At the course “Female Archetypes” we experienced the Dana archetype, forgotten by many. Immersion in this archetype was not experienced at all in the beginning. The participants did not notice what new they could feel. While I was explaining what this archetype is about, how it can manifest itself and how not. and what happens to people when this archetype does not exist, transformational processes began to occur. People began to plunge into the depths of their sensations and simply began to curl up in the fetal position. Everyone wanted to sleep unbearably. Covered with blankets, the cadets lay and experienced this archetype. On the surface, it seemed that nothing was happening, but the inner work was very deep and subtle. When Dana was examined for the first time, I was also covered in sleep. Under the covers and sleep, I was filled with feelings, thoughts, information, and possibilities. This time, I was wondering what would happen to me and how the second group would go through the process of getting to know Dana. Everything was repeated with the new participants, except that I didn’t want to sleep at all. On the contrary, I wanted to take out my box of tools and beads and start creating something. I began to sort through the beads, pour them out of the bags into a new separating box, to restore order and beauty among the materials. Finally, I came to a jar of beads that had been lying around for several years, after my previous works. I mixed the leftovers in one jar and somehow had no idea what could be done with them. In Dana, I wanted to capitalize these very leftovers, use them and not write them off as unnecessary beads. I started stringing beads onto a fishing line, the combination of bead mix was interesting, I strung it randomly, realizing that I wanted to make a cobweb bracelet out of them. At this time, the girls began to wake up. When they saw what I was doing, they wanted to do it with me. They began to carefully touch the materials, as if they were the most valuable things. And in their hands, in their souls, in their heads, a desire arose to weave a tree. They took wire and beads and began to teach each other how to weave trees and how to crochet bracelets. I also showed other necklaces and earrings, bracelets that you can create with your own hands, which I had in stock. The most important thing that happened in Dana’s stream was not deep informational dreams that showed each girl the love of her parents, father and mother, who taught a lot. In Dan it became clear that the parents gave, and they, like children, took. While the trees were being woven, many words of recognition were spoken to the parents, to each of them. I remembered all those skills that manifest themselves in life, as it turned out, acquired in childhood by Dana, by right of birth. But then, in life, offended, in comparison with someone, not in their favor, devalued, not realized, left unattended, began to lose significance and warm love. As each girl spoke, the rich flow of the ocean, his love, this centuries-old broth of meanings began to seep into the mental field, into consciousness. To speak out and, to realize and gain dignity. Speeches of recognition flowed from the lips of the girls to their fathers, who gave, taught, helped, did specific things that became support and confidence in life, even in the most difficult, seemingly hopeless situations. The ocean on Dan's blasphemy is like a broth, parental love and care, through which we are all given many valuable things that we do not notice and ignore. As soon as the confessions were spoken, the girls began to feel sick. From other people's false information about the family, about parents, from those offensive words that poisoned relationships with parents and with the stream of Dan, from that Dead Water, which they then drank as they grew. After drinking clean water, it became more fun and easier for everyone. Ease and tenderness in communication, the joy of the fact that we are permanently gifted by birthright, that the very fact of birth and life already speaks volumes. The realization came that false ideology, its poison and the desire to devalue what is dear and important to us, poisons not only the air, but also the soul and body of children. Corrupting a child, teenager into resentment, hatred, hostility, claims.