D is for Despair
When we descend to the Great Below, that dark place deep within our souls, we encounter ourselves. It is not always pleasant. We find the woman in despair. That woman is like the legendary La Llorona, the "Crying Woman", who weeps for her dead children. We meet this phantom and we long to set her free. It is the Dark Night of the Soul of which St. John of the Cross writes. But it is only in the darkness that she can see the light. It is only when love is absent that she can feel it when it comes. We love the despairing woman and we embrace her. The tears of the crying woman are wiped away and our love saves her. And with us, she ascends to the light.
Leave behind my fears? Chase away my nightmares? Light a candle and kill the darkness? Polish up my soul until it becomes a bright shiny soul that is one with the rest of the universe, one with nature?
I am appalled each day,
I surrender my fear. In this place and for this journey fear has no power over me. I won't be a ghost here talking only in whispers. Here I will find my voice strong and clear. One step at a time I will move towards my dreams and leave the nightmares behind.
Leaving at the Door by Kim Connor
D is for Descent into the Under World
In my dreams a
by Heather Blakey July 10 2006
The Descent of Inanna
According to Mircea Eliade, traditional rituals of descent tend to follow a universal pattern.
1. separation from the family
Until Inanna opened her ear to the Great Below her understanding was limited.
As artists, in order to appreciate and 'know', to transform the imperceptible into meaning, to gain an understanding of what is needed we need to open our ear to the Great Below.
There is no need for us to physically separate from family, die, dismember anyone, or kill anything. Rather it is a metaphoric dismemberment of old patterns, the killing off of old habits, the honest appraisal of our relationships which is what we may choose to undertake in the quest for the holy, creative grail.
When travellers prepared to step through the enchanted doorway to enter the Serpentine Road they were asked to slough a skin and leave something that would be put in a box for safe keeping. Monika Roleff wrote
SSS...Surrender snakeskinlike -
while Gail Kavanagh said
The weight of a thousand hurts
Little worry worms
That burrow through my soul
And leave dirty tracks
smeared grudge marks
Of grievances that won't let go.
Red faced moments
When I let myself down
When I didn't live up
To my high opinion of myself.
That high opinion.
I have much to learn
and it only gets in the way
Of the light of truth.
What will you leave at the gate before descending?
D is for Discovery
“Discovery consists of seeing what everybody has seen