Renaissance Mystery School Presents:
Descent
A 3 Month Underworld Initiation Into Power, Voice, and Holy Rebellion
hello. welcome to the underworld.
we’re living in a culture rife with so much bullshit it’s practically falling from the sky. (fuck, i think it already is. who invented chem trails? smh.)
illusion after illusion could possess our porous little brains at any moment.
there are craaazzzyyy weird cults everywhere.
there are big bad men destroying innocent lives with bombs. most of us would rather continue funding Amazon than save The Amazon.
there are coaches and spiritual teachers with more bullet-points and color coordinated Instagram feeds than they have soul.
there are more idiotic guru charlatans than there are Starbucks.
the tech bros and abrahamic religions are almost done colonizing this entire planet and obliterating the wild within and outside of all of us.
it seems that we as a culture, a human race, are without a shadow of a doubt - absolutely fucked.
and you are a woman who has no idea if she even belongs anywhere in this world anymore (if you ever did.)
on your best days, you feel a power within you could totally rock the cosmos.
on your worst, you’re convinced you’ve descended from some foreign alien race and Earth is definitely not your home.
because you don’t belong in the church. you don’t belong in your family. you don’t belong in the cultural systems or institutions. you don’t belong in the world of fast food and strip malls and alcoholism and plastic and boring, brutalist architecture. you don’t belong hiding behind the shoulders of men, pretending that you are not a vessel of power and shakti and feral, ancient wisdom.
yeah.
you. don’t. belong.
and you feel this sense of exile, this sense that something is wrong with you, this disillusionment, this aloneness, this homesickness for a place you can’t quite name…every waking moment.
and yet - something real is still possible.
not because the world changed.
not because someone gave you permission.
but because the ache didn’t kill you.
because you still haven’t gone numb.
and because despite it all - you’re still seeking for something true in this time of madness, upheaval, and massive change.
something that doesn’t require you to contort, collapse, or convert.
something far wiser than the current state of our culture and way safer than your childhood home.
something more honest than kneeling to some male god in the sky.
because I know that there a strange internal force beckoning you, that has been beckoning you for a long time, that you can’t quite put your finger on…some thread of genius buried in your bones that is relentless in its pursuit of you -
if only you’d follow it…with abandon.
let me be clear.
the madness and aloneness you feel does not mean there is something wrong with you.
you might just be on an initiatory path of the primordial feminine and not know it.
the exile and disillusionment does not mean something is wrong with you.
it means something is very, very right.
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something went awry all those years ago…when patriarchal religions dethroned The Goddess and made her into a monster.
women became terrified of the right to our own power.
we were taught to fear “darkness,” to seek purity, to wash ourselves off of all sin and flesh with the Blood of Jesus, get in line with the rest of ‘em and call it a life.
but you see through it.
and you need a place to find refuge.
where your power is not called a demon and exorcised out of you - but amplified, resurrected, and remembered - never to be forgotten again.
this is Renaissance Mystery School: Descent 🩸
a 3-month mythic initiation for outlaw women of all races, creeds, and realms
people have taught us that the underworld is a very scary place with mean terrible demons and sin and shame and bad, bad women.
but what if the underworld was never hell…
what if it was home?
the place your fullness was never too loud.
the place your grief & madness wasn’t pathologized.
the place rage was sacred & an integral part of your humanity.
the place your power was not something to manage or control or dilute…
but something to worship.
the underworld is where bad girls go to remember they’re gods.
it’s where nothing is sanitized, and everything is sacred.
it’s where you will not be fixed, but you will be felt.
🥀 OK BUT LIKE… WHAT ACTUALLY IS THIS?
Descent is a 3 month, live, no recordings, mythic initiation into the parts of yourself that you’ve been trying to kill with journaling, Pilates, submitting to patriarchal men or ideology, and spiritual TikTok.
You’ll:
Become uncomfortably attracted to your own power
Dance in ways that would terrify your childhood pastor
Say things you were too polite to admit in couples therapy
Cry but like, hot and mythically
Maybe finally unblock your creative channels (and your hips)
You will likely experience:
Ecstatic revelations of The Goddess, your daimon, your creative guiding force, your Holy Guardian Angel
The urge to ghost every mediocre man in your phone
Sudden confidence in red lipstick
A suspicious lack of shame
Sacred rage, grief, laughter, and lots of emotions (welcome to being fully alive)
You will not be given:
A 5 step healing plan
A certificate
Recordings of anything unless I randomly feel like it (must attend live or not at all)
Or a refund
You will be given:
Yourself.
