
Initiation Portals
The Call and the Descent.
Waters in the great cauldron of life are being stirred. The Grandmothers are whispering. Spirit is calling.
Our ears to the ground, our noses to the wind, praying to the four directions, singing to the moon, warming the ashes in the central fire pit.
The door to initiation, is opening.
We, who have been down this road and through these portals, understand the grit, determination, integrity, and devotion it takes to stay connected to your longing to make it through the journey.
In asking hard questions, taking the time to sit with deep self-inquiry, cleaning up messes from our youth and ancestors, and addressing what we have taken on that may no longer serve, we learn how to stand upright and come into alignment with Spirit, with this Earth, and with our own Soul.
We aim to bring in lasting grounding, balance, and harmony through deep ally-ship from Spirit.
We delve into our ancestral connection, working in the landscape of ceremony, creating profound connections to wildness and the still places, and adopting daily practices.
We create support structures with elders, peers, aunties, and anchor systems that cultivate long-term relationships, which inherently build community.
This is an invitation through a portal, a proposal dropping at your feet: commitment to the preparation of FOUNDATIONS, followed by an INITIATION journey.
Reciprocity to the land, spirits, and people who are aiding you; relationship with your ancestors and the land you are sitting on; and a willingness to be in deep ceremony are all central to this endeavor.
The Call and The Descent signify two important life stages:
Adolescent Rites—what we call the Blood Rites—in the FOUNDATIONS journey.
Adulthood Initiation—what we call the Creation Rites—in the INITIATION journey.
Foundations
Initiations

All the “not readies,” all the “I need time,” are understandable, but only for a short while. The truth is that there is never a “completely ready,” there is never a really “right time.” As with any descent to the unconscious, there comes a time when one simply hopes for the best, pinches one’s nose, and jumps into the abyss.
—Clarissa Pinkola Estes