It’s Time to Eat the Pomegranate Seed

The Northern Hemisphere has entered into “The Shadow Season” (queue the dark mystery music). What is the Shadow Season you ask?

In the Greek Pantheon, Hades was the King of the Underworld and he wanted Persephone as his wife and Queen. Persephone was the only daughter, and child, of Zeus and Demeter. Hades decided he wanted to be with Persephone and cared not if she wanted to be with him, he made his decision. Persephone would be his. Hades found a way to lure her away from her attendants so she was alone. He opened up the earth from underneath her and kidnapped her to take her back to the Underworld to marry him and be his Queen.

Demeter was distraught with her daughter missing. Since Demeter reigned over vegetation, she wasn’t paying any attention to the crops and failed to keep them alive. Everything died during her sorrow. She swore she’d let it all die if her daughter wasn’t returned. What was a man to do? People needed to eat. Zeus and Hades struck a deal where Persephone could return above to live with her parents for part of the year so the crops would grow and the balance was to be spent with her King where the crops would wither and die. When Persephone agreed Hades, wanting to ensure her return, found a way to get her to eat the seed of the pomegranate. The pomegranate is a symbol of love and marriage and by eating the seed, she was tied to Hades for the agreed upon amount of time as his wife. No dissolution.

This is one story of how the seasons were created. Persephone has part of the year free where she’s allowed to roam above ground, still tied to Hades as his wife. For the rest of the year, she must return to the Underworld in a dark place where she must do something she didn’t want to do, but for the betterment of her family, she agreed to do. She ate the seed, tying herself to the darkness. She willingly returns each season.

The Underworld is a place where you are forced to meet the darkest parts of yourself. These darker parts, we don’t like to address, are called your shadow, hence the term Shadow Season. It is cooler or colder and much darker this time of year, and as such, many people struggle during these seasons and depression ensues. Their energy becomes heavier and denser.

It’s time for me to do the deepest dive into my own psyche I have ever done. For the last couple of years I have been working on the emotional scars of my past which I allowed to rule my life and my behavior. I have worked through so many of them, but it’s time to get down to the very root of the issue and release it. How can I tell people “I’ve done my Dark Night of the Soul” if I’m not even sure I’ve done it. Well, I can assure you, I am in it right now, knees deep (balls if I had penis) and it’s not pleasant. I’m going down into the depths of the Underworld to work this shit out because I’m over it.

This means relationships will change. My outlook on life will adjust and so will my vibration along with it. Some people may not vibe with me during this change and if you don’t, please know I love you as a human and wish you all of the best. I am not going get angry if you decide not to be friends with me. I may be sad, but will understand the Universe has different plans for us and I’m ready. I’m so fucking ready for the change.

Come Spring, like Persephone, I will be ready to explode back to life with freedom from having worked through the shadows. I will be much more integrated and ready to blow my business wide open with a year long program to help you take charge of your own well-being by connecting to Spirit, learning to accept love, integrating your past trauma and past lives. Huge. It’s going to be Huge.

Are you ready to eat the seed of the pomegranate too? I’d love to hear from you!

3 thoughts on “It’s Time to Eat the Pomegranate Seed

  1. Janie Howard says:

    What an amazing story. It so shows exactly how we live our life and the sacrifices that we make, and don’t realise how much they are hurting us. I have no memories of my childhood, but I have no idea why. The only traumatic thing that happened was when my grandad died when I was 8. They brought his body home, which is what they did back then, and he was in a bedroom in their house. I had to go in and say goodbye and kiss him. It was so awful, as he was so so cold, I don’t remember it being traumatic, but I do remember it, which makes me think it obviously was, as I don’t remember anything else after that.

    Thank you so much for sharing this and your story.

    Much love and light

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