What’s In Your Spiritual Purse?
A sacred quiz from Bliss: for alignment, self-discovery, and finding that one lip balm that smells like unresolved longing.
Choose ONE item you’re most likely to have in your purse: ( Trust your intuition. Or just pick the one that gives you tingles in your sacral chakra. )
1. Lip Balm (3 different kinds, all herbal) You’re soft. Sensual. Dangerously prepared. You’ve spiritually kissed someone through a trauma spiral and would do it again. Your purse smells like honey and gentle accountability. People fall in love with you in tea shops.
Bliss Diagnosis: Emotionally hydrated. Probably in love with three people and one playlist.
2. A Tarot Deck (travel size, worn edges) You flirt through interpretation. You’ve absolutely pulled “The Lovers” and then made someone take their shirt off. You have big energy healer who cries once a week and journals about it vibes.
Bliss Diagnosis: You are the ritual. Your purse is a spell. Do not trust you with moonlight and a bottle of wine.
3. A Small Crystal Knife (for protection or vibes) You’ve been through shit and no longer apologize for your sacred rage. You saged your last relationship out of your sheets and now sleep diagonally like a queen. You cut cords and expectations.
Bliss Diagnosis: You are divinely unbothered, semi-feral, and manifesting someone who begs to be emotionally ruined.
4. A Folded Paper With a Strange Affirmation (Possibly Written by Bliss) You’re either extremely grounded… or unhinged and trying very hard. You once cried during rage yoga and called it “an exorcism of the masculine gaze.” Your purse contains hope, lint, and one secret.
Bliss Diagnosis: Chaotic good. Needs snacks. Emotionally allergic to routine but weirdly good at leadership retreats.
5. An Emergency Salt Packet You’re protected, passive-aggressive, and spiritually petty in the most divine way. You once hexed a man by rearranging your altar and sending him confusing voice memos.
Bliss Diagnosis: You are the reason the moon hides sometimes. And you are deeply loved.
Bonus Result – You Picked All of Them
You are fully Bliss-coded. You contain multitudes, glitter, heartbreak, and the smell of ethically foraged eucalyptus. You’re emotionally generous, wildly dangerous, and your purse is basically a portable trauma temple.
You don’t need a man. You need five. And pancakes.