IN THEIR OWN WORDS
“Every individual story of transformation is a story of the self meeting its own shadow. And yet, it is only by facing our shadow that we can truly grow and become who we are meant to be”.
— Carl Jung —
AMAR
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When I reached out, I was deeply exhausted — mentally drained from a high-stress work environment and on the edge of burnout. Although I had been prescribed antidepressants, I was searching for a more natural and sustainable path to recovery. Micro-dosing, especially following the Fadiman protocol, gave me exactly that.
Within just a week, I noticed a profound shift: my energy levels returned, my emotional state stabilised, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like myself again — clear, grounded, and focused. My cognitive capacity improved, and I experienced a noticeable boost in motivation and drive.
For the first time in a long while, I felt like myself again — clear, grounded, and focused.
Even small things — like smells, colours, and sounds — felt vibrant again. The fog lifted. I could process emotions more calmly, reflect with compassion, and make healthier choices without willpower alone. This wasn’t just a mood lift — it was a deep and lasting reset.
This experience helped me regain clarity, vitality, and the ability to protect my mental space. I’m excited to continue the protocol and build on this renewed momentum.
Micro-dosing, February 2025
GAVIN
Take the leap. Trust in yourself. You are worthy of happiness, healing, and love. You matter.
After months of searching for rehabilitation in the UK, I found myself trapped in a cycle of despair — suicidal thoughts, depression, and a constant inner battle that left me feeling disconnected from life itself. Most UK clinics focus primarily on addiction recovery, which is valuable, but I struggled to find a place that truly addressed the torment of being trapped in my own mind.
Reading endless reviews of UK clinics only made me feel more hopeless—isolated in a room, deprived of fresh air, stripped of communication, and left alone with my thoughts. I began to believe that this darkness was my fate, that perhaps this deep sadness was simply who I was meant to be. Until one day, everything changed.
A friend shared a post that immediately caught my attention. As I read, I felt something shift inside me. The words spoke directly to my soul, as if they were written just for me.
For the first time in years, I felt hope. It was as though the universe had extended a lifeline, a chance for something different.
That post led me to discover Corinne and her incredible work with the Sacred Remedy. Though I initially saw it through my friend AK, it was Corinne’s wisdom, warmth, humour, and unwavering belief in our right to happiness that truly drew me in. I reached out to my friend, and without hesitation, he arranged a meeting to discuss The Sacred Remedy retreat. He couldn’t give me all the answers — because the journey is deeply personal — but he assured me that what I sought would be found within my own experience.
Arriving at the retreat, I was greeted by Corinne with a hug that melted my worries away. It felt like the embrace of a mother holding her child — pure, comforting, and filled with love. I had arrived with hesitation, a slight fear of the unknown, but also a courage I had never felt before.
It was as if the jungle retreat had called me home, guiding me toward a fresh start.
I chose to keep my journey private — no friends, no family, no outside opinions — because this was for me. And within days, I felt something I hadn’t in years: energy. I wanted to participate in life again. I felt alive.
One moment stands out in my heart: I called my nephew, the only person who had truly stood by me through it all. Without even saying hello, I burst into laughter and shouted, “Matthew, I’M ALIVE!” The joy in my voice was unmistakable. He felt it, I felt it.
I knew I wasn’t just surviving — I was living.
Returning home, my family and friends immediately noticed the change. My posture, my eyes, my smile—everything radiated a new energy. And it wasn’t temporary. I felt empowered, driven, and determined to embrace life in a way I never had before.
To anyone struggling, feeling lost, or searching for a way out of the darkness, I wholeheartedly recommend exploring a natural, spiritual approach. The Sacred Remedy was more than a retreat — it was a rebirth. When you feel that pull, that deep knowing that it’s time for change, don’t hesitate.
Colombia, July 2023
SHAUN
I comprehend that the time has come to abandon my self-destructive habits and embrace a healthier path.
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I first learned about Ayahuasca around a decade ago, roughly 10 to 12 years ago, and I was particularly drawn to its claimed therapeutic effects. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) had been a constant companion throughout my life, stemming from a childhood marked by trauma. Raised by an abusive and neglectful single mother without a father figure, I found myself entangled in self-destructive tendencies, addiction to pain, alcohol, and nicotine, periods of profound depression, and ongoing struggles with anxiety, paranoia, and fear. My battle with alcohol had spanned over two decades, with a daily consumption of over 40 cigarettes. While counselling and therapy had shed light on the reasons behind my behaviour, they hadn't been sufficient to break the cycle of addiction. However, my encounter with Ayahuasca proved to be transformative, unlike anything I had experienced before.
