Inanna descends into the underworld. Now they will strip you of your last layer of individuality. Your challenge, locked in a small, concrete box, is to laugh, to put on a fashion show. And when they take you away and lock you up in a tiny, airless concrete cell in ones and twos, your challenge is not to despair, not to lose your connection. Remember, every molecule of oxygen that makes its way through these concrete walls is a gift of the ancestors.
Morning brings a small release.
You are let out into the day room to reconnect with your sisters. You will spend the day locked up with fifty women in another airless, concrete room, waiting to be arraigned. Your challenge now is to ride the waves of energy that sweep through this airless cell. A whispered chant becomes a dance becomes a circle a cone of power. A meeting becomes a circle becomes a song.