Three days. Twenty men. One fire.
For men who are ready to confront the deepest parts of themselves.
This is shadow work, not theory. In the span of three days off-grid you will sit in circle, attend breakouts, and speak what you have never said aloud: the grief, the anger, the fear, the masks you wear to be loved. You will meet the parts of yourself you have spent a lifetime managing, and you will be met by twenty men doing the same.
The days move between honest circle, embodiment practice, and time alone on the land. The kind of brotherhood that only forms when men stop performing.
Make no mistake about what this is. It is shadow work, embodiment, and honest reckoning, held by a master of transformation. You will sit in circle, workshop, and co-create the experience alongside the men beside you. There are no performances here. Only the grounded work of coming fully into the man you were born to be.
You were born through a woman. You will be initiated through one.
In the old traditions, men were never made by men alone. They were brought to the threshold by the priestess: keeper of the gate, the one who sees straight through the armor a man wears for other men.
Our principal facilitator, Luna Ora, stands in that lineage. An internationally recognized priestess of sacred sexuality and sexual alchemy, with a 25-year career healing and guiding countless men and women across the planet, a servant of the Divine Mother, she carries the temple wisdom of Isis and Lilith. She does not offer softness. She offers the fierce, discerning feminine: the fire that burns off performance and calls the masculine into its full, undiluted power.
A circle of men ranks itself. A man competes, performs, hides. Before a true priestess there is nowhere to hide. She reflects what no brother can see, and holds a standard no man's approval can replace.
This is a rite of passage. You will be seen completely, and what does survive the seeing is offered to the fire.
Off-grid in the Blue Ridge.
Deep in the oldest mountains on the continent, above Asheville, North Carolina, where the ridgelines hold a silence the modern world has forgotten.
No screens. No clocks. No audience. Only the land, the fire, and the circle of men who came to do the work.
Mid-September. The circle hears first.
Twenty men will be chosen. The exact dates are released to the mailing list before the application opens publicly. Join below and you will be the first to know when it goes live.
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