Betrayal is a place.

Standing in journey space I ask to go to the beginning, to the origin of my betrayal. I am standing on a cliff. Betrayal is me dressed in an all-white dress. I have been in this spot before. The first time I ran off the cliff falling hundreds of feet into the ocean just to get away from Betrayal. That is how much I want to deal with Betrayal. Since running away did not work this time I grab Betrayal leaping us both off the cliff. As we fall I become aware of a jade pendent in my hand as we tumbled down, down, down, smashing into the ocean’s surface. The giant crashing waves swallow us immediately. Someone or something grabs the back of my clothes dragging me down deeper into the inky black water. There is an air bubble around my face and I am able to breath but my body is limp and stunned. Down, down, down, we go. I am pulled out of the water half way onto shore. The jade piece is still in my hand. Slowly the strength returns to my body and I begin to crawl further onto shore out of the reach of the pounding waves. Looking back over the water Neptune is here his upper half sticking out of the water holding his trident. He smiles at me. He says jokingly that I am down here a lot lately these days. Exhausted I still manage a wry smile back at him as he slips back under the water. I begin to look around. Where am I? I am at the front part of large cave inside the cliff’s walls. I walk towards the back of the cave where a single door appears. There is no handle.  A little perplexed about my next move, I become aware of the jade piece in my hand. I have seen this in the movies. Is the jade piece the key to open the door? I begin to look for a match on the door to the jade piece. Placing the jade piece in a notch on the door, it lights up and disappears. Suddenly I am in a dark space. In the inky blackness I can sense someone is there to guide me. We are going down, down, down again. First there are steps of stone gradually turn into dirt then fades into a ramp of wet damp earth. I begin to slide down the dirt ramp as it is very slippery. Sliding quickly through the muck until I stop, I look up to see what this place is. It is like a classic desolation scene from an apocalypse movie. Everything is dead. It is dark with a creepy mist. The ground feels mucky and unable to support my weight completely. The mud seems different somehow, more viscous. Dropping to my knees I dig my hands into the mud bringing it closer to my face for inspection. It is blood. Blood is completely soaked into the soil. Nothing can live here. A voice speaks to me. Voice: This is where it all started. This is the beginning. The gravity of these words sinks in and for a moment I am a mix of many emotions ranging from horror to compassion. This is an area of great darkness. What is needed I ask? In response I throw up a little magic mushroom. I ask the mushrooms if they can help bring life back to this place. The mushroom face smiles giving a little wink and pushes itself determinedly into the blood-soaked soil. I begin to bless the mushrooms. I plunge my hands deep into the viscous bloody black soil. My prayer is a mix of words and images and imagination. I imagine the mushrooms creating a great network in the soil pulling out all the toxins and blood transmuting them into nourishment. I imagine the nutrients from the blood creating the most fertile rich black soil able to grow everything. Mushrooms are able to heal anything you know. They are truly magic. Thank you mushrooms. It was a place of great darkness and sorrow now it will be equally brilliant. I imagine the balance, from great darkness comes great light. I command the light to rise. A great tower of light emerges from the ground. The Voice: It will be a place of great importance to the light where people will pilgrimage for healing. Once was once cast aside now entwined again with the whole. The drum beat begins to slow and I return to the beginning which is also the end.