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		<title>By: Sara Firman</title>
		<link>http://liciaberry.com/blog/2009/10/31/subterranean-waters/comment-page-1/#comment-69</link>
		<dc:creator>Sara Firman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 16:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for this Licia.  It reminds me of so many buried things.  I fell in love with a piece of land partly because I had dreams there that drew me underground.

I felt that I went down into a huge cleft that lay beneath the creek that ran beside the cabin I lived in.  I was unafraid but did not complete the journey and expected to return in a later dream.

There was much to the experience with this land, with this dream, and the many hard lessons that came to me there.  It was certainly an experience of living in several dimensions as you describe in your post here.  It is hard to articulate well.

I lost that beloved land and dream in a divorce.  It is interesting to me that the dream began for me in 2000 and ended in 2007, which are the years you mention above.  This may mean nothing or everything.  How can any of us know?

When I came across the poem below, I felt that it described the anguish of that loss well ...

DIVING by Jessica Penrose
 
You may feel me as a ripple beneath your feet,
a tremor, a parting of grass stalks
that shiver and return to stillness.
 
I&#039;m swimming just below the surface,
sweeping back armfuls of tree roots
and animal bones in my wake.
 
The crown of my head is an earth mover.
My hands slice through clay
legs kick out at rock and feel it crumble.
 
The woman&#039;s body that walks beside you
is empty - do not reach out to it.
Her soul is in my mouth, and swimming with me.

Published in the Rialto, a UK poetry magazine

As you will see it has both the earth and water imagery in it that is so significant for me - and apparently for you! A friend wrote this to me when I shared the poem with him (Dec. 07):

&#039;I can easily see the woman in the poem as one who has somehow transmuted her anger through her relationship to the earth to become a source of power, unstoppable, primal, inviolable.  This is the anger of Persephone at being raped transmuted into the power of the Queen of the Underworld.  Somehow I think this is also what you are trying to do.&#039;

And have been ever since.  These are the myths, the shadow stories, that we are perhaps being called to face now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for this Licia.  It reminds me of so many buried things.  I fell in love with a piece of land partly because I had dreams there that drew me underground.</p>
<p>I felt that I went down into a huge cleft that lay beneath the creek that ran beside the cabin I lived in.  I was unafraid but did not complete the journey and expected to return in a later dream.</p>
<p>There was much to the experience with this land, with this dream, and the many hard lessons that came to me there.  It was certainly an experience of living in several dimensions as you describe in your post here.  It is hard to articulate well.</p>
<p>I lost that beloved land and dream in a divorce.  It is interesting to me that the dream began for me in 2000 and ended in 2007, which are the years you mention above.  This may mean nothing or everything.  How can any of us know?</p>
<p>When I came across the poem below, I felt that it described the anguish of that loss well &#8230;</p>
<p>DIVING by Jessica Penrose<br />
 <br />
You may feel me as a ripple beneath your feet,<br />
a tremor, a parting of grass stalks<br />
that shiver and return to stillness.<br />
 <br />
I&#8217;m swimming just below the surface,<br />
sweeping back armfuls of tree roots<br />
and animal bones in my wake.<br />
 <br />
The crown of my head is an earth mover.<br />
My hands slice through clay<br />
legs kick out at rock and feel it crumble.<br />
 <br />
The woman&#8217;s body that walks beside you<br />
is empty &#8211; do not reach out to it.<br />
Her soul is in my mouth, and swimming with me.</p>
<p>Published in the Rialto, a UK poetry magazine</p>
<p>As you will see it has both the earth and water imagery in it that is so significant for me &#8211; and apparently for you! A friend wrote this to me when I shared the poem with him (Dec. 07):</p>
<p>&#8216;I can easily see the woman in the poem as one who has somehow transmuted her anger through her relationship to the earth to become a source of power, unstoppable, primal, inviolable.  This is the anger of Persephone at being raped transmuted into the power of the Queen of the Underworld.  Somehow I think this is also what you are trying to do.&#8217;</p>
<p>And have been ever since.  These are the myths, the shadow stories, that we are perhaps being called to face now.</p>
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		<title>By: Gina</title>
		<link>http://liciaberry.com/blog/2009/10/31/subterranean-waters/comment-page-1/#comment-71</link>
		<dc:creator>Gina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 06:52:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Licia,

If for no other reason than to help me understand that this incredibly intense crumbling process is freeing me from a type of prison.  WHAT A STATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU!!!! I needed that in the worst way.

LOVE,</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Licia,</p>
<p>If for no other reason than to help me understand that this incredibly intense crumbling process is freeing me from a type of prison.  WHAT A STATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>THANK YOU!!!! I needed that in the worst way.</p>
<p>LOVE,</p>
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		<title>By: Brian Kenneth Wilcox</title>
		<link>http://liciaberry.com/blog/2009/10/31/subterranean-waters/comment-page-1/#comment-70</link>
		<dc:creator>Brian Kenneth Wilcox</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:38:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I appreciate your journey.  Giving up the &quot;tiny boxes&quot; is where we are being summoned, it seems apparent.  Regarding authentic power - this links with what you are experiencing, it seems to me.  I believe we may be coming to the end of the days of the Great Teachers - wherein, now, we are all being summoned to realize the authority of the Inner Teacher - Jesus referred to this as the Holy Spirit, but it can be called many names.  Blessings!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I appreciate your journey.  Giving up the &#8220;tiny boxes&#8221; is where we are being summoned, it seems apparent.  Regarding authentic power &#8211; this links with what you are experiencing, it seems to me.  I believe we may be coming to the end of the days of the Great Teachers &#8211; wherein, now, we are all being summoned to realize the authority of the Inner Teacher &#8211; Jesus referred to this as the Holy Spirit, but it can be called many names.  Blessings!</p>
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