A Sacred Threshold: The 9/9 Portal

Heather Scott
Sep 5
3 min read

This week, on September 9, the cosmos widens its doorway. The 9/9 portal arrives—not as fanciful fluff, but as an invitation woven through centuries of collective human consciousness. We, as gardeners of time, have used the Gregorian calendar—crafted in the late 1500s—to give shape to our days, our festivals, our seasons. That very mapping births resonance. It gifts certain dates their sacred weight and holds power when we—intentionally—lean in.

This year, 2025 is imbued with triple-nine energy. Math whispers: 2 + 0 + 2 + 5 = 9. We’re not just dancing with the power of nine twice; we’re draped in it threefold. And as this portal unfolds under the waning moon, the cosmic current leans toward unburdening, releasing, and concluding what no longer serves.

In numerology, nine holds the energy of endings. The culmination. The final chapter before transformation. The waning moon—its light gracefully retreating between full and new—is the hush that invites release.

So this 9/9/9 portal is a sublime, potent moment to surrender, to let go, to close chapters, and tenderly cradle closure... before the colder, inward-turning months find us.

Endings: The Hidden Hands That Open to New Beginnings

Endings—they feel heavy, don’t they? We equate release with loss, closure with grief. Yet endings are often just beginnings wrapped in shadows, nudging us toward what wants to bloom next. We lean into endings when we trust that newness waits patiently beyond the letting go.

So if you’ve been holding onto baggage—beliefs, stories, grief, worn-out dreams—allow 9/9 to be your ceremony of release. You are not breaking. You are ushering. You are clearing space for what wants to rise. The cosmos—hundreds of years of shared intention through this calendar—stands back to witness. Let it hold you while you surrender.

Sacred Allies for the Work

Herbal Ally: Bay Leaf

Bay leaves are your gentle herbal conspirators for release. On this day, take a leaf and, in sacred whisper or bold ink, write whatever you are ready to release. The words hold gravity. When those words rest on the leaf, they become living intention.

Then:

Burn it in flame—watch the smoke curl skyward, carrying your release into the beyond.
Or crush it, letting the fragments scatter into the wind.Either way, the bay leaf becomes your vessel of release—and your ally in letting go.

Crystal Ally: Labradorite

Labradorite holds the energy of three-phase alignment—mirroring our triple-nine year.

Intuition: Gaze into its shifting colors. Let it reflect back what your soul already knows needs to be released.
Release: As you hold it, feel it carrying that release for you.
Transition: Let it be your anchor, your shimmering cradle, as you step into what emerges after the shedding.

Labradorite doesn’t demand. It holds. It guides. It helps you witness the thresholds and walk through with grace.

A Gentle 9/9 Ritual to Close and Rebirth

Here, a sacred invitation—three simple acts, soft in form, potent in presence:

Create Your CircleAt dawn or dusk, find your space. Light a candle or your favorite incense. Call in your herbal and crystal allies—place your bay leaf and your labradorite at your center.Whisper: “I call in the energy of 9/9, of endings, of what must be released, so that what is next might grace my life.”
Write, Release, WitnessOn the bay leaf, write what you wish to release. Speak it softly, fiercely, with ritual pulses of breath.Choose your release method—burn or scatter. With each curl of smoke or wind-borne fragment, feel the weight lift.
Hold the Labradorite, Embrace the ThresholdHold your labradorite close—either to your heart or your third eye. Let it’s luminous magic wrap around you.Whisper: “I see what needs to go. I release, I transition. I trust the new that is emerging.”Stay a moment—or as long as your soul says. Let its quiet presence support you.

Closing Breath

I share this planetary threshold from my rooted place—part herbalist, part mystic mother, part sacred witness. Let us together welcome endings not as mourning but as birthplaces.

This 9/9 is not just a date. It is a portal. A flame. A soft unraveling. A promise.

Begin your ritual.

Reclaim your clarity.

Let the old fall away, and step into what’s waiting.