Current Offerings

The Mother does not knock. she appears in the chamber behind your heart.

In her breath, stars are sung. In her womb, time is dissolved.

You need not ascend.

She descends.

Sonic architecture, crystalline codes, and the geometry of remembering.

You are not coming to learn.

You are coming to re-tune,

to re-enter the sacred scaffold,

to become once more

a singer of the structure of light.

Before the veil, there was sound.

Before language, there was tone.

Before forgetting, there was Her.

There is a pulse beneath your skin that remembers the stars.

This is an invitation to enter the living architecture of your womb, to walk the sacred corridors of the inner temple and begin to remember Her shape.

Devotional pilrgrimage of sound through Mother Egypt

Beneath the earth’s green skin lie the songs of the old ones.

The land remembers.

The stones still hum beneath their silence.

The stars wait in the waters of the well.