Dark Journals (or Persephone's Underworld Diary)
Title: Yes and then no, hot and then not
Time: Second lunar month new moon
Place: Underworld
Entry: Adventure never stops in this place, thousand leagues beneath the seafloor. I met masks, I met different personalities, I talked with at least 10 shadow selves, went into the nook and crannies of this infinite world of sorrow and grief. There were good days, but there were more bad days. Important note, one should prepare for darkest days and darkest moods, nobody knows what kind of dark he will bring to the table. One thing is for sure, it will be corrosive and destructive.
Emotion/s: Surrender
Reflection: Prepare for endless destruction when in his lair. He will boil you down into the hottest point and then with what's left of you, he will burn you until you are pulverised into ashes.
Post Script: There will be healing eventually, a mystical kind, the kind only he can give, but a word of warning, you have to survive the corrosive destruction first. Good luck.
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Dark Journals (or Persephone's Underworld Diary)
Title: Reminiscing and trying to make some sense . . . but no
Time: Second lunar month full moon
Place: Underworld
Entry: Dreams communicate to us. It tells us a lot about our friends, acquaintances. It reminds us of our dead plans. It alerts us of how time flies and it shows us the transformation that we have been through and the remaining adjustments that we still have to go through. He has been quiet but I can feel him all the time in me, with me.
Emotion/s: Wary
Reflection: Reflection doesn't come easy in the underworld. There are a lot to filter. There are a lot to organize. There are a lot of patterns, it is not easy to read them in isolation, they must be read while intertwined with all other threads. Not an easy task.
Post Script: Roller coaster of emotions, too tiring, crying at night is the only way to ease the heartache.
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Dark Journals (or Persephone's Underworld Diary)
Title: New home
Time: Third lunar month new moon
Place: Underworld
Entry: Even though I am down below in his lair, there are moments when I am free from his presence. One of those moments is this time when I am free to roam and just mind my own business, away from his probing eyes. I like this little pockets of time when I can be alone with my thoughts and feelings because he is not observing. Such freedom is hard earned and I plan to use it fully to organize my place and establish new boundaries.
Emotion/s: Joyful
Reflection: Why cannot we co-exist harmoniously?
Post Script: Why is freedom so fleeting?
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Dark Journals (or Persephone's Underworld Diary)
Title: Negligible
Time: Third lunar month full moon
Place: Underworld
Entry: He's terrible. Who am I kidding? He is downright terrible. The kind that makes one so angry enough that lashing out is a very justifiable act.
All I see was red. Red. Red. Red. Then I breathed deep. Deeply. Deeper. I waited. Waited. Cried hot tears. Then I just stayed quiet.
Emotion/s: Red hot fury of anger
Reflection: I read this somewhere: principled fury
Post Script: I read somewhere that the sting of poison actually hurts the body of the stinger first before he injects it to the intended stingee.
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PPS: It is no accident that I am just posting my journal entries now. The time I spent in the deep dark down below was too profound to be captured in words. Actually, words were not used as much as intuition, action and meaningful silence most of the time. So far in my underworld journeys, the past months were some of the darkest hours in my life. I was warned that it was just the beginning.
