You know the threshold.

The nights lengthen, the air stills, and something inside you begins to loosen —
not as collapse, but as a widening dark womb.
A velvet-black cavern where the Mother’s breath gathers,
where something ancient is cupping your ribs
and beckons you down, deeper, further in.

You sense the hum of the underworld season.
The way the world insists on bright lights, loud parties, forced cheer,
while your body — honest, obedient to nature —
wants only to dim the lamps,
crawl into blankets,
and surrender to the luminous quiet.

Still, you try.
Every year.
You plaster on gratitude,
arrive to festivities like you’re supposed to,
attempt to match the world’s manic joy.
But the truth comes anyway —
your Inner Scrooge slipping in like a shadow through the side door,
a reminder that the season has its own agenda for you.

Because you were never meant to rise right now.
You were meant to descend.

You sense a pull toward something greater, older, holy —
but no one taught you how to navigate the Mystery
without being swallowed by it.

And so winter becomes a place you move through alone:
the isolation, the thinning vitality,
the trembling sensation of losing yourself in the dark months.

What you crave is not more light —
but a way to enter the dark on purpose.
To gather in a circle where the shadows are warm,
where the night becomes womb instead of void,
where the gothic beauty of winter — the hush, the heaviness, the hidden wonders —
is not something to manage but something to lie inside of.

You’re here because the old coping patterns aren’t enough anymore.
Because the pretense of celebration chafes.
Because something in you wants to be held, humbled, quieted,
swaddled in dark velvet and guided into the Mystery
rather than left alone in it. 

You’re here because your soul is pulling you back to the Mother —
to descend, to listen, to rest,
to be devoured by the very darkness you’ve been taught to resist.

Across three nights — Gather · Descend · Beyond — you’re guided through rituals and channeled teachings that restore your energy, illuminate your inner world, and teach you how to rest inside the season’s living darkness.

THIS IS WHERE WINTER MAGICK BECOMES TRANSMISSION AND THE MYSTICAL COMES INTO FORM THROUGH THE BODY.

Inside this descent, you will...

🜃 Build a spiritual chamber strong enough to carry you forward

Stand inside a boundary so clean and luminous the dark becomes a cradle, not a threat.

Through Western esoteric ritual, we draw a radiant perimeter around your body —
slow, deliberate, devotional lines of light forming themselves
like candle fire tracing the arches of a nocturnal chapel.
And as the light settles around you,
your descent becomes held, softened,
and pulled into the deep, earthen warmth beneath everything.

🜁 Receive winter’s truth in language only darkness remembers

Let the season speak to you in the voice it reserves for those willing to sit in the dark.

Mythic story guided by the stars, spoken in a room touched by shadows,
slips into your system like warm breath on a chilled window.
The story gathers in you — not as information, but as atmosphere —
settling into your inner cathedral the way incense settles into ancient stone,
quietly rearranging your inner world until the season makes sense in your bones
and your body knows how to move with winter instead of against it.

🜂 Restore the amber fire in the quiet hearth beneath your ribs

Sense warmth return to the parts of you that have been quietly going without.

Through ancient Eastern medicine practices, life-force begins to pool again
in the deep, quiet wells at your back.
Your back loosens, your breath deepens,
and your inner glow rekindles with that soft, amber warmth
that only winter’s stillness can awaken.

🜄 Enter the womb that devours what was never broken

Let a sacred presence older than scripture open the quietest doors of your heart.

A Dark Mother sermon pours through the dark like ruby-bright wine,
rich and warm, touched with mystery —
cosmology, apocrypha, and the moonlit wisdom of the Dark Feminine
braiding themselves into a current that opens the guarded places in you,
softening what has been armored,
and returning you to an ancient devotion in your blood.

🜃 Illuminate the power within without forcing it outward

Some lights only reveal themselves when the world grows silent enough to hear them.

Devotional embodiment quiets the ache in your field as your body unwinds,
a quiet inner light revealing itself —
a velvet-warm hollow behind your sternum
where your own luminous connection begins to stir,
gathering itself in the dark.

🜁 Let your unseen voice emerge wild as prophecy

The deepest truths arrive like a whisper in an empty chapel.

Writing as spiritual practice awakens your inner language,
words surfacing with the soft inevitability of rising smoke.
This is not journaling;
it is revelation in ink form —
intimate, tender, your own gospel.

🜂 Three days held by three powerful priestesses

Be unmade gently. Be remade slowly. Be returned luminous.

Across three live gatherings — Descend, Illuminate, Gather —
you are led by an oracle of the body, a translator of the mythic, and a minister of magick,
each opening a different chamber of the mystery,
each tending a different thread of your return.

🜄A winter circle that keeps vigil with you

Some thresholds can only be crossed with witnesses.

You’ll have access to an online community portal before we descend
and again after we return —
a warm, ember-lit space for companionship, reflection, and integration.
(No portal during the descent — the womb stays sealed.)
A place to rest your softness,
to be seen,
and to emerge from the dark more whole.

THIS WORK IS NOT CONCEPTUAL, DECORATIVE, OR "RITUAL-FOR-AMBIANCE" — IT CAME FROM OUR LIVES BEING SPLIT OPEN.

