“Inanna’s descent… is a story of an initiation process into the mysteries… Inanna shows us the way, and she is the first to sacrifice herself for a deep feminine wisdom…” ~Sylvia Brinton Perera
Artwork: Inanna/Ishtar by Monica Sjoo
I dream that a dark figure is chasing me. But the chase is interrupted when the stranger is bitten by a small black spider. I watch the body of the stranger as it collapses, shrivels, dies – eventually turning to dust and dirt. I lean down and feel the dirt in my hands – cool, moist, and mixed with blood, bones, and bits of clothing. I need to ingest this dirt in order to complete my task.It feels strange to be moving deeper on an inward journey in the middle of summer. The long, sunny days are luring me to play, to socialize, to be light – but I resist. The cool walls of my own internal dwelling seem to offer respite from the heat of the sun.