It was a friend who introduced me to this specific retreat she was planning to attend. The moment I learned about it, my excitement surged, for I had harboured a desire to embark on this journey ever since I first discovered the medicine. I reached out to the organisers, secured my booking, and the retreat was only a month away.
My battle with alcohol had spanned over two decades, with a daily consumption of over 40 cigarettes. While counselling and therapy had shed light on the reasons behind my behaviour, they hadn't been sufficient to break the cycle of addiction.
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My primary intention was to quit smoking and drinking. In the month leading up to the retreat, my alcohol consumption remained heavy, particularly while exploring the country. We were advised to abstain from alcohol, meat, dairy, acidic foods, sugar, coffee, and more for a week before the retreat. I made an effort but couldn't completely adhere to these guidelines. I managed to eat only fruits, vegetables, and rice for four days prior, and the day before the retreat, I abstained from alcohol entirely. However, the day before that, I had consumed two beers, and three the day before that, ending with a heavy drinking session.
Before the retreat, there was a video call with the participants and the coordinator who explained what to expect, how to prepare, and answered all our questions.
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Day One: I embarked on a 3-hour journey to the retreat with my friend. During the drive, we engaged in deep conversations about our intentions and our respective pasts. Both of us were attending the retreat with therapeutic goals, aiming to confront our past traumas. We arrived at the retreat at around 4 pm as instructed and met the other participants. Everyone appeared slightly nervous and apprehensive, but we quickly formed a sense of camaraderie.
We were advised not to eat anything after 2 pm since the medicine tends to induce vomiting. I was mentally prepared for this eventuality. Each of us had a one-on-one session with the coordinator in the evening to discuss our intentions and have a 1-1 for all remaining questions.
The shaman had journeyed from Colombia to lead the retreat. Corinne served as the coordinator and as our translator, fluently navigating Spanish, English, and French. She explained the process and ceremony that lay ahead of us. The first night was dedicated to cleansing, purifying the body, blood, spirit, and mind using a tobacco-based brew. This served to calm our minds and bodies, preparing us for the transformative effects of the medicine. It was emphasized that this was not a recreational drug but a powerful medicine. It had the ability to identify and address the areas in need of healing by accessing different parts of the brain and opening or repairing neurological pathways.
The first night was dedicated to cleansing, purifying the body, blood, spirit, and mind using a tobacco-based brew. This served to calm our minds and bodies, preparing us for the transformative effects of the medicine. It was emphasised that this was not a recreational drug but a powerful medicine. It had the ability to identify and address the areas in need of healing by accessing different parts of the brain and opening or repairing neurological pathways.
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The group gathered in a circle, seated on mattresses, adorned in comfortable clothing and blankets as instructed. The ambiance was carefully set with a lit fireplace, dim lighting, and candles placed around the shaman's seat, table, and fireplace mantle. The shaman, dressed in traditional attire with blue and white cloth headbands and bracelets, began the ceremony. His movements produced captivating sounds, particularly the resonant chime of his necklace.
The shaman's table held four large pots of the tobacco brew. After some preparation, he smoked a substantial amount, which I believed to be tobacco. Another kind of smoke was introduced into the room, the scent of which was unfamiliar to me but pleasant. It was burned in a pot and passed over the shaman's utensils, serving as a cleansing ritual.
The ceremony commenced with the group standing and holding hands while the shaman recited a prayer. Though I can't recall all the words, they revolved around healing, positive energy, and understanding ourselves. Each of us received our first round of the tobacco brew, with a maximum limit of eight jugs, filled halfway. As we sat in front of our buckets, we began to drink. The taste was dreadful, a challenge to consume. Some participants started purging almost immediately. It took me about five minutes to finish the first jug, and I anticipated the inevitable vomiting.
It was a peculiar environment for newcomers, sitting in a circle, vomiting alongside strangers, but we persevered, gradually realizing the necessity of this purification process.
The shaman inspected the amount purged by all 14 participants and expressed satisfaction. The effects of the tobacco were consistent with the descriptions provided earlier - a calm mind, reduced mental chatter, and relaxation of the body, albeit accompanied by slight nausea. We transitioned to the ceremony around midnight.
