It’s dark in the underworld. But is that necessarily a bad thing? I always thought of dark as a place where things can hide unseen and leap out at me. Fear the dark where ghosts and ghouls live. You can’t see. You don’t know. You have no frame of reference.

But dark is night. Dark is sleep time when we enter an underworld and have dreams that make no sense unless there is an interpreter to hand. I need the dark to sleep and to rest – a part of my life so important but so forgotten.

In the underworld are the roots of the world, the roots of my consciousness, where mysterious things happen. We can make them fearful, ghastly. Or we can make them restful or even adventurous. Search the roots and find the truths. Look at what’s under your feet. Think below the ground and find you underworld of souls once lost… found.