Welcome to
Technicolor Monastery
For those who keep time in the ruins.
Begin Your Pilgrimage
You've stepped into sacred strangeness.
Whether you come cloaked in questions, burning with longing, or carrying broken beliefs, there is a place for you here.
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Choose your next step:
Explore the Hours - A living rhythm of prayer, poetry, and ritual.
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Draw a Card - Let the ritual deck speak into your day.
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Read the Rule - Our vow to live holy in the margins - grieving, raging, loving, and returning - by the wild light of the Unholy Hours.
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Join the Community - Find other wild, wondering seekers.
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Guidebooks & Rites - Tools, prayers, and practices for the wandering soul.
The Technicolor Monastery is not a building. It's a threshold, sanctuary, a rebellion in sacred tones. Rooted in Queer devotion, ancestral ache, and monastic mischief, we gather to tend our spirits in full spectrum.
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We honor the sacred in every misfit story.
We pray in protest.
We keep the Unholy Hours.
What is the Technicolor Monastery?
"You are already holy.
Even in your doubt. Even in your longing.
May your grief be held.
May your pleasure be blessed.
May you find your way --
and forget and return and forget and return again."
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- Abbot Keats