Under the Wolf Super Full Moon, I felt called to walk the labyrinth. As I stepped across the threshold, I invited my guides, ancestors, and teacher to walk with me. Almost immediately, words rose from somewhere deep inside me — not a conscious thought, not something I chose to say: “Activate the Portal of Delphi. The Akashic Records.” I found myself asking, “Can I do that?” and something within me spoke gently, “If you wish — but know what you activate.” A sense of what did I just do filled my stomach. I didn’t understand the magnitude of it at the time.

As I reached the center of the labyrinth, a dark, withered creature came up behind me. A flicker of fear rose in my chest. Instead of turning away, I faced it and asked, “Do you come in love and light?” Something within me spoke again: “You must embrace your shadows.” Something in me softened. I asked, “Do I love her?” and felt the answer before I heard it. When I reached out, the creature transformed into a golden being with long dark-gold hair who took my right hand. What had frightened me became an ally — a reminder that the parts of ourselves we fear often hold the greatest light. Then an old dark energy rose from my feet and moved through the core of my body.

I felt antlers rise from my head and heard the word “Savage,” not as a threat but as a naming. Another being appeared at my left — wild dark hair, antlers, fierce presence — and she took my hand. I stood between them, held by shadow and gold, wildness and wisdom. Then I saw an ancient eye, stone-like at first, then slowly moving like a tortoise or an old serpent. The eye opened into a portal with a single point of light. I hesitated, but felt called to enter.

Something within me spoke once more: “You are ready.” I felt the presence of the three who walk with me: two at my sides, one at my core. Behind me, my dragon stood with wings spread wide. The presence continued, “They are your armor. They are your shield. Enter with compassion and humility.” It spoke of doors opening — doors I now have the strength to walk through. I don’t remember everything that was said after that, and I don’t remember what happened during my time within the portal. When I stepped out of the portal, something in me felt complete, as if I had reclaimed pieces of myself I didn’t even know were missing.

As I walked out of the labyrinth, another message rose through me: “Maiden, Mother, Crone — all aspects of life. You are the Creator. You are the One. You are whole.”

It felt like a final chord — a closing note that gathered everything I had experienced into one truth.

This walk revealed itself as a rite of passage, a moment where fear became a threshold rather than a warning. Meeting the dark creature with discernment and love allowed it to transform, showing me that shadow is not an enemy but a source of power waiting to be integrated. The rising antlers marked a deep, ancient sovereignty — instinctual, intuitive, wild. The beings at my sides, the one at my core, and the dragon at my back formed a full ceremonial architecture of protection and lineage support. The instruction to “enter with compassion and humility” reframed everything: this is not about bracing for hardship, but about stepping into a new role with an open heart. The ancient eye becoming a portal signaled a seer’s initiation, a reminder that my knowing is older than this lifetime. And the final sense of being “more me” confirmed that this was not just a vision — it was integration, activation, and becoming.

The Wolf Moon offered me something I’m still learning to hold. Its meaning keeps unfolding, reminding me that transformation is rarely a single moment — it’s a slow, steady becoming. If anything in this story stirs something in you, may it be an invitation to trust your own thresholds, your own timing, and the wisdom that rises from within.