Burn the Mask. Cook the Medicine.

The Cauldron path

We’ve spent lifetimes performing. The good girl. The mystic. The priestess. The over-giver. The achiever.The mask once kept us alive,
now it’s choking the soul.The Cauldron is calling five women to remember who they were before the masks...and to slowly cook their medicine over 13 weeks.We gather online, under the Full Moon in July.

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Why now

we go deeper

Pluto in Aquarius is ripping off collective masks; the year of the Snake is demanding we shed every skin that was never truly ours. Jupiter in Cancer begs us to feel the disenfranchised grief and come home to our so very unique selves. And as AI rises, mirroring our minds in code, we’re faced with a sacred question: What is left when everything can be imitated, except your essence?♒︎
I know this pattern intimately. Aquarius mind, Projector body, Cosmic Moon heart, and a clearly neurodivergent nervous system. That mix can feel like a gift from another world… and a burden in this one. For years, it meant chronic masking or soul-numbing dissociation. Not to mention the toxic shame. And it changed once I returned home, to the Cauldron.♒︎

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The cauldron symbol

The Cauldron isn’t just a symbol I chose. I truly believe it chose me. I began dreaming of making potions, sometimes alone, sometimes with other women. Then I found it again, in my Gene Keys. My Vocation Sphere is Gate 50, known as The Cauldron. My birth rune is Perthro, connected to this symbol as well..And there's a memory that lives deep in my bones. A winter evening in childhood, sitting around the open fire as the cauldron simmered, cooking something delicicious. It felt magical, ancestral. I didn’t know it then, but a part of me vowed to return.The Cauldron appears in many ancient traditions as the vessel of transformation. Not bypassing, not skipping steps. Slow, nourishing change.I've felt into how its a symbol for the stages of transformation, for the spiral of the heroines journey. From creating the stone circle, lightning the fire, creating the support system, all the way to choosing your ingredients. I was in awe.Lately, it’s been whispering to me:
"Call in the women who are ready to remember.”

the program

We begin in silence.There are ancestral stories waiting to be spoken, poems longing to be written, songs aching to be felt, and grief that needs to move through us. Still, we start here, in the quiet space where everything is already whole, already complete. This is the place beyond noise, performance, or doing. A place where we are both innocent and ancient, where truth returns the moment distraction dissolves.In a world where we’ve learned to perform to be seen, to contort ourselves to be accepted, to abandon ourselves to be loved - we choose something different. We do not silence our rage. That will have its place. But first, we rest in the void before creation. We pause to meet what is present without needing to fix it, explain it, or react. This is not about bypassing what hurts, but about slowing down enough to actually hear it.Silence is not emptiness, it’s the beginning. It’s the threshold where the parts of us that have been exiled, abandoned, or burdened finally have space to breathe. The parts that have held it all together for so long, through overthinking, through shame, through staying busy, start to soften. And when we finally sit in that stillness, we begin to hear the steady beat of our own hearts. Our first drum.This is also where we start to feel the byproudct of trauma, an unlived life. The dissociation, the paralysis, the constant striving for the next thing…one more retreat, one more ceremony, one more course that promises to give us what we think we’re missing. Sister, these are the anti-creation forces: the ones that keep us in cycles of waiting and distraction, rather than rooted in our own deep knowing. Sometimes even our spiritual path becomes another way to stay disconnected.But something different is possible.This year is a Serpent-Hermit initiation: the Snake in Chinese astrology, and the Hermit in the Tarot, the number 9 -the same number carried in my Dreamspell. It’s a year to shed old skins, to unplug from outer noise, to return to instinct. The Hermit doesn’t run away because she listens in the dark. She trusts the inner flame, the one only visible when the world goes quiet. You cannot hiss your medicine into the world if you haven’t first listened for it in silence.And in that silence, you begin to remember.You remember the burdened parts as protectors. You notice how dissociation has kept you in the past or spinning toward the future, never quite home in your body. You feel the longing to belong. The ache to return to something sacred and real. This is where the journey begins—not with action, but with awareness. With breath. With the courage to be with yourself, without distraction.The path of return is long. It sometimes takes lifetimes. And no one hands you a map. Even if many guides and healers project their own maps unto your process.That’s why we begin by spiritually preparing your own cauldron - your sacred vessel. Sister, you don’t need another system to follow. You need space to listen, to feel, to remember. The map will come as you walk. The medicine will come as you uncover it.And it all begins here.In silence.

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This isn’t a program. It’s a labyrinth were walking together sister. A place to burn the masks you didn’t even know you were wearing. A place where silence speaks, and your rage is holy.
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The Cauldron is for you if…⩠ You’ve been the Good Girl, the Spiritual One, the Safe One.
And you’re sick of it. You know there's more underneath the performance, but when you try to touch it, fear floods your system. This space isn’t about becoming more spiritual. It’s about becoming more real.⩠ You’ve read all the books, pulled the cards, tracked your cycles…
But still feel disconnected from your body. You crave something primal, poetic, and practical, where your healing isn’t just discussed, but embodied. Felt. Cooked.⩠ You’re scared of silence but more scared of staying numb.
You know that quiet isn’t emptiness, it’s where the real stuff lives. You’re ready to stop escaping through “doing” and finally let your body speak.⩠ You feel your medicine inside...but can’t quite access it.
You know you’re here for something. You’ve tried to name it, a course, a book, a circle, but every time you move forward, fear pulls you back. The Cauldron gives you the space, structure, and soul witness to remember.⩠ You’re allergic to spiritual performance.
You’ve seen too many priestesses bypass trauma. Too many coaches mask wounds with aesthetics. You want to unmask, not ascend. To get in the dirt. To build something sacred from your pain.⩠ You’re on a mythic feminine path, even if you don’t have the words. You feel ancient things stirring. You dream of snakes, blood, caves. You carry a lineage of women who had to pretend,and you’re ready to be the one who stops pretending.⩠ You want to be witnessed, not fixed. You’re not looking for another teacher with a formula. You want someone to sit with you in the dark, speak the language of your silence, and walk beside you as you unearth your way.

we are ready for

the cauldron path

If this speaks to you, if something in your bones whispers yesss -you’re invited to apply. Spaces are intentionally limited to preserve the depth and intimacy of the circle. And there is an application process. We begin on 11.7. at the full moon.

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Thank you

Thank you for being here.
For reading this far, for feeling the call, for daring to remember a part of yourself that may have been quiet for a long time. It’s an honor to walk this spiral path beside you-no masks, no hierarchy, just truth. May this be the beginning of something ancient and new.