FULL WOMAN:

The  Retreat

August 8-11th, 2025

Wimberley, TX

EARLY FLAME KEEPER EXCHANGE:

$150 off for the first 5 women who commit

$250 off for all initiates of Renaissance Mystery School

If you’re anything like me, you are a woman who grew up believing that being full of yourself was wrong.

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You were taught to be humble, to be selfless, to be meek, quiet, desire-less. You won the people pleasing olympics and got 10 million gold stars for never stepping on anyones toes ever.

 When you saw another woman audaciously expressing herself, embodying her sexuality, seducing the air with her infectious spirit - instead of being filled with inspiration and possibility - you’d compare yourself to her, put her in the burn book, cringe, call her witch, call her scary demon lady, call her narcissist, make her wrong.

 At the time you didn’t know it, but you grew up in a system that taught you your raw primordial feminine power is so big and scary and shouldn’t be embraced so that it could survive off of your fear and you making yourself very very tiny.

 Because a small woman who lives in self denial and dispossession of herself is very, very convenient, easy, and ultimately, controllable.

 And guess what?

You’re over it.

Yeah. You’re WAY over it.

THE QUESTION THAT WILL

TURN YOUR BRAIN CELLS

RIGHT SIDE UP. 

What would it feel like to be super duper full of yourself?

Yeah. Like gloriously, unapologetically, ravenously full of yourself?

Not perfect, but whole? No longer starving, but full?

What if your salvation lies not in cleansing or purifying your wounds but in filling your inner chalice to overflow until you cannot help but spill your dangerous bounty into the world?

This retreat isn't for women who want to be fixed.

This retreat is for women who want to be gorgeously unleashed.

Like many women, you were taught how to survive.

But if you’re reading this, it is clear that you long to THRIVE.

In the words of author Valerie Rein…here is where we shift from asking “how much can i bare?” to “how good can it get?”

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CLAP! ANIMATE

THE

CORPSE!

We are the descendants of women who were handed polite little scripts and told, “Shhh, don’t eat too much. Don’t speak too loud. Don’t move your hips like that. Smile sweetly and die slowly.”

And god we tried, didn't we? We curtsied. Forced smiles. Fake-laughed at boring jokes.

We whittled ourselves down to bite-sized girl-nuggets that could fit into the straight jacket stiff corset of “socially acceptable femininity.”

But let’s be honest: that whole frame? The patriarchy’s flat stanley idea of woman?

It’s wobbly, beige, and too small for women like you.

You were never meant to fit inside it.

You were meant to build cathedrals of chaos and love from your pleasure, from your biggest desires, straight from your bleeding and broken heart.

You were meant to wear leopard print in the underworld and cackle with your sisters while drinking champagne from the Holy Grail.

You were meant to live in delicious defiance of the “good girl” myth and instead remember the ancient way—the way of the witch, the wolf, the wildly orgasmic and tenderly alive, Full Woman.

You don’t need another workshop about managing your time.

You need to remember that your reality is not a Pinterest board of self-improvement hacks—it’s a fever dream of unhinged ecstasy, belly laughs, and cosmic-level self-worship.

And to access this divine madness, you will remember how to become FULL OF YOURSELF.

Not in the annoying way. In the holy, dripping, too-much-is-just-right way.

Because if you keep asking for crumbs from a table built to starve you, you’ll forget that you ARE the feast.

This is the glorious, radiant, absurd and unhinged story you step inside of when you enter Full Woman.

This is just the tip.

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This story of Full Woman, is one where you are so outrageously, scandalously, side-splittingly full of yourself that every insecurity, every outdated myth about your worth, every crusty little lie the world fed you about being too much or not enough gets incinerated—poof!—in the radiant bonfire of your feral feminine fabulousness.

A story where all that old self-doubt throws up its hands and swan dives into the flames as you strut past, hips swinging like a very full goddess late to her own coronation.

Because when you're full of yourself—toxic shame becomes obsolete— and you remember the kind of power and aliveness that turns you all the way on.

This is what Full Woman is for.

