At this resurrection time, I want to remind you that there are an abundance of feminist* resurrection myths that predate the one of Christ.

Inanna descended into the Underworld, losing everything, to ascend as the Queen of Everything.

Demeter refused to bring life back to Earth until her daughter Persephone returned from Hell. It was Hecate, Queen of Witches, who found her.

After Osiris is killed, Isis uses her powers to “remember” what has been “dismembered” to bring him back to life.

If we’re going to talk about Jesus, we need to contextualize him as a more recent addition to a long lineage of myths where it was women who descended and ascended, and it was women who helped others with support and healing.

These ascension myths all mark the descent as an integral part of the rebirth process. There is death, being trapped in the Underworld, surviving hell, and getting torn apart.
There is loss, there is betrayal, and there is abandonment.
But there is also a deep reclamation. A wildness, a feral power that blossoms in the compost of sorrow and rupture. It snakes through the cracks, becoming the snake of eroticism intertwined inside of the next version of Self.

There is a profound, sacred reunion.
Of new parts and old, of child and parent, of lovers and God.
This can only come after the dark night.

There can be no ascent without the descent. Our culture emphasizes the ascent.
It does not give us tools to deal with the descent. Rituals. Story. Circles. Support.
Many are shapeshifting right now. Moving into a new shape, while clinging to the old.

When you are trapped in the in-between—
identities
desires
goals—

the missing remedy is often grief.

Demeter grieved her daughter.
Isis grieved her husband.
Inanna grieved the loss of everything, including her literal physical form.



You might need to grieve a world you wanted, but that isn’t here yet.

You need to grieve the dreams that imploded when met with the truth.
The relationships that couldn’t withstand certain requests, needs, and values.

The people who wanted you when you were small, toxic, and unhealthy, but were threatened by your success. 
You need to grieve for all the parts of you that now must die, and must reemerge in different forms.

It was comfortable thinking these parts kept you safe. 


It’s ok to admit it felt good to be loved.
That ignoring your desires, ambitions, and the truth made everything easier. In some ways, it did. The illusion was blissful in its own way. 


But now you need to say goodbye. 

Understand that nothing ever really dies.
Those burdened parts can rest. 

That dream can still bloom, in a different shape.

The pearl is spun from irritation.

You will meet people who will meet this version of you, and they will love you.
You will meet those who have been rebirthed through the crucible of the flame, as you have.
And the more you talk about your experience, the more you create the gold from lead, the more you weave yourself into the living, breathing web of mythology.

The miracle of life after death is the oldest magical myth that humans have ever told.

I’m not in the grief part of the death and rebirth spiral. I am, yet again, a seedling.
But I know it well, and I am sure to be plunged back into the 5 of Cups again.
Death is not a punishment. Loss is a great privilege.

In grief, distractions and falsehoods get sloughed away, which leaves us unburdened, which gives with more.

More space.
More consciousness.
More clarity.
More direction.

More bravery. More awareness that we are not alone.

In “How We Live is How We Die,” Pema shares: 



Our felt sense of existing as a separate, special self is at the root of all our torments in life and in death. The more we can let go of our fixation of this illusory “me” during this life, the ore we’ll be free of that fixation in the bardo of becoming.



And the bardo of becoming, the site of all future possibilities, is one where the magic happens. It’s one with a widened sense of choice that can only come from a widened sense of connection to all.

No descent, no ascent. 
No ascent, no descent.
Above/Below.

Ultimately, one and the same.

In our intuition class, we’ve been discussing the capacity expansion of whimsy and play. Whimsy, silliness, play, and humor are often the first signs that the integrated parts of “you” are coming back online. 

This is because all of these states require safety and a sense of inner coherence to be expressed. Sometimes, you can “fake it” with dancing, stand-up comedy, dressing up, and glimmer hunting in nature. Before you know it, the singing birds and sensational flowers have brought you back to life.

This month, I deeply hope you create your art, interpret your experiences for the wisdom they hold, and find ways to stay agentic, no matter what part of the Spiral you find yourselves on. Tangled up or knot, you are here! ;)

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*I feel called to share, in this time of heightened conservatism, that when I say "feminist" or "women" or "feminine" that I mean the entire spectrum of such: trans, non-binary, cis, queer, old, young, questioning—all the ways in which we exist. No gender essentialism, no transphobia, no homophobia. Moon Studio ground rules. Ok? Ok!

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