Easter to the Soul April 6, 2012
of the oldest recorded myths comes from Sumeria and tells the story of
Inanna, Queen of Heaven and Earth. After a period of growing, assuming
her authority, working to bless the world with the gifts of
civilization, courting, marrying, birthing and mothering, Inanna
descends to the underworld to visit her sister Ereshkigal, its Queen. On
the way down she is stripped one by one of all her earthly possessions:
symbols of her beauty, success, femininity and the power she has worked
so hard to attain. At the bottom she is met by Ereshkigal who has her
hung naked on a meat hook. And there she hangs. But on the third day,
with the help of her loyal priestess, Ninshubur, and Enki, the God of
Culture, she’s rescued and returns to life in the world above.
This is an allegory of a universal truth. Like all great myths, which
are stories about our relationships with the gods, it does not have to
be factually true on the outside but is always true on the inside, the
domain of the soul. The truth is, whether or not we all agree on the
meaning, names or details, this story is relevant to every soul.
it’s about the seasonal Death/Rebirth cycles of vegetation and
fertility. Psychologically, Joseph Campbell saw it as a metaphor for the
soul’s empowerment and evolving consciousness via the descent into the
unconscious, the experience of powerlessness, and the realization of our
strength through facing our disowned shadow qualities. Spiritually,
it’s about the universal longing for salvation and redemption through
divine revelation and intervention.
To the ego it sometimes feels crucial that we get the facts right,
possess the “correct” interpretation — especially the religious one —
and reject the “wrong” one. But to the soul, these details are beside
the point. To your soul and mine, this story is a celebration of the
sacred miracle of life, and all three interpretations are equally true.
soul is grateful for the sun which brings warmth and light to our days
so plants can grow and we can learn and improve and do the hard work
that brings meaning and comfort to our lives. We’re all glad when each
productive day is followed by a cooler, softer, moonlit night when we
can rest, enjoy our loved ones, rejuvenate our bodies and spirits.
Our souls appreciate the exquisite balance of seasons whose
alternating cycles likewise bring times of arising, thriving,
descending, and dying. And every soul celebrates when the ego dies to
its ignorance and meanness and awakens to its nobility in a miraculous
new season of enlightened forgiveness, gratitude and compassion.
Above all, our souls know our ego selves did not make any of this
happen. Something far greater, some Sacred Mystery over which we have no
control, some benevolent, boundless, timeless Otherness set
the processes of life in motion and keeps them working. And when we set
apart times like this to stop and think about it, we remember that we
are blessed beyond measure to participate in this miracle.
In this season of rebirth and renewal I send my blessings to all celebrators everywhere of the miracle of life.
'May we live in peace without weeping. May our joy outline the lives we touch without ceasing. And may our love fill the world, angel wings tenderly beating.'