Halfway down the Rabbit Hole

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Spring has finally emerged from the dreariness of winter, yet this little rabbit is reluctant to raise its head from the burrow. Little bubbles of magic stir in her bloodstream. They pulse and glow, growing in intensity inspite of the reluctance to transform. Change is inevitable, it cannot be stopped in its tracks. She is already halfway down the rabbit hole, the deep inner chamber awaits her return. Patience little one, patience.

Tiny sparks of light illuminate her journey through the tunnel. It seems as if the stars have fallen from the heavens to guide her way through the labyrinth. The Earth watches her child silently, willing her onwards towards transmutation and revelation. The rabbit reaches the centre of the labyrinth, her journey not yet at an end. Further trials await, life awaits. The voices of her ancestors call to her, guiding, encouraging. Her chest feels heavy as if the life breath is fighting to avoid being extinguished. As she steps over the threshold her atoms fly apart and she is not who she was before. The Universe blinks and the moment is gone.

The eight facetted central chamber remains silent at her entrance. It offers her a tiny piece of the puzzle, the White Rabbit and Alice are one and the same. She contemplates this little morsel. How strange this did not occur to her before. Little rabbit, little rabbit, what is your name? She sits on the earth floor and watches life emerge around her. Tiny green shoots push their way through the soil, eager to emerge into the light. Her eyes close and she feels the world rock around her. Will she survive this trial? An image appears in her mind’s eye, her rotting corpse is split asunder and insects feast on her flesh. Fear fills the chamber, the beat of its shadowed wings almost unbearable. This time of chaos lasts an eternity.


The darkness is overwhelming, its tendrils reaching out hungrily. “Fight it”, whisper the voices of all those who have gone before. All this is an illusion she tells her herself. Her soul remains steadfast but how long can it stand against this tide of turbulence? Runes burn through the earth, protectively encircling her. She faces her deepest, darkest fears within the centre of the labyrinth. They are used against her. Yet, a fire burns within her heart. It throbs and glows like a thousand suns. Its flames soon scorch the blackness swirling round the chamber, until it becomes a huge ball of fire. She sits at the centre of the Sun, without form, just pure consciousness.

Little rabbit, little rabbit, is this the end for you? It appears not. Many hands lift her up through the earth until the light of Bel envelops her in its embrace. A feathered cloak is placed around her shoulders and a hawthorn staff placed in her hands. A puzzling tale but the journey is just commencing. Talking in riddles but that is for you to unravel.

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photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/37755964@N03/22687671199″>alien</a&gt; via <a href=”http://photopin.com”>photopin</a&gt; <a href=”https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/”>(license)</a&gt;