What we stand for

We gather not to shrink, but to rise.

This is not a temple built on perfection.
This is not a sanctuary for the polished or the pleasing.
This is the Haus of Worthship—where the wholly meets the human, and the divine wears denim.

We do not kneel at the altar of “not enough.”
We do not pray to the gods of hustle, shame, or smallness.
Here, we bow only to the truth that we were born worthy—before the filters, the failures, the fitting in.

We are the misfits, the mystics, the ones they called “too much.”
We are the rebels who burned the rulebook and lit candles in the ashes.
We are not lost—we are remembering.

And we remember this:

That your body is a temple—and it’s allowed to dance.
That your doubt is not disobedience—it’s a doorway.
That your joy is sacred. Your anger is sacred. Your rest is sacred.
That you don’t need to be fixed, cleansed, or curated—you need to be witnessed.

So come as you are.
Messy. Magical. Half-healed and wholly.
Come in your tears, your laughter, your glitter, your grief.

And stay—
Not as the world told you to be.
But as you were always meant to be.

This is the your Worthyhood.
This is the your revolution.
This is your invitation home.