Every practice inside this descent is one we, your facilitators, had to lean on in the seasons that cracked us open and rearranged us from the inside out.

And they did not simply comfort us — they awakened a deeper power in us that only the dark could teach.

These are the exact technologies that the three of us — priestess, oracle, minister — have relied on to move through winters of the body, spirit, and life itself. 

These are the practices that rebuilt Rosa’s capacity when her system was collapsing under visibility and motherhood and growth; the practices that the practices that coaxed her creativity back when her voice went dark and helped her build a business from devotion instead of depletion.

These are the technologies that carried Eve through identity-deaths and mythic initiations; the practices that sharpened her intuition, rewired her spiritual sight, reoriented her path, and expanded her work into something unmistakably aligned with the blueprint she crossed the veil carrying.

These are the rituals that steadied Teri through the thresholds she walked in hospice, grief, ministry, and magick; the practices that taught her how to hold life and death in the same breath, and how to lead without losing her softness.

The practices inside EARTH are the same ones that pulled our leadership deeper into our bodies, carved out our callings, stretched our visibility into something impossible to look away from, and rooted our work so it could grow without hollowing us out.

Because we learned:

When the inner structure changes, your voice changes.
Your work changes.
Your relationships change.
Your life changes.

The descent into the dark season becomes ones that builds you, matures you, strengthens you,
and prepares you for a life far larger — and far truer — than the one you entered with.

THERE'S UNDERSTANDING THAT CAN ONLY BE FOUND WHEN YOU ENTER THE FERTILE SOIL.

IMPORTANT TO NOTE (PLEASE READ)

This is a live, three-day initiation — this is not a casual drop-in. Once we cross the threshold on December 19th, the container seals —
no recordings, no mid-way arrivals, no "doing the work later," and no communication in our online portal during the descent into the dark.

We ask only those who are called to a true three-day journey —
one that unfolds inside two live gatherings and in the comfort of the offline guided hours — to enter.
You will receive practices, guidance, and resources to carry you through the Solstice period itself,
so the descent continues to work through your body, breath, and inner world long after each night’s closing flame.

OUR THREE DAYS TOGETHER

DAY 1 - GATHER

FRIDAY, DECEMBER 19TH | PRE-DESCENT GATHERING, 2-4PM PT

We enter the circle, strike the first spark, and open the field that will hold your descent.
A boundary of light is drawn around you — clean, deliberate, protective — so the dark becomes sanctuary instead of overwhelm.
Your system begins to settle, your breath deepens, and the noise of the world falls away.
You meet the other souls descending with you, and the night ahead starts to listen.
This is where you learn how to step into the dark safely — held, witnessed, and wrapped in something ancient.

DAY 2 - DESCEND

SATURDAY , DECEMBER 20TH | SELF-GUIDED MAPPED DESCENT

We go down into the quiet layers beneath your ribs — the inner hearth where warmth returns and the body begins to remember itself.
With the materials as your lantern, you follow the threads inward at your own pace — listening, sensing, letting the dark show you what it has been carrying for you.
The season reveals its teachings through story, breathwork, slow devotional movement, and practices that soften the places that have been clenched for months.
Your life-force gathers in deeper wells.
Your inner light stirs in the dark.
A hush opens inside your chest where insight arrives the way water meets soil — naturally, without forcing.
This is the heart of the descent — mythic, somatic, elemental — where winter speaks to you, and you beign to understand it.

DAY 3 - BEYOND

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 21ST | POST-DECENT MASS, 8AM-10AM PT

We cross into the holy chamber of the third day — where descent becomes direction.
We meet again after your solitary passage, not to close the journey, but to help you read what the dark has begun to write in you.
A red-lit teaching awakens the places that have been waiting beneath the surface, and your own voice rises with the first language of the season — the kind that only comes once you’ve walked through the quiet on your own.
You leave not “finished,” but attuned — steadier in your body, clearer in your sensing, lit from within in a way that can carry you through the rest of winter’s arc.
This is where you step back into the world holding a magick that will keep unfolding long after we part, the first ember of a flame meant to guide you through the months ahead.

Materials are introduced Thursday morning — to open the gates, set your altar, and map the journey your body will take into the longest night.

This is for you if…

→ You can’t bear the idea of spending another holiday season performing brightness.

The forced cheer, the glittering rush, the ringing bells — it grates against your nerves and pulls you further from yourself every year.

→Your body wants dimness, blankets, hush — the holy dark you’ve been too busy to enter.

You can sense something ancient in you asking for stillness, asking to be met rather than managed.

→You crave a deep, almost ravenous pull toward darkness — not as danger, but as nourishment.

A hunger to descend into the places that hold truth, memory, and the wisdom you can only hear when the light goes quiet.

→You don’t want to make the descent alone.

Something in you wants witnesses, warmth, companionship — circle that knows how to walk slowly into the Mystery with you.

→You’re ready to be held instead of holding everything.

Ready for the exhale you’ve postponed. Ready to rest inside something sacred enough to receive you.

→You’re secretly thrilled by the idea of entering the season's chamber with guides who know how to walk there.

Priestesses who read the dark like scripture, who carry the initiatory threads, who know how to open the quiet without letting you lose yourself in it.

If your bones long for quiet
and your spirit longs for depth,
this descent is the one your winter has been asking for.