I can really relate to this image. Years ago when, on one of several white water rafting trips, our fearless leader advised us to let a whirlpool let us take us down, down, down if we had the unfortunate experience of being popped out of the raft or if the raft flipped. If we relaxed and let the river's fury take us down it would spit us out at the bottom and we could then rise to the surface. The idea being....don't fight something stronger than you. Fortunately that never happened to me... on the river.
A hurricane or tornado, like a whirlpool have the same fearsome qualities. Hopefully, most of us will not have to experience any of these first hand. Psychically, however, we are not as likely to be as fortunate.
Every so often in my life there's a point when, figuratively, I have had the opportunity/necessity to let myself be taken down, down, down until I get thrust out, to make my way to back to the surface or back to neutral. Neutral being....okay...I'm safe...the Storm, the whirlpool is in the past. Allowing myself to let go and "go down" is frightening and seems somehow to be rather self-indulgent. Most of us don't have the luxury of time to allow ourselves to take that plunge. Often once in the swirl, for lack of time or courage I furiously fought my way to the surface and never had the experience of hitting the rocks and then making way back.
Recently the Perfect Storm took place. Like a whirlpool or a "Twister", emotional, spiritual, psychological debris started spinning. Imagine if you're in a river....large rocks, small rocks, tree limbs coming at you from all directions. Or, if on land it could be anything from flying paper, witches on bicycles to pieces of our lives. My perfect Storm included the debris, the time and the courage. It contained all that was wonderful in my life but also my fears, disappointments and frustrations.
As a privileged American and a child of the 60's I had the misconception that I should not have fears, disappointments, failures or frustrations. Or, at the least not BIG ones. I've certainly had all of the above but I fought them...hard! I scrambled to the river's bank for safety or hung on to the closest thing I could grasp in an effort to NOT experience the Storm. The Storm turns out to be okay. Nothing you want to go through every day. And if you do please find a professional to help you to the surface.
It's been an interesting journey through the Storm or giving myself up to the river. Either way I learned a lot about myself and I also learned that given the time and circumstances this will surely take place again and if possible I will give myself over to the swirling mass again. Because as I make my way back up I am learning, growing, feeling things I haven't felt before. I didn't do it alone. With the aid of family, friends, books, meditation and whatever else I could pull out of my hat I am back to the the surface or terra firma, a bit battered but also a bit better than before.
I suppose my message is this: when confronted by your own personal Storm, go with it, it's natural, trust it, feel it. Those flying pieces of debris hurt while they're coming at you but once it's over...WoW! The dark gives way to light and we're baaaa-ck!