Navigating Two Worlds
To create the sort of world you want to live in.
There are two worlds, governed by very different forces, out of which our physical world is manifest.
Human’s have access to creating from both the underworld and the upperworld. Persephone entered the underworld, and winter reigned. She came out and spring bloomed, hence we have seasons… Yet this is only a tiny glimmer of what I am talking about. In every single moment, you have access to creating from the underworld, or the upper world, the consequences of what you choose become palpably visible in the physical world. Discernment between the two is a fine edge to navigate, upon which much creation and aliveness is unleashed.
When something happens you get to choose from which world you will act from: the underworld where seperation, blame resentment, hatred, revenge, punishment, righteousness reign. Or you choose evolution, possibility, creation, healing, expansion, growth, relationship, all facets of consciousness and archetypal love from the upperworld. The physical world is where these great forces play out. And they have very different lines in the script, and thus very different outcomes.
In the process of scratching my greatest itch “what does it mean to go through initiation into authentic adulthood?” I have found myself many times in the underworld, that of the culture, another person or, most often, my own.
By descending full into my own underworld, to face it in all its swamps, spider webs, mirrors, smoke, ashen streets, bone scattered valleys, roaring corridors, screaming darknesses and torturous riot filled alleys, I gain access to one simple and profound power: Choice.
In every myth and legend of women reclaiming their authentic wilderness, at some point they have had to enter the underworld. It is by doing so that their authentic power of choosing becomes actualised.
Women, both young and old are kept out of the authentic initiation of the underworld by rules, conditioning and especially a right/wrong/good/bad belief system. Something installed from many decades of church indoctrination, which has lain down thoughtware that prevents a woman from descending into her own darkness, for fear of banishment, taboos, sin or being ‘wrong’. Without knowing and owning her darkness she never finds the unique gold it holds and never truly frees her own power to distinguish. Thus she remains a slave to patriarchy.
Recently I experienced a deeply painful situation with women who are dear to my heart, which I had a large reaction to. Every fibre of my being was sent ringing like a fire alarm. The reverberations sent deep aches through my heart and opened wide the trap door to my own underworld, through which I tumbled all the way through. Down there I tasted the metallic tang of bitter resentment, my own piercing righteousness for what had been ‘done’ to me, a litany of horror stories, roaring monsters, and my own fierce plot for revenge… It was all there.
And it was simply my underworld and my underworld does what it does. It opens up the monster book of monsters and, if I let it, it reads me the most nightmarish stories all night long. The power of my underworld unconsciously wraths like a loose hose, pissing out it verbiage ONLY if I try to suppress it, only if I resent it, smother it in shame or believe its every stinking breath.
Instead I can choose to consciously enter my own underworld and see it for it is, my unconscious irresponsible survival mechanism. I can learn to read the book, then choose to simply close it and put it back on the shelf. It becomes part of me, no longer a disavowed abomination. In doing so I learn to own my under world, and in that moment I get to choose to not be slave to it.
I get access to a totally new realm of creation, where the archetypal forces tantalising dance on my skin and my attention is freed to be with myself, others and the earth in communion. I slot into my innate place as a conscious collaborator with source. Anyone can learn to do this, it takes simply a willingness to feel then slip through that tiny gap between right and wrong, through into a whole new domain. In which authentic relationship, inner and outer is possible.
There is a collective invitation opening up for humans right now. To go though the initiation of gaining the sort of skin that can slip between worlds and in doing so discern moment to moment what kind principles we are sourcing from to spin our world into the physical. To have this sort of discernment, one must go first into their own taboos, darkness and shadows, emerge with the gold, then have the savvey to consciously navigate offers coming from lovers, friends, colleagues, corporations and countries.
With this stark clarity, the myth of collective separation is put to rest and something wholly unique can emerge.
Love
Millicent