This is the descent into darkness.
The material world runs practically on autopilot – in a good way. The spirits take more of my time and attention these days. I continue to speak with them, to hold them in my thoughts, to consider very seriously the things they say. They lead me in a direction that is scary and exciting at the same time. One step more, and then change.
Last night we marked the departure of Kore and Apollon – to the Underworld and to Hyperborea. I acted for the purposes of this ritual as priestess of Persephone, and my friend potami as priestess of Apollon. We started with all of the lights on, and at different points in the ritual we would turn each light off, one at a time, until we ended with a sliced pomegranate, and music, and darkness.
Covered in skulls, covered in skulls. You were covered in skulls, she said, describing what she had seen in the darkness.
Larger than life and covered in human skulls.
This is the descent into night.
This is the season of dying, of transforming, of finding oneself in the garden of bones. And dancing in that garden, pomegranate in hand.
Here comes the night time. Here comes the change. Now.