We were forewarned that we might vomit again or need to use the restroom. One by one, we approached the shaman's table and received his blessing for the small wooden bowl filled with the brew. His blessing was composed of a series of sounds rather than words. This refrain brought a smile to my friend, and we whispered it to each other with amusement.
We have now all ingested our initial dose and have fallen silent, as instructed, recognizing that this journey is an introspective voyage. Seated or reclining, minutes pass, and some among us begin to purge. The exact timeline eludes me, but I am one of the last to release. I recline, waiting to discern any sensations.
My gaze is fixed on the ceiling, a varnished wood grain with black stains over the knots in the wood. These stains gradually metamorphose into creatures—resembling beetles and smaller ones akin to ants. They commence their movement in orderly lines, traversing the ceiling's expanse before reversing course. This is absolutely captivating and persists despite my attempts to avert my gaze, spanning what feels like a duration of 20 to 30 minutes.
Throughout the night, the shaman introduces a spectrum of auditory experiences, including music, guitar playing, chanting, and even the use of his bone necklace as a musical instrument. These sounds significantly influence our emotions. He shakes his waira, creating additional auditory sensations, occasionally introducing other fragrances into the room as part of a cleansing ritual.
My vision is momentarily interrupted as something grabs my attention. I turn to my friend, and we share knowing smiles, recognizing that we have both just undergone a profoundly powerful experience. The time arrives for another dose, and we proceed with the second cup. The process is the same, with each participant receiving a blessing from the shaman, culminating in his signature.
Time loses its grip on me as I sit in quiet reflection after the second cup. Suddenly, pain surges through my stomach—a searing discomfort that I struggle with. Unlike most others who seem to be experiencing enjoyment, I am writhing in agony. It hurts intensely, and I realize I must make a hasty exit to the restroom.
My abrupt departure is accompanied by an unmistakable, albeit embarrassing, auditory display, as the toilet's proximity to the main room leaves little room for privacy. I am fully aware of the disturbance my actions might cause, but I have little choice. In the hours that follow, numerous participants experience a second bout of purging, while some also visit the restroom.
It becomes evident that the brew is rapidly passing through my body. Over the course of this phase, I visit the toilet around five to six times, enduring the most severe diarrhea of my life. I feel unwell, devoid of any psychedelic experiences. I make a decision to remove myself from the group, a course of action explicitly discouraged. I retreat to the bedroom, where Corrine makes two separate attempts to coax me back into the group. I resist, explaining the shock of my body's reaction and my apprehensions regarding disrupting the collective experience. She elucidates that this rigorous cleansing of the body is necessary to eliminate the toxic build-up within, but I remain obstinate.
Sleep proves elusive. I toss and turn in pain, interrupted by the compulsion to rush to the toilet every half hour. I am the sole individual experiencing this reaction, leading me to ponder why. The unwelcome revelation dawns upon me: it is the consequence of two decades of mistreatment and self-punishment inflicted on my body through excessive drinking and smoking. I do not take kindly to this self-awareness but accept the unvarnished truth.
The unwelcome revelation dawns upon me : it is the consequence of two decades of mistreatment and self-punishment inflicted on my body through excessive drinking and smoking. I do not take kindly to this self-awareness but accept the unvarnished truth.
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On the second day, roughly around 9 am, I have purged everything and attempt to rejuvenate myself with a shower. Returning to the group, I share the harrowing details of my ordeal, a narrative infused with despair and loathing for the experience. I have an insatiable hunger but still contend with residual discomfort and a foul mood, conversing little with my companions. Eating alleviates my condition somewhat, yet the pain persists, and sleep continues to elude me.
We reconvene as a group after breakfast, sharing our individual journeys during the first ceremony. Some recount profound experiences, while others choose to remain silent during this session.
Lunch arrives around 3 pm, offering a simple vegetarian meal. My condition markedly improves following this meal. I make an attempt to sleep, but rest continues to evade me. Frustrated, I abandon my pursuit and embark on a walk, feeling peculiar but relatively well. As I traverse the forested landscape, I contemplate my sensations. A realization begins to take root: the rigorous purging was necessary to cleanse my body of the toxins that had accumulated over years of self-abuse. The urgency of addressing my self-destructive habits becomes my paramount focus. I comprehend the significance of the cleansing process and my body's visceral response to it.
The ceremony commences earlier, and despite my weariness, I am cautiously optimistic.