This retreat is for the woman who is:

🔥 Tired of acting like a fragile doll instead of the wildfire she really is

🔥 Down to twerk in the underworld

🔥 Down to get into some really good trouble


🔥 Craving to be around women who say “yes” to her mess, her lust, her power, her genius, her rage, her joy, her grief, the force of nature that she is

🔥 Hungry to remember who she was before she became so damn appropriate


🔥 Ready to be so FULL of herself she spills into the world like holy wine, like ocean, like rainstorm


🔥 Desperate to stop shape-shifting to fit in and finally embrace HER OWN CATEGORY

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Full Woman isn’t therapy.

It’s not a circle of beige throw pillows and hushed sharing.
It’s part exorcism, part rave, part goddess drag show, part erotic sermon.

It’s ancient rites meets karaoke bar meets witch coven meets boudoir séance.

We will not be sipping green juice in silence.

We’ll be dancing barefoot on altars, singing in wild tongues, laughing so hard we sob, crying so hard we burst out laughing, and resurrecting the part of you that was never broken, just buried under centuries of patriarchal beige.


This is choreographed chaos and a divine mirror, this is full bodied fun and a permission slip for your wildest genius. Full Woman is the place that cracks you open to the deepest thread of your feminine magic.

You will not leave here the same.


You’ll leave louder, looser, funnier, hungrier, sexier, more you, and more dangerous to the systems that want you small.

More alive.

You’ll remember how good it feels to be a woman who doesn’t apologize for existing.

Because you are not here to be palatable.

You are here to be unforgettable.

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Meet your

facilitators

Hi, I’m Emma.

Artist. Poet. Ritualist.


Former nice girl turned ecstatic ringleader of the unhinged feminine.

I created Full Woman because I got sick of watching women starve at the altar of politeness, people-pleasing, and performative empowerment.

I wanted a space where we don’t just talk about embodiment -we become possessed by it.

My work lives at the crossroads of myth, eros, ceremony, and creative rebellion.


I lead Renaissance Mystery School, write thunderous poetry, dance and sing like a woman on fire, and build altars to the forgotten wild within us all.

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  • Co Facilitator

    Sydney is not here to help you calm down.

    She’s the founder of The Integrated Woman, a transformational facilitator, psychosomatic mentor, and rage whisperer with over a decade of experience guiding women into the delicious depths of their emotional truth.

    Sydney specializes in unapologetic liberation. She leads signature rage initiation sessions that are less “scream into a pillow,” more “summon an entire thunderstorm with your power.”

    She’s here to help you release what’s been festering, reclaim what was always yours, and remember that your raw power is not too much—it’s what makes you very, very full.

    Come ready to howl, sweat, release, and resurrect.

  • Chef

    Kiki has been seducing palates since the age of 9.

    Food, for her, is more than a good time (though it is that too). It’s edible art, ancestral spellwork, an act of deep love, and a daily devotional to pleasure, presence, and nourishment.

    She comes from a long line of kitchen magicians—grandfathers who fed Chinese governors, uncles who chopped like gods, a father who owned a plant based restaurant for years, and enough family recipes to make your inner child weep with joy.

    Kiki cooks like a poet: intuitive, embodied, and full of creative manna. Every dish she serves is a prayer for your cells, a wink to your lineage, and a love letter to your becoming.

THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN WHO ARE DONE DILUTING THE REALITY OF HOW ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT AND STRANGE THEY ARE!

THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN WHO ARE FERAL AND HUNGRY TO BE RADICALLY FULL OF THEMSELVES AND PENETRATE THE CERVIX OF THE HEAVENS WITH THEIR POWER!

THIS IS FOR THE WOMEN WHO WANT TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS SPELL FOREVER AND EVER AMEN: STAY WHOLE AND LET THEM CHOKE!

(spell excerpt from Florence Given)

Come grieving, come broken, come full of rage, come cackling, come absurd, come weeping, come in despair, come unsure…

Just don’t hesitate.

Full woman is ready to come alive in your bones.

If you say yes.

EXCHANGE:

$2,000-$3,500

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