Jaguart Circle

JAGUART CIRCLE– We Heal Together

“If you’re reading this, it’s because your soul has begun to remember.”

There are places that can’t be explained. They’re felt. Like a whisper in the midst of the noise, like a flame you didn’t know was burning inside you. This is one of those places.
The Jaguart Circle is more than a group. It’s a sacred refuge where women who have held too much, pretended too much, silenced too much… can finally let go. Here, you don’t come to fit in. You come to remember who you were before the world broke you.

Maybe you feel that no one truly understands you. That you carry invisible wounds. That there’s a part of you still waiting for permission to shine. Here is that permission. Here, your sensitivity is not “too much” — it is medicine. Your intuition is not strangeness — it is a compass. Your story is not a burden — it is power.

And perhaps, deep inside, there still lives a silent wound: the wound of not having been chosen. Not chosen as a daughter, as a partner, as a professional, as a woman. A wound that never screamed, but always weighed on you. Here, you don’t need anyone to choose you, because you are already choosing yourself. This Jaguart Circle doesn’t pick you — it reminds you that you’ve always belonged.

There are emotions we struggle to share, even with the people we love, because they hurt, because we don’t want to seem weak, and because we fear being judged. That’s why, so often, we stay silent about exactly what most needs to be spoken. But in this space, there’s no need to wear armor. You’re not here to prove anything. Here, you are free — free to feel, to cry, to express your story just as it is. In the Jaguart Circle, everything you bring — your light, your shadow, your silences — is welcome.

And no, this is not just a beautiful wish. There’s science behind this calling. Dr. Elizabeth Blackburn, Nobel Prize winner in Medicine, conducted a study with women raising children under extreme stress. By sharing their experiences in a space of mutual support, their cortisol levels decreased, their telomeres — the protectors of DNA — regenerated, and they reported a profound sense of well-being, connection, and emotional integration. Sharing. Listening. Being seen. This heals us, even at the neural level.

What is The Jaguart Circle?

A space for women in awakening. A symbolic womb where we share rituals, revelations, fertile silences, and words that heal. It is not therapy. It is not religion. It is shared fire, truth spoken aloud, a mirror gaze. It is support.
Here you can:

● Receive written medicine with every new moon
● Participate in soul gatherings online
● Share your visions without fear of judgment
● Ask questions, cry, laugh, invoke, celebrate
● Remember that you are not alone… nor broken

Where do we meet?

● Sacred Facebook: a warm group where the soul can express itself
● Discord server: channels to talk about rituals, emotions, shadows, everyday magic, broken hearts, and deep fears we rarely dare to speak
● WhatsApp channel: where you’ll receive oracle words straight to your heart
● Ritual Instagram: messages, inspiration, art, and alchemy
● Lunar newsletter: monthly letters filled with intention and vision

This is not for everyone. It’s for you, jaguar woman, if…

● You’ve felt like pretending you’re fine when inside you’re screaming
● You know there’s something more, but don’t know where to begin
● You carry invisible wounds no one seems to notice
● Your soul longs to heal, reconnect, and inhabit your truth
● You want to stop holding everything through sheer strength and start holding yourself through love
● You need a space where you don’t have to explain your sensitivity
● You sense that your story can heal… and also hold you

This circle is your gentle fire.

You don’t need to speak if you don’t want to, and there’s no obligation to show yourself. Just being here, feeling, and allowing yourself to exist is already a way of healing. Here, you are not alone. Here, among all of us, we embrace, mirror, and remember one another.

Because when one woman heals, she awakens an echo in all those around her. Because women are medicine: we weave with words, mend with silence, hold with presence. And when we gather… we are reborn.

Welcome home.