My friend reveals her intention to participate in a healing session. I contemplate joining her. The ritual unfolds; Candles flicker, firelight dances, and smoke wafts in the air as we form a circle. We clasp hands and engage in a communal prayer before each participant receives the first cup of the brew, accompanied by a blessing from the shaman. The effects are swift this time. Most individuals, myself included, purge within twenty minutes, shedding any residual discomfort.
With the shaman providing enchanting music, I redirect my attention inward, acutely aware of my body's sensations. This night, my heightened sensitivity allows me to feel the way my stomach should naturally feel. Years of alcohol abuse have left me in chronic pain, a realization that now takes precedence. I comprehend that the time has come to abandon my self-destructive habits and embrace a healthier path.
My friend is the first to request a second dose, a decision to which the shaman consents. We collectively partake in our second cups, and this time, I remain unperturbed by the need to purge. The brew navigates through my system as I focus on the transformative process it promises.
The intensity of the journey intensifies my state of consciousness. My mind becomes profoundly attuned to the energy within and around me. I perceive a higher plane of awareness, capable of discerning every shift in energy, both internal and external. I find myself wielding this newfound power to manipulate energy flows through purposeful hand gestures, as if conjuring magic.
I delve deep into my psyche, reflecting upon my reasons for being here. I am determined to unearth the roots of my addiction and self-punishment. What drives me to harm myself? Why do I persist in inflicting pain upon my own being? I oscillate between states of heightened consciousness, deep breathing exercises, and immersive engagement with the transformative music, at times discreetly observing others and their experiences.
The collective healing phase begins, accompanied by ethereal melodies. My thoughts converge on this fundamental question, and I am quickly thrust into a vortex of memories. In a whirlwind of seconds, I am assailed by memories—negative episodes, images of people, and traumatic scenarios spanning my life. These recollections unleash a torrent of emotions: sadness, anger, regret, disillusionment, confusion, and fear. I open my eyes, gasping for breath, grappling with the overwhelming cascade of sensations.
I delve deeper into my psyche, seeking the root cause of my punitive tendencies. An unexpected memory surfaces from my childhood—a vivid recollection of a mother strangling her helpless child, a boy of around eight years old. I am an onlooker to this horrific scene, transfixed and overwhelmed. My voice escapes my lips in an exclamation, "Why?" I watch as the boy, the child who endured this brutality, is revealed as none other than myself.
A powerful voice, strangely my own yet with an almost divine resonance, responds to my inquiry. It informs me that the child bore no wrongdoing, that what he required was guidance and words, not punishment. My stomach spasms in response, convulsing as if something has been forcibly extracted from within. I gasp, my eyes snap open, and I lay stunned, processing the revelation.
I gradually piece together the significance of this traumatic memory. It marks the inception of my self-destructive tendencies—the belief that I am deserving of punishment. I have clung to this harmful self-image throughout my life, but the profound clarity of this moment begins to release its grip.
I understand that I have identified the root cause of my PTSD and alcohol dependency. For years, I have perpetuated self-punishment as I internalized the narrative of a traumatized child. However, the medicine has presented me with a broader perspective, revealing that the pain inflicted upon me was a result of my guardian's own struggles and not a reflection of my inherent "badness."
As the session draws to a close, I visualize the traumatic memory coated in layers of abstract art, shrouding the pain with an aesthetic ambiguity. I find myself laughing, lightness returning to my spirit.
The impact of the medicine on my psychological well-being is undeniable; it wields transformative power when the right questions are asked. Through a harmonious interplay between the mind and the magic potion, answers are unveiled, illuminating the path to personal growth and healing. This experience reaffirms my belief in the incredible capacity of humanity for growth, transformation, and interconnectedness.
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Upon awakening, I find myself brimming with vitality, a sense of contentment coursing through me. Though fatigue still lingers, an overwhelming happiness pervades. I take the opportunity to share my personal journey with a couple of fellow participants and, in return, lend an ear to their narratives. Our group dynamic thrives, marked by a spirit of sharing and support.
As mid-morning unfolds, the general consensus leans towards embracing a bit more sleep. After a few hours, the group rises, exuding a remarkable collective vitality. Each individual's experience during the ceremony has been profoundly unique, contributing to the sense of wonder and interconnectedness.
