What do you find in the Underworld?
Take off your crown. This cold gold burden neither heals nor helps, lifts nor loves. Set down authority, command, and hierarchy. See it for what it is. Release the privilege of rule to the soil.
What do you find in the Underworld?
Lay down your jewels. They do not feed the hungry or clothe the cold. They teach neither justice nor wisdom. They hold you separate from your people. See them for what they are. Release the privilege of wealth to the soil.
What do you find in the Underworld?
Remove your armor, the shining breastplate over your heart. This base metal is like a cage, forever holding you separate from those who would love you, from those you would love. See it clearly for what it is. Release the privilege of separation to the soil.
What do you find in the Underworld?
Set down your pen, your ruler, your phone. These lenses are the blowing dust, the sandstorm, the fog that rises to obscure the patterns beneath it. There is nothing to measure here, nothing to weigh. See these clearly for what they are. Release the privilege of judgment to the soil.
Descend.
Naked, walk in darkness. Bare feet upon the earth, bare head to the sky, bare heart to the world. See it clearly for what it is. Place your hands upon this soil, upon this world, upon the minds and hearts around you. Open, trusting, grieving, learning. Touch the truth of deep earth, of the broken lives and flowing blood that watered the ground on which you stand. Generations sing in every grain of hallowed soil, the lamentation of 400 years’ sorrow. A rising chorus of dreams shattered, hope denied, of bondage and violence and death without dignity. Blood and ashes mingle here. The bedrock beneath you cries out, thirsting for justice, for hope, for help.
Descend.
Grieve. Let the healing waters rise within you. Let your tears, your sweat, your blood, your soul swell beneath the moon like so many waves reaching toward shore. Let these sacred waters fall to the earth, to the soil, to the dark loam beneath your fingertips. Pour out your spirit. Nurture this soil with all that you are, your fruit grown in this dark earth. Feed the sweet prizes of the orchards rooted here into the thirsty, denuded soil. Return the harvest, the luscious bounty bought of anguish.
Dissent.
Grow. Let the greening power rise within you. Tender and pounding with fear, with adoration, with awe, with grief, let your beating heart sound the rhythm of a new world. Thundering with compassion, waves of rage and love crashing upon the earth, knocking down, clearing space for That Which Was to crumble.
Dissent.
Cup the precious seeds you find in trembling hands. Let the pulse of your new song flow into them. Plant them deep in this rich soil. Water them with the open hand of justice, of accountability, of shared burdens and shared blessings.
What do you find in the Underworld?
New roots grow, tender and fragile at first. New leaves open. Every moon they strengthen. Every sun they grow.
What do you find in the Underworld?
New bonds form, tentative and shaky at first. New wisdom flows. Every night they increase. Every season they deepen.
What do you find in the Underworld?
Darkness
Roots
Soil
Water
What do you find in the Underworld?
Truth
Connection
Healing
Hope
What do you find in the Underworld?
In the Underworld
You find
Life
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