The Descent Into The Underworld

The soul’s calling…

For most of my life, dreams have been quiet companions, mysterious, symbolic, and often strange. I didn’t always understand them, but I felt their presence, like whispers from a deeper place. Over time, they stopped being just curious stories from sleep and started to feel like messages, images that carried weight, emotion, and direction. They began to reflect my inner landscape with an honesty that waking life often couldn’t offer.

I didn’t arrive at dream work through academic study or psychological training. My journey has been raw, intuitive, and deeply personal. It grew from a necessity to understand myself in moments when language fell short and logic couldn’t grasp the fullness of what I felt. Dreams became a form of communication with the soul, where the body speaks in symbols, the heart weaves myth, and the unconscious leaves breadcrumbs for me to follow.

In this space, I meet the wildness of my own psyche. Not to analyze it into obedience, but to witness its unfolding. To listen when it growls, weeps, sings, or vanishes into shadow. My approached to dreams is inspired by thinkers like James Hillman, whose view of dreams as entrances into the underworld taught me to stay with the image rather than interpret it away, I’ve begun to build a relationship with the images of the night, not seeking answers, but communion.

This blog is my offering. A space to give form to what has moved me inside. A place where I share not only the dreams themselves, but the journey they initiate, the struggle, the beauty, the confusion, the clarity. It’s an act of courage and commitment to give voice to what was once hidden, and perhaps in doing so, invite others to remember the language of their own dreaming soul.