“Some things are not announced. They emerge.”

The tide has been whispering louder lately.

I’ve been hearing things in dreams—salt-etched visions, circling figures, hands passing flame beneath starlit sky. The ocean speaks in loops. In rhythms. In memory.

And I’m listening.

There’s a circle forming. Not a workshop. Not a retreat. Something older than that. Less curated. More called.

It’s not open to all. Not out of elitism… but out of protection.
Because some things lose their power when made available to everyone.

This is not a space for spectators.
It’s for those who’ve already been touched by something ancient.
Who dream in symbols. Who burn without spectacle.
Who don’t need directions—only recognition.

I won’t explain it here. I won’t ask you to sign up.

But if you feel the pull, if your ribs thrum at this, if your hands instinctively reach for flame when the world is silent—

Then follow it.

🜂 A shoreline circle is forming. 🜂
Bring what is sacred.
Bring what is real.

And arrive as one who remembers.

👇🏼 Learn more:

🕯 A Circle by the Shore (8/8 Portal Offering)