Hi there, my name is Yordi and I would like to introduce myself here. Since I am into breathwork, I have learned that my body is quite stiff, as I could not sit in a meditation position for very long. I started doing yoga and flexibility exercises, and I thought joining this group would be a good move, so I hope to learn, to get inspired, and to drop value where I can. 💪

After the series on feminine archetypes, we are moving into another layer. This time, we will look at masculine archetypes. Not to put men into boxes. But to see them more deeply. A man does not have to be only strong. He does not have to be only successful. He does not have to be the one who always has everything under control. Inside a man, there can be: a king, a storm, a silent inner world, a strategist, a warrior, a messenger, a mystic lover, and a wounded creator. Zeus. Poseidon. Hades. Apollo. Ares. Hermes. Dionysus. Hephaestus. Eight energies. Eight gifts. Eight shadows. And maybe through them, we can understand men a little better. The men around us. The men we love. The fathers, sons, partners, friends. And also the masculine part within ourselves. Because women carry masculine energy too. And men carry feminine energy too. And when we stop rejecting these parts, we can begin to see ourselves more fully. This will not be a series about becoming someone else. It will be a mirror. A way to ask: Which masculine force lives in me? Which one leads me? Which one protects me? And which one still waits to be understood? Which masculine energy are you most curious about? The king, the warrior, the creator, the strategist, the loner, the messenger, the lover, or the storm?

Allow me to introduce you to Persephone. The daughter of Demeter and Zeus. She was a girl like a flower — open, pure, and receptive to everything that came her way. They called her Kore. Which simply means: the maiden. And maybe precisely because she was so beautiful in her innocence, Hades chose her. He took her. Into the underworld. Away from the sun. Away from her mother. And Demeter — her mother — refused to accept a world without her. She stopped caring for the harvest. The earth dried out. The flowers disappeared. People began to starve. Because for Demeter, Persephone was everything. And for Kore, her mother was her whole world. Zeus had to intervene. He sent a messenger: Bring the girl back to her mother. But in the underworld, Persephone had eaten a few seeds of the pomegranate. And whoever tastes the food of the underworld belongs to it in some way. So an agreement was made. Autumn and winter — with Hades. Spring and summer — with her mother. And this is where something happened that feels like the strongest moment of the whole story. Kore — the innocent, obedient girl — became Persephone. Queen of the underworld. Guide of souls. The one who knew darkness. And yet — or maybe because of it — she could guide others through their darkest moments. Today, we might call her a coach. Or a therapist. Or that one friend who holds you when you no longer know how to move forward. My understanding is this: A good girl who accepts her power can become a queen. Not despite what she has been through. But because of it. Persephone did not disappear in the darkness. She found herself there. And maybe you — the one who has spent her life following other people’s expectations — carry this queen within you too. Quiet. Deep. Waiting.

Not the kind where you wave a wand like in Harry Potter and everything suddenly changes. More like the kind of magic that appears when you start looking at women more deeply. I came across the topic of feminine archetypes. Persephone. Artemis. Hera. Aphrodite. Hestia. Demeter. Pallas Athena. At first, they may sound like names from mythology. But when you look closer, each of them carries a different feminine force. Softness. Wildness. Passion. Peace. Nurturing. Wisdom. Freedom. Royal dignity. And one realization really stayed with me: A woman does not have to be only one energy. A woman can be an entire landscape. She can be soft and strong. Quiet and deep. Passionate and wise. Nurturing and free. Vulnerable and royal. And maybe the moment a woman stops trying to be “one certain way,” she can begin to see all of her colors. I want to bring this perspective into our community too, because I believe transformation is not only about the body. It is also about how we begin to see ourselves. How we stop shrinking. How we allow ourselves to discover the parts of us that may have been waiting quietly for a long time. This is not about putting women into boxes. It is more like holding up a mirror. A gentle question: Which force is alive in me right now? Softness? Wildness? Peace? Passion? Wisdom? Nurturing? Freedom? Maybe every woman carries more than one story inside her. And maybe that is where the real magic begins. If you feel called, write one word in the comments: Which feminine force feels closest to you today?

We've gone through the entire story. A man and a woman. Two loves, two paths, two completely different endings. HOW I SEE IT The man freed himself from property in the most beautiful way - he understood on his own that he didn't need it. But when he found Buddha, he rejected him. Why? Because it didn't come in the "package" he expected. The woman also wanted a "better" sentence at first. But she returned to it with humility and in that apparent simplicity, she discovered infinite depth. THE PARADOX We often long most for what we already have. The man was looking for Buddha and met him, but didn't recognize him. The woman wanted deeper teaching, but she already had the deepest one. When the woman says "it actually doesn't matter anyway" after billions of years - for me, this isn't indifference. This is freedom from constantly chasing "more" and "better". For me, this story is about how the biggest obstacle isn't external circumstances, but our own ideas about how things should look. Now I'm listening : What do YOU take away from this story? How do you see it? Thank you for taking this journey with me. 🙏