Our group convenes for lunch, graced by the presence of the team. They express a keen interest in hearing about each participant's personal journey with the medicine. Interestingly, only four out of the twelve individuals choose to delve into their past experiences, driven by a quest for understanding and healing. The remaining participants share tales of transcendence to higher realms, encounters with mystical beings, and states of ecstatic rapture.
For my part, I seize the opportunity to share my own narrative, the very reason that brought me to this transformative journey. As I recount my journey and the conclusion I've reached, I sense the shaman's satisfaction with my progress. It fills me with a profound sense of contentment to witness the diverse ways in which this experience has impacted the others.
Although my friend expresses her happiness, she has yet to reach the depth of healing she sought. My heart aches for her, hoping that she will eventually find the answers she needs to attain inner peace.
The tea, imparts some sage words of wisdom, and we, in turn, express our gratitude for the enchanting experience they've facilitated. As late afternoon descends, we begin the process of packing our belongings, while the team diligently restores the ceremonial space to its original state. Embracing one another in warm hugs and heartfelt farewells, the group disbands, and we depart.
A tinge of melancholy accompanies our departure, as the bonds forged during this transformative experience have transformed us into a close-knit family. During our journey home, my friend and I engage in sharing our insights and reflections. Remarkably, we uncover instances when we experienced synchronized emotions and feelings, almost as if we communicated without words.
The impact of the medicine on my psychological well-being is undeniable; it wields transformative power when the right questions are asked. Through a harmonious interplay between the mind and the magic potion, answers are unveiled, illuminating the path to personal growth and healing. This experience reaffirms my belief in the incredible capacity of humanity for growth, transformation, and interconnectedness.
I understand that I have identified the root cause of my PTSD and alcohol dependency. For years, I have perpetuated self-punishment as I internalised the narrative of a traumatised child. However, the medicine has presented me with a broader perspective, revealing that the pain inflicted upon me was a result of my guardian's own struggles and not a reflection of my inherent "badness."
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It has been approximately two months since I embarked on a profound journey through an Ayahuasca retreat. In the wake of that transformative experience, I find myself in a state of profound reflection, as I begin to unravel the layers of change that have subtly and gradually permeated my existence. Ayahuasca, as I was informed during the retreat, continues to act after its initial ingestion. It is only now that I comprehend the true depth of this ongoing metamorphosis.
For a while, I was plagued by the disconcerting sensation that something within me was missing, that a substantial void had opened up within my consciousness. This void was not an empty abyss, but a space that was gradually being filled with newfound perceptions and emotions. It wasn't until a recent conversation with a friend in New Zealand, who astutely observed the shifts in my being post-retreat, that I began to unravel the nature of these changes.
The "something missing" I spoke of, I now understand, was a significant portion of my thinking previously dedicated to negative emotions and fear-related thinking. This mental territory, a breeding ground for paranoia, anxiety, and other symptoms of PTSD, had been the source of much of my inner turmoil.
The "open void," initially disconcerting, I had been steadily nourishing with positive thoughts, actions, and energies, as I savoured life's vibrant moments, created beautiful memories, and shared joy with those around me. This void, which Ayahuasca had carved out in my consciousness, readily absorbed these positive energies and began to thrive.
My journey towards self-improvement and self-fulfilment was not a newfound pursuit; I had been on this path for some time. However, I couldn't escape the persistent shadow of my long-standing issues. Now, I believe I have finally, in some way, unlocked the secret of lasting transformation. Be it termed "neurological rewiring" by science or a "higher level of consciousness" in spiritual parlance, I am convinced that I have achieved it.
On a daily basis, I feel a newfound sense of calm and self-assuredness. Stress seems to have become an alien concept, and that incessant voice, once perpetually anticipating the worst outcome in any given situation, has fallen silent. In fact, it appears as though my entire nervous system has experienced a long-overdue state of relaxation. This, I believe, is the result of my "fight or flight" mechanism functioning more efficiently than ever before.
In the past, meditation had been my anchor, granting me moments of peace and clarity, yet it remained a practice that required diligence. With the medicine, the changes appear more enduring, more profound. I am cautiously optimistic that these effects may prove to be a permanent transformation.
I extend my recommendation to anyone considering an Ayahuasca journey. While I am still in the process of comprehending my own transformation, I plan to undertake this journey once more, as is common among those who have partaken in this sacred experience. My aim is to continue my exploration and expand my newfound wisdom.
