The veil thins and we walk willingly into the dark. Samhain is the witch’s new year—the sacred night when we meet our ghosts, honor our dead, and let parts of ourselves die, too. At Samsara, we do it with devotion. With candles, with sex, with grief cracked wide open. This is not a party—it’s a portal. We invite you to mourn, to celebrate, to cast, to conjure. Come in costume, come in shadow, come in reverence. We just want you to come with us.

What you bury here will feed your next becoming.