Mission
Black Cathedral is not merely a place—it is a threshold.
A crucible for the misfit soul, the seeker of shadowlight, the artist of becoming.
Here, the sacred and the strange hold hands.
We gather not to be saved, but to be witnessed—
to anoint our ache, to transmute our stories,
to sip from the chalice of beauty and rebirth.
Rooted in the living art of Inspired Alchemy,
we are a sanctuary of transformation,
a temple for the Phoenix-hearted.
Come as you are. Leave as who you’ve always been.
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It's a remembering, becoming and coming home to self.
I have not come here to be saved—
I have come here to be seen.
To stand in the fire and speak my name
in a tongue only my shadow knows.
I bring my broken pieces not for fixing,
but for forging.
Not for shame,
but for shaping.
This is the Black Cathedral—
where the walls remember grief,
and the floor holds joy like a holy remembering.
Where silence is sacred
and the scream is sacred, too.
I enter this crucible not to erase who I’ve been,
but to anoint it.
To name my pain holy.
To call my becoming divine.
I am not alone.
I am not broken.
I am becoming.
Let the work begin.
