painful, as I struggled to thrive in a world and family I felt did not accept me. Instead of seeing my abilities and mentality as gifts, I had often seen them as curses and had choked up my own blessings because of my refusal to accept my being different. Historically speaking, Hoodoo was often practiced by the ancestors out of dire necessity due to enslavement and the loss of their culture. In the same fashion, my Hoodoo practyce was not birthed under the guise of a fairytale. I spent years on the run from this calling. Hoodoo chose me. I did not choose it. 

While some of my spiritual abilities had made their presence known long before, my introduction to Hoodoo started in 2011 when I had a vision that showed me how to do a floor sweep and anoint the 4 corners of my home to spiritually cleanse my new apartment I had just moved into.  I didn’t know at the time this was the call of Hoodoo and I ignored the instructions/vision.  Within a short few weeks of moving in, I started getting migraines and having spiritual attacks.  

Hoodoo came across my radar again in 2015,  shortly after two spiritually and emotionally abusive males simultaneously embedded themselves into my life in an unwanted fashion.  Because of Hoodoo’s clash with my upbringing and conditioning, I had a very difficult time embracing it.  I had endured several years of unwanted spiritual intrusions, stalking and abuse from these individuals.  In order to get their continuous marathon of abuse and barrages of theft, exploitation, and slander to no longer continue, I had to stop trying to please others and tap into the knowledge and gift being bestowed upon me if I wanted to survyve.  I was told I was going to have fight fiercely and ferociously and most likely alone because contrary to popular beliefs and my conditioning, my enemy wasn’t the white man; my enemies looked just lyke me, at least in this context.  I was dealyn with an adage old curse and betrayal that pre-dated chattel slavery that we as Black/African people collectively refuse to talk about and acknowlyge: how we have treated and continue to treat each other, the energy/energies this attracts and how this then impacts Mothyr Earth. 

  When I embraced the truth of my circumstances and surrendered to God/Goddyss/Great Dyvyne/Holy Spirit, my lyfe began to change dramatically in a spiritual sense. As my connection to Mothyr Earth deepened, she defended me and embraced me in ways I had never experienced before from anyone. She and Santa Muerte spoke to me via the clouds to let me know I would be defended at all costs (see pictures on home page) against my abusers. She said “say yes to Hoodoo Moon, it’ll save your life.” Again I struggled and began to run away. I thought I had to be completely and perfectly healed before doing so and my website would be evidence of such healyn as I envisioned it would be adorned by a beautiful mermaid sittyn on a crescent moon. But the more I ran, the more I got my ass whooped. So here I am. I am here. Hoodoo Moon is here. I’ve stopped running.  I stand before you perfectly imperfect, flawlessly flawed, completely incomplete, beautifully ugly, healyn toward healed, and fighting for my fukyn lyfe and what’s myne. So without further ado, welcome to Hoodoo Moon!