It is only now that I comprehend the true depth of this ongoing metamorphosis. I now understand that a significant portion of my thinking was previously dedicated to negative emotions and fear-related thinking. This mental territory, a breeding ground for paranoia, anxiety, and other symptoms of PTSD, had been the source of much of my inner turmoil.
In closing, I am reminded of a simple and profound mantra: "Enjoy life, live, laugh, love."
May we all find our unique paths toward inner healing and personal growth.
Peace
Switzerland, April 2023
Whispers from the Journey
“It was the best thing that happened to me. Not only spiritually but mentally and physically. It wasn’t a negative. Far from it.”
Erol
“This cleansing experience has had a profound impact on our lives, and we are immensely grateful for the positive changes it has brought about.”
Niels
“On holiday with my daughter by the sea and then, it was a shock! A positive shock, a shock of love. Seeing me, it's the first time in my life, it's the first time I'm not ashamed, that I don't disgust myself. It's the first time that when I see my body, I love it. What a giant step in the repair of the lineage. It's a happiness and a liberation and I can only link it to this weekend's retreat.”
Laurence
“The retreat was amazing. The team really stayed true to the traditional ceremonies, and you could feel the respect and intention in everything they did. Our small group of participants bonded deeply, we arrived as strangers and left feeling like family. The food was delicious and nourishing, and the location was absolutely stunning, peaceful remote, and perfect for healing. It was a powerful, grounding experience I'll never forget.”
Dave
“I wanted to express just how transformative this retreat has been for me. I return home feeling revitalized and deeply grateful for the journey we shared. The insights and healing I experienced have left a lasting impact on my heart and soul. Thank you for the exploration and growth.”
Lidya
“Thank you for the meeting with yourself and with all the caring people of this retreat. We are forever connected by what we have experienced, by what we have understood and by what we have shared. This morning, the sun rose again, and this day is magnificent.”
Sylvie
“Thank you all for everything and especially for transferring enough love to me to be able to face my father. You gave me the strength that the barbarians used in combat. ”
David
“A 5-star retreat that allows me to grow at my own pace.”
Christophe
“There are no words to express the gratitude I feel. Thank you! You are the only ones in this world who know the real me.”
Stelly
“First of all, the stars I want to give this group are infinite! This has been the real experience. I’ve done such events before but they only copied, traditional events. Co-inspired bring you the experience as it should be. All the care they take of the participants before and after, makes you feel safe and in expert hands. Their dedication to each and everyone, no matter how tired they felt was heart-warming. I was so lucky to have picked this retreat. And I cannot thank the team enough. For me, one of the most memorable experiences in life. Just perfect.”
Ursula
“I feel so blessed, I am on the path of hope, positive and colourful love. Some things have changed in me and, I can’t express them with words, it’s deep inside. It’s a gift, accept it, change it, love it and, breath it. Be positive, life is beautiful even if it is hard sometimes. ”
Surendra
“I recently separated from my partner. Losing our country garden was one of the hardest things to come to terms with. Now I don't feel like that anymore, I'm at peace with the idea. I am also open to the possibility that there is a new garden somewhere on the line, and that I can continue to cultivate my inner garden. Grateful for all the healing that took place at the retreat.”
Ladhi
“I am still in the process of integrating the multitude of impressions and the magic of this weekend. It has been a pleasure and a blessing to be able to participate in this retreat, to meet some very beautiful souls and to come back co-inspired and co-rooted.”
Mario
“It has been so wonderful. The energy, the openness, the courage felt like coming home. I was finally able to really let go and just be. This morning, I looked in the mirror and I told myself : "l love you", these words were received by myself with glowing eyes, a huge smile, laughter and tears of joy. The transformation is happening. What we started together is just the beginning.”
Carina
“A journey of the soul in a setting of silence, songs, and truth. Each moment of the retreat — from the exchanged glance to the shared breath — was woven with a rare presence. The medicine of the heart was everywhere: in the songs, the outstretched hands, the full silences. Thank you to the team for this firm gentleness, this invisible listening, and this humble light. I leave with my heart open, cleansed, and grounded.”
Alfredo
“I gained a deeper understanding of how the medicine works and, more importantly, insights into myself, including my wounds, blind spots, and my healing journey. I am actively working to combat the challenges of city life, including the ego-driven distractions and unhealthy coping mechanisms that tend to resurface. I feel more connected to my soul and the universe. Everything is starting to make sense.”
Linda
