2/5 The Descent

The moment comes when the air thickens — when silence turns heavy and the familiar begins to fall away.It is not a fall into darkness, but into depth.Something vast starts to move through you, and there is no longer time to prepare.

The Descent is not chosen. It happens.The Fire enters, and what was once solid begins to melt.Thought loosens, form unravels, the body remembers that it belongs to something greater than itself.

There may be trembling. The breath may shorten, or stop.Do not resist. You are not dying — you are being unmade.Every fear that rises is a gate. Every surrender, a new sky.

The mind wants to understand what is happening.But the Descent is not meant to be understood — it is meant to be lived, without witness, without control.Let it take you. Let it burn away what clings to its name.

The Fire is merciful. It takes only what is false.It leaves behind the barest truth — the pulse of being, the echo of light inside the bones.

When you reach the bottom, you realize there is no bottom.Only the endless opening of what you are.