Katabasis

Grief waits for nobody. It burns a hole until it is large enough that it cannot be ignored. A slow ember that can, if it must, burn at your very core.

It is better to meet grief halfway, instead of allowing it to catch up with you. For to meet it, is to accept it, to acknowledge it.

To ignore it, to bury it, is to cause more of a fire than any ember could start.

Grief may come over you in waves. An expression that I had heard before, and now I understand in ways I never did before. It crashes over you. Consumes you. Then leaves you as if it were not there.

The thing is that grief is something that you cannot contain. Regardless of how you try.

It will impact us all in different ways, but one thing is for certain, it will impact us.

I have not updated this blog in quite some time. I always intended to keep this here as a place to share gnosis and important thoughts. I suppose there is nothing quite more important to me at the moment.

There have been many changes in my life since my last update here. Granted, 99.9% of you follow my YouTube channel, and thus you are aware of these changes. The death in my family has been but one of many.

When I look back on this year, I have lived within the cycle of death for most of it. I completed a pathworking in the Qlippoth earlier this year, for the first time, and that in itself was transformative. An ego death. Going through your own personal hell to be reborn into someone stronger.

That path was an initiation in itself with Queen Lilith. She rebirthed me. She gave me new eyes to see. This is something I am gradually sharing on my Patreon and with my YouTube members, as it is a very personal thing and not something I want to be debated on a public forum.

The Qlippoth was one of several deeper layers that I have not shared yet.

Katabasis. This is something Hecate has been guiding me through.

Katabasis is a trope, a pathworking, a belief for millennia. That one would descend into the underworld to be reborn anew. This is something that can take a lifetime or many lifetimes. It is something I understand now, my mother (Hecate, proverbially) has been leading me through for a long time now.

The Qlippoth is but one layer on my personal journey within my own Katabasis.

The loss of my grandmother. A woman I share a deep spiritual bond with, for better or worse, has been another layer. One I still go through, as I close a cycle within my bloodline.

Her body has not even been buried yet (thanks to the UK’s arbitrary laws) but her spirit somewhat haunts me.

It’s hard to share these things, for there are many layers to even what I share here. Yet I felt encouraged to do so.

This post, perhaps, is not in straightforward terms. It’s not truly meant to be. It is an expression, a channelling, of my understanding and of my pain…and of my truth.

I am tired of the egos which permeate the internet. The toxic bravados of little boys and girls who are too wounded to see they speak from their own ego. As they dress as superheroes and supervillains living in some fantasy land.

I pity them.

I pity those who follow such people. For they are lost.

The world is full of them. Lost souls.

And it is Hekate who will guide them in the end. Consciously or not.

Her torches currently guide me too, through this season, through this layer of Katabasis and onto the next.

It is less of an inferno, and more of a warmth.

Hail Hekate.