INSTRUCTIONS FOR the
UNDERWLD
INSTRUCTIONS FOR THE UNDERWORLD
A Free Workshop on Guardianship, Ritual & Somatic Storytelling
22 August | 5pm BST | Online + By Recording
Reclaim eros and soul through
devotion, descent and dream
The Descent is Near. Will You Follow the Call?
As the sun ripens the harvest and the season begins to turn, do you feel it?
A soft throb in your bones…
A whisper beneath the surface…
The pull toward something deeper, older and wildly sacred.
You are being called to the Underworld—not to be lost, but to remember.
To reclaim your erotic knowing. To touch the mythic. To embody your Dreams.
This free 75-minute workshop is your invitation to begin the descent—with guidance, with ritual and with community.
This Workshop is For You If...
You feel the shift of the seasons in your body, and long to honour it with depth and devotion.
You’re drawn to myth, mystery and the embodied imaginal path of descent.
You crave a relationship with your Dreams that is alive, erotic and deeply supportive.
You want to be held in community as you explore the thresholds of personal and collective transformation.
INSTRUCTIONS FOR the UNDERWLD Includes
The Descent as Devotion:
The Underworld will not devour you but awaken your magnificence.
Dream & Eros:
Reclaim the erotic pull of the depths through movement, story and listening.
Myth & Mystery:
Hades’ dominion, Persephone’s descent and the guardianship of Demeter.
Embodied Ritual:
Animist practices and somatic ways of co-creating the Underworld in community.
Meet Your Guide
I’m Libby Rose Waite, creator of Embodied Dream Weaving and steward of the upcoming six-month immersion also titled Instructions for the Underworld. This free workshop is your gateway into that sacred journey.
I'm writing to you from Greece, where I am seeking the support of Demeter, the land and the longing in preparation for this descent. I carry your prayers, your hopes, your longings into the temples. I prepare for my own descent—and I invite you to prepare for yours.
The Underworld is not a place of punishment—it is the place beneath the surface. In the deeper recesses of body, earth and the animate.
The place where seeds dream and souls remember who they are.
Libby takes us by the hand, walks us through and intimately guides us into the realm of psyche, the realm of soul, that liminal space where we can connect into a deeper and broader sense of who we are and where we come from.
She speaks to the poet and the mystic in each of us, the one that dares to descend, the one that yearns for connection, but ultimately the one that knows.
As she threads in wisdom from both the imaginal and the embodied realms, she helps us to remember. To re-member. She helps us to become reacquainted with the magical, with the mystical, but also with the darkness, the mystery, the shadow.
With Libby we remember that we are everything, that we are intimately intertwined with the entirety of existence, with the aching reality of the exquisite agony of being here, where poetry and magic inevitably coexist with brutality and despair.
Libby holds this. She holds this line from a place of embodied acceptation, from an inner knowing that she must, because it matters. Because it matters for us to be able to turn to darkness and uphold the glimmer, because it matters that we can still encounter joy amidst a world that is in calamity.
Because she cares. And this is the essential thing. It hurts to care so much. And what do we do with that? Do we turn away and blind ourselves in a falsity of beauty and loveliness or do we turn towards the sacred ache and bear witness to it to such a degree that it becomes a thing of real beauty. Of service. Of belonging.
Thank you Libby for holding this degree of entirety in you and for showing us the way. Through your storytelling, your guardianship and your showing up, again and again and again.
Alexandra
