These dark places were scary to the woman who had always lived on the surface and she looked for guides, she looked for helpers, she looked for something familiar, something to steer and navigate with and she found absolutely nothing. At times she felt like she couldn’t breathe, she panicked and thought about giving up completely and surrendering into the arms of death itself.
Other times, her aim was to escape this place as quickly as possible and to get back to the top and so she tried to climb up the coal faces and slippery oily sheer cliffs. At times she made progress but only to loose her precious grip and tumble down even further than before. Each time she tried to climb up, she was taken deeper, gathering new cuts and scrapes and bruises. She sometimes thought she saw the surface and then boom, plummeting so far down. There was no light, no torch, no maps, no signposts and no friendly souls in the dark passageways, she was on her own. Her mind, emotions and body played tricks on her and death tempted her over and over but Something within her guided her onwards.
The woman’s Spirit was Strong. Despite Anything, She was a Powerful soul and All of this adventure was to show her this in the fullness of time. No matter how often she wanted to quit, she never did and she Just Kept going, step by step, minute by minute, breath by breath. Resting a Lot but Always a forward motion with a sense of Somehow this was all for a reason and she felt Trust. This allowed the woman to surrendering into what was and allow all of it to be the experience as it presented Without trying to change it. She journeyed through the dark and another version, and another and another. Never knowing where the bottom was and always wanting to find it to at least reach That place to feel that perhaps she could move on once the bottom had been reached.
The woman’s Heart became Black fire. Not the golden, orange, red fire of the surface but something Profoundly and Staggeringly beautiful. In the dark black journey, the black sacred fire of the heart was called for. It was So glossy and pure that it was iridescent and radiant and her green eyes became used to the light from the black, from the mystery, from the Feminine Loving presence that was Always there as this was the woman. Her Womb shone with electric black velvet as her inner knowing and GPS. Her inner waters glittered black like the space between the stars in the cosmos. She kept walking forward into the unknown with a sense that it would All be well.
And so She journeyed on, falling and tumbling and exploring and adventuring through the inner realms and mysteries. After a fashion that seemed like Many lifetimes, She Stopped falling. It was Done. She didn’t need to Stay in the blackness any longer. She had been remembering the stories and the myths – Innana/ Persephone and others. They didn’t Stay in these realms, they journeyed back out to the surface. And so Somehow she did, quickly and with ease and simplicity and So much gratitude for every step in the worlds that had initially felt so confusing and terrifying. She heard the whispers of friendship on the surface and moved towards the warmth. She had survived this incredible adventure and she had no fear if life ever invited her to revisit the dark as it was now a safe place and not to be feared.
And as she emerged into the fresh winter air, she smiled to notice around her, So many snowdrops that had tenaciously pushed through the dark earth to blossom with their fresh white flowers in the snow.
New beginnings.