Let us wander for a moment into the shadowed groves of Samothraki, where the air hums with the whispers of ancient gods and the earth itself seems to breathe.
 

On this wild and myth-soaked island, we are offered a rare, luminous, humming chance to step into the old stories - those tales of descent, of katavasis, where the soul is called downward, not as punishment, but as pilgrimage.
 

To go down, to be drawn into the depths, is to enter a sacred dialogue with the unseen, to meet the parts of ourselves that have been waiting in the dark, patient as mossy stones.
 

The Underworld is not a place of endings, but of reckonings. It is the mythic ground where the soul is tested, where it wrestles with its own shadows and emerges changed, deepened, wildly alive in ways it could not have imagined before the descent.
 

The journey of descent is not a mere story of entertainment for those who seek personal development, going down to pillage the jewels of the darkest caves; it is an initiation, a necessary crossing that humans have always known, in one form or another.
 

And now, in these times of great unravelling and reweaving we all find ourselves and our world in, the call to descend feels more urgent than ever. How do we meet this mystery? How do we let the old stories rise through us, not as distant tales, but as living, breathing forces that shape our days and nights?


 

When night falls we will feast on freshly cooked local Greek island foods!
 

And as the dark truly sets in, we will flirt with embodied explorations of the underworld in candlelit rooms to awaken sleeping serpents and psychic happenings bubbling under the surface of our minds.
 

We will write, we will dance, we will sing. We will let the myths move through us, not as ideas, but as forces. And we will bow, humbly, to the more-than-human powers that have always been here, animating the world, animating us.
 

The Oracles of the Underworld await....