My Karma, Myself

My Death Initiation into Persephone’s Mysteries

Just after I turned 10, on a night in late July 1972, my mother returned from a two-week vacation with my father in Montauk, Long Island. She hardly looked at me. She was too busy coughing, hacking endlessly on the fraying wicker furniture in my maternal grandparents’ summer cottage in upstate New York. Her lupus had gotten worse, much worse, since she’d been away.“I’m dying!” she blurted out during one particularly strong fit, the way people do when they don’t really mean it. But when my parents went home to Westchester that night, leaving my two younger brothers and me to spend one more night in the country, I locked myself in the bathroom for a long, long time, my body shaking. The next day my mother went into the hospital.

On August 11, 1972, my eight-year-old brother Mark and I sat quietly in the dark corners of the chilly basement where my father’s parents lived. There, we had tried to amuse ourselves many afternoons those previous two weeks while my father visited my mother in the hospital. Today was different:  my father was late coming back. Finally the telephone rang. Grandma Lucia answered, spoke in Sicilian, hung up. “Mommy had a hot etteck,” she said in her thick accent. Heart attack? Heart attack? I screamed inwardly, my bowels turning to ice. Isn’t that something for old men? My grandmother looked at us futilely, wrung her hands, and shuffled into the kitchen. Mark and I remained seated opposite each other, divided by the heavy dining room table, bargaining with God against the unspeakable as we waited in silence. Minutes passed. Hours. Ten thousand years. At last the telephone blurted again. Mark and I started, our heads swiveling in synchrony as we watched our grandmother answer the phone. “Sì.  Sì,” she muttered. She turned toward us, the receiver suspended in midair and said, The worse.”

The free fall began. My brother and I strained toward each other with outstretched arms. As we clasped one another, plummeting into blackness together, a great animal howl was wrenched from our little bodies and sent forth into the universe.

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My mother’s death serves as the blueprint of my identity, the seed of all subsequent fruits I have continued to bear. It is my curse, my cross, and my most holy blessing. That terrible death bite was a kiss of sweet nectar, without which I would not have been nourished these many years. It is what has propelled me forward, under, up, over, and down and back again.   The death of my mother was, unbeknownst to me until years later, my initiation into the priestesshood of Persephone, the goddess who is separated from her own mother and taken to Hell.

In integrating this underworld initiation over the years, I have come to understand why I experienced mother loss in this lifetime. I have come to terms with the karmic lessons embedded in the experience, and I have used them to cleanse my soul, enter deeper into the Mysteries, help others release their agony, and become a world server. Every August 11, I quietly remember the passing of my mother, Marie Dolores (Mary of the Sorrows!). This year I’ve decided to honor this anniversary publicly by joining Kim Wilborn on her Goddess Summit, currently running now through Aug 14. What better day to talk about my connection with the Goddess and my first-hand experience of Persephone? What better day to share what I have learned about how the Goddess of the Underworld can help others reconcile with life, death, and the beyond? If you’re curious, join me Aug 11 by registering for the Celebrate the Goddess Telesummit here. You’ll also enjoy 19 other wonderful hour-long recordings on many different goddesses by others who have delved into their mysteries… plus other goodies. Marie Dolores, Mom, may you dance in peace!

Love,
Marguerite

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Aug 11 on the Goddess Telesummit: Deepening Shamanic Wisdom with Persephone, Underworld Queen:

On this particular call, you’ll…
• Discover what riches lie in your personal hell.
• Learn how working with Persephone helps you face the shadow & clear karma.
• Get a glimpse of the unsanitized deal behind the ancient Eleusinian Mysteries, where initiates experienced Persephone’s underworld journey to never fear death again.
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