When the veil thins and the night opens her mouth, some part of you knows it is time to descend.
A VIRTUAL retreat for the witch-souled wildling ready to enter her deepest knowing.
This is for the one whose bones ache to lay it all down.
The heavy mask. The endless carrying.
The weight of what has outlived its season.
✨ She is not seeking another task to complete.
✨ She wants to exhale what she has been holding.
✨ She wants to sink into the dark, let it cradle her, and trust the unraveling.
✨ She wants to feel the cool soil against her palms and the truth in her marrow.
✨ To loosen her grip, melt into mystery.
✨ To let the old burn to ash and make way for the next breath.
She is weary of wearing what no longer fits.
Of holding on out of habit.
Of moving through days without hearing her own pulse.
This is the release.
The surrender.
The soft and holy death that makes space for the life yet to come.
Rituals for the Fertile Dark
This is a shadow-soaked, bone-deep, soul-dripping SPELL of surrender.
A 4-day virtual sanctuary to unearth your truth, shed what no longer serves, and let yourself be held by the beauty of endings.
To strip away the masks and meet the marrow of who you are.
To honor the sweet death that clears the way for what is aching to be born.
This space is for you if…
You’ve done the inner work yet still feel tethered to what you’re ready to release
You crave depth and truth but feel like a stranger in your own skin
You are done pretending light without honoring the dark that shapes it
You long to be unraveled, not polished
You’re ready to walk through the veil and feel the potency of the liminal
You want to root into something ancient, real, and deeply felt
You’ve carried so much for so long and are finally ready to lay it down and rest in the fertile dark
The nights liminal. The air carries the scent of endings. The wheel turns toward the dark.
In times like these, we are taught to cling tighter. To push through. To keep carrying what has grown too heavy.
And so we let go of the very things that could hold us.
We trade rest for urgency.
We trade ritual for routine.
We trade the deep quiet of our inner knowing for the noise of a frantic world.
In doing so, we forget the holy art of release. We sever the ancient truth that death is not an ending, but a passage. That letting go is not weakness, but the way the soul makes space for what is next.
This retreat is a devotion to that passage.
A remembering that descent is not a fall—it is a cocoon.
A radical choosing to lay down what is no longer ours to carry, and to meet the fertile dark with open hands.
You do not have to wait for a brighter season to soften into yourself.
The dark can hold you. Now is the time.
What to Expect
Each day, you’ll be guided into the fertile dark with offerings that draw you deeper into your own body, breath, and becoming:
• Live and pre-recorded sessions from a tapestry of powerful facilitators
• Rituals of release, movement, and sensual practice to unbind what has grown too tight
• Ancestral remembrance, womb wisdom, and communion with the unseen
• Breath, voice, stillness, and the slow burn of erotic embodiment
This is a virtual temple for women ready to let what is dying, die—and to be nourished by the space it leaves behind.
We are not fleeing the dark. We are descending into it, to find what still glimmers there.
Daily Schedule
Friday, October 31
• Opening the Sensuous Threshold – Jessi Magick
• The Herbal Veil: Poison, Prophecy, & Plant Spirits of the Threshold – Steph Hardie
• Altar Building + Primal Dance Ritual – Courtney Henderson
Saturday, November 1
• Embers of the BoneWise – Jessi
• Reclamation in the Darkness Astrology – Erin Fitzpatrick
• Ghost Stories + Good Grief – Sam Mossy Goodlett
• Devotional Breathwork & Vocal Activation: Grief, Death and Rebirth – Fern Olivia Langham
Sunday, November 2
• Art + Sigil for the Void – Kaitlyn Zipp
• SomaSpell for the Beloved Dead – Jessi Magick
• Black Velvet Nurturance – Katie Young
All sessions will be held live on Zoom. Replays will be available.
This is a portal
It is a descent into the fertile marrow of your meaning making.
A bone-deep remembering of the sensuous cocoon your becoming requires.
A mosaic of shadow and sensation.
A tapestry woven with grief, beauty, and the lifeblood of legacy.
A hearth for those who are ready to shed what has withered and feed what still burns.
Your body is calling you home.
it is the lifeblood of your magick.
Your life is a finite, holy offering.
Let’s honor our beloved dead, the ancestors who prayed for the lives we now take for granted and all those yet to be born who will dance because we chose to.