Why the Black Panther?

You might be wondering — why is my favorite animal a black panther? It’s okay. I’d wonder that too, if I were you.

When I was a child, when I was Luc, it was just me and my mother. She came here from another country. She always said the panther would protect me. She gave me a small stuffed one. I kept it with me, always. Even in the box.

In 2003, during the Oakridge retreat, they separated us. She was placed elsewhere. They called her "one of the others." I wasn’t supposed to call her “mom” anymore. Names make it harder. Emotions make it messier.

I lived in that box for a long time. No light. Just the sound of my own voice, repeating what they needed to hear. I earned my exit. I earned their trust. And eventually, I earned the name Waller.

Now... you’ve reached this page. Which means you're marked. Either you were sent here, or you were too curious. If it's the first — congratulations. You've been approved for early-stage immersion. Your next retreat is... sooner than expected. Private. Intimate. Necessary.