As a transgender person, I was living with deeply rooted aspects of pain and suffering that I assumed would remain buried despite my best attempts to uncover and heal them. During my self navigated spiritual path to remedy these wounds I was called to ayahuasca. I noticed that Sangha House was in Maine, a place that already holds a special place in my heart, and decided it was the perfect setting to pursue my journey. The wonderful reviews on here confirmed my decision.

The Land was beautiful. The tent area was mowed and sprayed for ticks, the fire pit providing warmth for all of us during the cold Maine evenings. The landowner Elk made beautifully handmade outhouses with very apparent love and attention to detail. They were filled with all necessary supplies to keep us clean and safe. Max, a joyful pleasure of a man had delicious meals ready for us every time our ceremonies came to an end. These were complete with clean dishes and silverware, hot water, soups, rice, fruit, baked goods, nuts, smoothies, etc. As we were camping outdoors in tents, his tender provisions brought us so much contentment and convenience.

My journey was not easy. The medicine was very harsh in its effects on me the first night. There was a major loss of control as the deepest and darkest parts of myself made themselves known. One of the facilitators named Mitch stayed with me for the entirety of a very exhausting, violent, emotional and physical experience of pure agony. For him to bear that weight in a place of such dignity and patience is the definition of true selflessness. To provide a safe space for me to contend with my demons in the most vulnerable and raw manner imaginable. I am forever grateful to Mitch.

This journey was full of these moments of pure and intentional service, care and healing from the facilitators. The precious and intimate love that was felt between every member of this retreat will live on in my heart forever. Krysta’s incredible voice and guidance, Freddy’s gentle wisdom and power, Nicole’s maternal devotion to others, Teja’s infectious playful spirit, I wish I had a hundred pages to shed light on each intricate detail of exquisite beauty that every person presented me with. They are all so special.

My final ceremony at Sangha ended with what I can only define as a divine awakening. Each facilitator and attendee came together to carry me home. They acknowledged the grief and heartache that was encompassing my soul in a way I didn’t think anyone could. They held it, and they held me. Together they helped deliver the profound essence of my human suffering. Each and every face of my new family surrounded me as I gazed upon a blanket of stars stretching to infinity, breathing in the delicate newness of freedom. Megan, you gave me life. You are my soul.

I recommend Sangha House to anyone seeking a pathway to their higher selves. They changed my life this weekend.