(And if you survive, which, if you’ve gotten this far, I’d venture to guess you will…then you get an invite to The Cult of Full Woman.)
Initiation is optional.
So is staying in exile.
how it works (and why your nervous system might never be the same)
this is a 3 month, live, visceral, unreplayable initiation.
we move through three stages, like all great myths do:
The Fall. The Fire. The Return.
here, you don’t “learn” the goddess archetypes.
you meet them inside your body.
through sweat and dance and poetry.
through laughter that makes you snort.
through uncomfortable truths you finally tell.
through being held in your grief, your exile, your disillusionment.
when women don’t have containers to support them through this process, they spend their entire lives feeling lost, suffering, and in exile.
when women have containers to that give them context and language to shape their mystical experiences, they
Descent Structure
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You lose the plot.
You drop the performance.
You meet the dark mother, the wild seductress, the holy destroyer.Not on a slideshow, but in your body.
Think Babalon. Lilith. Kali. Medusa. The part of you that doesn’t apologize.
Your hips start to say things your mouth never could.
You stop trying to be good.Includes:
- 1x Mother of Hips live embodiment ritual
- 2x archetypal transmission (more sweat than lecture)
- 4x Red String sessions (coworking + ceremony + chaos) -
You crown yourself with everything you thought made you wrong or bad or unholy or too weird.
You scream in your journal.You burn projections and external opinions you’ve carried that are boring and yuck.
You start answering questions with poetry instead of politeness.
You remember that rage is holy power and grief is intelligent.Includes:
- 1x Mother of Hips to shake the stuckness
- 2x transmissions (i.e. Inanna, the Snake, Virgin Mary Was Not a Virgin)
- 4x weekly Red String Sessions -
You rise. Powerful instead of pure. Pulsing instead of perfect. Human. Whole. Holy.
You’ve got wider hips, a louder voice, and no interest in small talk.
You’ve survived the descent and emerged something strange and wild. You’re ready for more.Includes:
- 1x Mother of Hips resurrection ritual
- 2x transmissions to seal and bless the chaos
- 4x Red String Sessions to braid it all in
WHY NO RECORDINGS?
because babe. this ain’t Netflix.
this is ritual theater. not content consumption.
it’s initiation. not convenience.
it’s live, because YOU. ARE. ALIVE!
i want you there present. fully. or not at all.
we don’t record because something happens in real time that can’t be replicated via recordings.
our bodies hear things differently when we know it’s now or never.
the transformation only roots into you when we’re all anchored in the same moment.
and I’d rather have your presence than haunt you like a Zoom ghost in some backlog that you will probably never watch, anyways.
cause let’s be honest:
you already have 46 “courses” you haven’t finished.
you don’t need another Dropbox folder.
you need a container that holds you to showing up.
alive. unmuted. un-surveillanced. unapologetic.
this is a theater, not a library.
if you want the transformation, if you want to be forever changed, you’ll be there.
The Cult of Full Woman
you can’t buy your way in. you have to survive the descent.
there is a place beyond the Descent.
a star blooded realm where the women are ungovernable, undomesticated, and deeply fucking free.
it’s a place not advertised nor is it open to the public.
we call it The Cult of Full Woman.
it’s a private community where the women who have made it through the Descent gather to live, create, mourn, dance, and burn together.
you are invited after the Descent, after the goddess inside you finally says, fuck it, i’m ready to fully. live.
Descent 🩸 is not for the faint of heart or the mildly curious.
it is for the women ready to exit The Garden of Eden and live in the Wild Wild West Territory of primordial feminine power and not look back.
come broken, come grieving, come joyous…come however you are. there is only one rule in this realm:
you must be fully committed. you must not hesitate.
if you’ve made it this far, the descent has already begun.
welcome to the underworld, woman. we’ve been waiting for you.
💰 Investment: $2,666 USD
paid in full or three monthly payments of $895.
no refunds upon purchase. enrollment is limited.
-Willow S